Bill Nye The Science Guy
Part Two
TWO WEEKS LATER
"Hell no,we won't go!" screamed the children.
"Science stinks!"
"Poke Bill Nye In The Eye!"
"Save the whales!" Everyone stopped chanting, and Bill sighed in relief, thinking that they were coming back. There were whisperings and mutterings and the people from the Save The Whales Society were directed to the City Hall, the correct place.
"Strike for Rights!" came the cheers again. Man, those brats could scream loudly. Bill Nye screamed in frustration, then grinned. He had a planned. He ran outside. The noise plummeted to a quiet murmur.
"I give up, you can have your vacation if you stop striking!" fake-sobbed Bill amid cheers from the kids.
One girl, Alicia, the leader, said, "We accept! When do we get our raises?"
Bill grinned evilly. "You just did! You didn't have to come to work for 2 weeks, you immature brats!" He laughed evilly, sticking out his tongue. Everyone groaned, but they had no choice. They filed into the building and started shooting the film. Literally, the camera guy got shot!
"WHY THE BLEEP DID YOU DO THAT?" screamed Bill. "That guy owed me money!" Robert shrugged.
"Didn't you here? They made a fan fiction about us! Humor and General seemed pretty boring, so I shot him. Now it's Humor and Mystery!"
"Robert, it's not a mystery. You just told them you did it." Robert blinked.
"I'm innocent, I swear!" he screamed. The police promptly carted him away.
Bill sat on his chair, sighing, as everyone continued with the show. Life was not good: he didn't have a beer, a date, or a cooperative staff.
"Hi babe," he said slyly to a skeleton beside. A wind blew from the giant fan on the set, making the skeleton's arms rise up and smack him in the face. Maybe he needed a better pick up line. Maybe his dates needed to be human.
"Bill, you're on," came the robotic monotone female voice from the speaker. He remembered asking her also (she had bluntly told him he was a nerd). He groaned and got up and bumped into another woman with a notebook. It was the author of the fan fic-me!
"Hey, I'm the author, NewbiaTheElf!" I said. "We're doing this little Behind-The-Scenes look at Bill Nye for my fan-fic. I think that Robert told you already?" I was a little girl of around 10, with white hair, white eyes, and white pearl earrings hanging from my pointy ears.
Bill sighed and pushed me away. He managed to see my notebook. I had just written, 'He managed to see my notebook.' Weird.
"Look, you must be a newbie here, Newbia. Hehehe, Newbia, newbie, er, sorry, but listen. You can't be here. Now, do it before I call the guards on you."
"Er, I suggest you do what I say. I have complete power, I may as well be god," I said. Bill laughed and pushed me in the shoulders. All I did was start writing something in my notebook.
"Come on you little girly, do someth-" Bill Nye was hit by lightning. I laughed hysterically, until Bill grabbed by notebook.
"Give that back you bastard!" I screamed. Bill started writing. Soon, I, Bill Nye the King (hey, look, I have a crown, it works! I rule the story), was ordering everyone around. Life was very, very good.
Until my little mousy friend, Newbia, stole the notebook back. She started writing and authors notes, meaning the chapter was ending. The room started to go black and a giant A/n appeared.
A/n: This is the second chapter to be updated. More story will come soon.
Part Two
TWO WEEKS LATER
"Hell no,we won't go!" screamed the children.
"Science stinks!"
"Poke Bill Nye In The Eye!"
"Save the whales!" Everyone stopped chanting, and Bill sighed in relief, thinking that they were coming back. There were whisperings and mutterings and the people from the Save The Whales Society were directed to the City Hall, the correct place.
"Strike for Rights!" came the cheers again. Man, those brats could scream loudly. Bill Nye screamed in frustration, then grinned. He had a planned. He ran outside. The noise plummeted to a quiet murmur.
"I give up, you can have your vacation if you stop striking!" fake-sobbed Bill amid cheers from the kids.
One girl, Alicia, the leader, said, "We accept! When do we get our raises?"
Bill grinned evilly. "You just did! You didn't have to come to work for 2 weeks, you immature brats!" He laughed evilly, sticking out his tongue. Everyone groaned, but they had no choice. They filed into the building and started shooting the film. Literally, the camera guy got shot!
"WHY THE BLEEP DID YOU DO THAT?" screamed Bill. "That guy owed me money!" Robert shrugged.
"Didn't you here? They made a fan fiction about us! Humor and General seemed pretty boring, so I shot him. Now it's Humor and Mystery!"
"Robert, it's not a mystery. You just told them you did it." Robert blinked.
"I'm innocent, I swear!" he screamed. The police promptly carted him away.
Bill sat on his chair, sighing, as everyone continued with the show. Life was not good: he didn't have a beer, a date, or a cooperative staff.
"Hi babe," he said slyly to a skeleton beside. A wind blew from the giant fan on the set, making the skeleton's arms rise up and smack him in the face. Maybe he needed a better pick up line. Maybe his dates needed to be human.
"Bill, you're on," came the robotic monotone female voice from the speaker. He remembered asking her also (she had bluntly told him he was a nerd). He groaned and got up and bumped into another woman with a notebook. It was the author of the fan fic-me!
"Hey, I'm the author, NewbiaTheElf!" I said. "We're doing this little Behind-The-Scenes look at Bill Nye for my fan-fic. I think that Robert told you already?" I was a little girl of around 10, with white hair, white eyes, and white pearl earrings hanging from my pointy ears.
Bill sighed and pushed me away. He managed to see my notebook. I had just written, 'He managed to see my notebook.' Weird.
"Look, you must be a newbie here, Newbia. Hehehe, Newbia, newbie, er, sorry, but listen. You can't be here. Now, do it before I call the guards on you."
"Er, I suggest you do what I say. I have complete power, I may as well be god," I said. Bill laughed and pushed me in the shoulders. All I did was start writing something in my notebook.
"Come on you little girly, do someth-" Bill Nye was hit by lightning. I laughed hysterically, until Bill grabbed by notebook.
"Give that back you bastard!" I screamed. Bill started writing. Soon, I, Bill Nye the King (hey, look, I have a crown, it works! I rule the story), was ordering everyone around. Life was very, very good.
Until my little mousy friend, Newbia, stole the notebook back. She started writing and authors notes, meaning the chapter was ending. The room started to go black and a giant A/n appeared.
A/n: This is the second chapter to be updated. More story will come soon.