Go and Be Dead, then Go Nonsane
By Eccentric Mookie
Disclaimer: Yadayadayada, blargh blargh, I dun own Kingdom Hearts, etc.
*Last time on this sorry-excuse-for-a-fic, everyone appeared under the Majestical Refrigerator of Majesticalness! ^.^*
Leon (who is dead): Where are we? Is this Delirium? Oh, it's rainin' lead, Halleluiah!
Tire Shack Aeris: What? Leon, have you damaged your brain again? o.o
Dead Leon: What brain? And it's SQUALL! You winned a BRAIN-NUU CAWR!
Sora: Shut up, you infidels! I can hear someone!
Yug Rug: ::appears, sniffing the ground::
Riku: ::holding LPoFC:: Yug! What did you call us here for?
Yug Rug: There's an egg noodle on the loose. Some moldy shoe got him mistaken for a tapeworm and shot him. It just so happens that the moldy shoe had already shot another moldy shoe, but that's not having anything to do with our current predicament.
Sora: Box?
Yug Rug: Oh, of course. The Box helped the moldy shoe become a murderer too.
Tire Shack Aeris: What?! Sora?! You had an alliance with Yug Rug this WHOLE TIME?!
Sora: Um. No. It wasn't meeeeee! I was being possessed! o.o;
Dead Leon: But what about some stinking box?! I'll tie him to a checkbook. But anyways, I'll throw him clear of any trampolines and watch him sink into the ocean, unable to swim because I filled him with rocks. ::mumbles plans of torturing The Box::
Kairi: What can WE do? We're just some random people with no superpowers whatsoever who eat half-dead cockroaches and use colored pencils to write death threats on New York alley walls.
Riku: We never do any of that stuff. O_o
Kairi: But we COULD, you know. o.o
Yug Rug: Enough! You babble of cockroaches and death threats! How moronic can you BE?! Oh, Great Pineapple, kill me!
Tire Shack Aeris: And you babble of a box and a murdering shoe.
Yug Rug: There is a great difference between stupidity and insanity. -_-'
Riku: There is? o_O
Yug Rug: Oh. Not really. o_o Anyways, I need all of you to catch this moldy shoe. He is supposedly on the loose in some random place, A.K.A., Chile-
Tire Shack Aeris: That's Chili.
Yug Rug: Really? o.O
Sora: I thought it was Taco? o.o
Yug Rug: ::smacks himself in the head:: Let's just. . . stick with Chile. . .
Sora: Taco! T_T
Tire Shack Aeris: Chili! _
Dead Leon: Tortilla! ^_^
Kairi: Salsa! ^^
Illiterate Child Cloud: Chips! ^.^
Sephiroth: Tartar sauce. e_e
Sora: Lalalala-- TACO! T____T
Yug Rug: Nevermind! Sheesh! Okay, go there-whatever it's called-and find the stupid, dangblasted, good-for-nothing shoe! Before it murders more worthless beings! x_x
Dead Leon: I am the broken alarm clock at your command, I will steal his sole. ^________^
Yug Rug: Right... o___O'
*As the loyal and brave team boards the plane to Chile-I mean Chili-I mean Taco-err. . . you get it.*
Sephiroth: ::shoving people out of the way with that lethal sword thingie::
Riku: Why can't we just take a car? I get plane-sick.
Tire Shack Aeris: That's airsick. And I haven't made any cars yet. ^^
Riku: You're going to make cars? I won't be riding in them. x____x'
Sora: I'm gonna help! ^^ ::holds up a giant blowtorch and burns off an old man's wig:: Wheee! I've gone pyromaniac! ^__________^ ::runs around burning people::
Dead Leon: Wow, a burnt wig. ::picks it up and chews on it:: Banana flavor. ^.^
Old man: H-h-hey-y! G-g-ive it ba-a-a-aaaack-k! S-s-e-c-c-urit-t-ty-!
Kairi: He sounds constipated. o.o
Old man: Why you little-!
Riku: Hey! There's a food tray coming! But anyways, the old man doesn't sound like an old man anymore! O.O
Old man: ::rips off his face (which is really a mask) and reveals himself to be the Shoe::
Dead Leon: GET HIM!!!
*Now we see a chase sequence as our heroes pursue the evil murderous Shoe through a crowded airport, which magically turns into The Cursed Hot Blimey Desert (or whatever it's called) from earlier.*
Sora: Leon-the-the wig! Toss it to meeeee! O______O
Dead Leon: ::throws the burnt wig into Sora's face at ninety miles per hour::
Sora: ::peels the wig from his face:: That's not exactly what I meant, but-- o.O ::throws the burnt wig under Shoe's shoes::
Shoe: ::slips and slides down a sand dune:: Eeeeedlermoonershuckenflagdoolunkinclap! GRRRRRR! ::snarls and froths at the mouth:: Wait, I'm not supposed to wear shoes... ::takes his shoes off, then continues running from the heroes::
*Suddenly, Shoe's feet begin to melt due to the Hot Cursed Sand of the Desert. In fact, his rubber sole begins to decompose and soon he is only a flap of canvas running wildly, half-dead*
Tire Shack Aeris: Grab him before he regenerates! .
Dead Leon: Grab him before I regenerate! x.x'
Kairi: Grab him before a dead microscopic person regurgitates! ^.^
Illiterate Child Cloud (who has become Literal Adult Cloud): ::grabs Shoe and pops him with a balloon:: There. Now the microscopic boards of wood have been saved from The Immortal Eccentric Psycho Powers of a Shoe's Doom. A.K.A., my foot.
Yug Rug: ::appears:: Good. Now eat rocks. ::disappears::
Riku: If he can travel between time and space in the netherworld and the desert without leaving the comfort of his adjustable bed while at the same time telling us to eat rocks as we wither in the desert-uhhhhh-- where was I again? .'
Sephiroth: You mean Yug could have killed Shoe on his own, as in without our help? e_e
Riku: Yeah. o.o How come we had to do all the work? T_T
Tire Shack Aeris: Because Yug Rug is too lazy and weak on his bum watching Revenge of the Half-Eaten Dictionary, der. e,e
Yug Rug: ::appears:: EAT ROCKS NOW! And I'm not watching Revenge of the Half-Eaten Dictionary. -.-'
Sora: ::can hear into Yug Rug's house, and hears someone scream "Oh no! The dictionary! It's gone mad! There's a bite mark out of it too! Could it be- it's the leader of the half-eaten dictionaries! RUN!":: Oh you're not, are you?
Yug Rug: ::nervously:: Ummm. Nope. _'
Sora: Oh. Okay. ^_^
Riku: x_x'
Tire Shack Aeris: ::holds up the flap of canvas that was once Shoe:: Well, what do we do with this worthless corpse?!
Yug Rug: ::leans forward and eats it:: There. One problem solved. Now go solve the other one.
Riku: What "other one"? o_O
Yug Rug: There wasn't another problem? o_o'
Kairi: Not that I can remember of. ^^ ::licks a grain of sand::
Yug Rug: Ohhhhh. Um. ::thinks for a moment, then throws a mathematics book at Dead Leon:: Okay, there. Solve those. Then report back with me at the Majestic Refrigerator of Majesticalness.
Literal Adult Cloud: Math?! How will that get rid of The Box?!
Yug Rug: It won't. The Box is still training dictators. But at least you'll all be a little smarter. -.-' ::disappears::
*A quiet moment follows Yug's departure. The sun is setting, and the Cursed Blimey Desert is growing cold.*
Dead Leon: How will a math book make us smarter? ::wonders::
Sora: Oh, I get it! he wants us to learn how to make a campfire! ::lights the math book on fire with his giant blowtorch:: Whee! I'm still going pyromaniac! ^.^ ::runs around lighting sand on fire::
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*Tons of thanks to all my reviewers! All of you deserve a giant blowtorch! ^_____^ ::passes out giant blowtorches to everyone:: Now, go and be good little pyromaniacs as I decide the plot-or non plot-for the next chap! Burn some haystacks! Cremate some hobos! ^^*
By Eccentric Mookie
Disclaimer: Yadayadayada, blargh blargh, I dun own Kingdom Hearts, etc.
*Last time on this sorry-excuse-for-a-fic, everyone appeared under the Majestical Refrigerator of Majesticalness! ^.^*
Leon (who is dead): Where are we? Is this Delirium? Oh, it's rainin' lead, Halleluiah!
Tire Shack Aeris: What? Leon, have you damaged your brain again? o.o
Dead Leon: What brain? And it's SQUALL! You winned a BRAIN-NUU CAWR!
Sora: Shut up, you infidels! I can hear someone!
Yug Rug: ::appears, sniffing the ground::
Riku: ::holding LPoFC:: Yug! What did you call us here for?
Yug Rug: There's an egg noodle on the loose. Some moldy shoe got him mistaken for a tapeworm and shot him. It just so happens that the moldy shoe had already shot another moldy shoe, but that's not having anything to do with our current predicament.
Sora: Box?
Yug Rug: Oh, of course. The Box helped the moldy shoe become a murderer too.
Tire Shack Aeris: What?! Sora?! You had an alliance with Yug Rug this WHOLE TIME?!
Sora: Um. No. It wasn't meeeeee! I was being possessed! o.o;
Dead Leon: But what about some stinking box?! I'll tie him to a checkbook. But anyways, I'll throw him clear of any trampolines and watch him sink into the ocean, unable to swim because I filled him with rocks. ::mumbles plans of torturing The Box::
Kairi: What can WE do? We're just some random people with no superpowers whatsoever who eat half-dead cockroaches and use colored pencils to write death threats on New York alley walls.
Riku: We never do any of that stuff. O_o
Kairi: But we COULD, you know. o.o
Yug Rug: Enough! You babble of cockroaches and death threats! How moronic can you BE?! Oh, Great Pineapple, kill me!
Tire Shack Aeris: And you babble of a box and a murdering shoe.
Yug Rug: There is a great difference between stupidity and insanity. -_-'
Riku: There is? o_O
Yug Rug: Oh. Not really. o_o Anyways, I need all of you to catch this moldy shoe. He is supposedly on the loose in some random place, A.K.A., Chile-
Tire Shack Aeris: That's Chili.
Yug Rug: Really? o.O
Sora: I thought it was Taco? o.o
Yug Rug: ::smacks himself in the head:: Let's just. . . stick with Chile. . .
Sora: Taco! T_T
Tire Shack Aeris: Chili! _
Dead Leon: Tortilla! ^_^
Kairi: Salsa! ^^
Illiterate Child Cloud: Chips! ^.^
Sephiroth: Tartar sauce. e_e
Sora: Lalalala-- TACO! T____T
Yug Rug: Nevermind! Sheesh! Okay, go there-whatever it's called-and find the stupid, dangblasted, good-for-nothing shoe! Before it murders more worthless beings! x_x
Dead Leon: I am the broken alarm clock at your command, I will steal his sole. ^________^
Yug Rug: Right... o___O'
*As the loyal and brave team boards the plane to Chile-I mean Chili-I mean Taco-err. . . you get it.*
Sephiroth: ::shoving people out of the way with that lethal sword thingie::
Riku: Why can't we just take a car? I get plane-sick.
Tire Shack Aeris: That's airsick. And I haven't made any cars yet. ^^
Riku: You're going to make cars? I won't be riding in them. x____x'
Sora: I'm gonna help! ^^ ::holds up a giant blowtorch and burns off an old man's wig:: Wheee! I've gone pyromaniac! ^__________^ ::runs around burning people::
Dead Leon: Wow, a burnt wig. ::picks it up and chews on it:: Banana flavor. ^.^
Old man: H-h-hey-y! G-g-ive it ba-a-a-aaaack-k! S-s-e-c-c-urit-t-ty-!
Kairi: He sounds constipated. o.o
Old man: Why you little-!
Riku: Hey! There's a food tray coming! But anyways, the old man doesn't sound like an old man anymore! O.O
Old man: ::rips off his face (which is really a mask) and reveals himself to be the Shoe::
Dead Leon: GET HIM!!!
*Now we see a chase sequence as our heroes pursue the evil murderous Shoe through a crowded airport, which magically turns into The Cursed Hot Blimey Desert (or whatever it's called) from earlier.*
Sora: Leon-the-the wig! Toss it to meeeee! O______O
Dead Leon: ::throws the burnt wig into Sora's face at ninety miles per hour::
Sora: ::peels the wig from his face:: That's not exactly what I meant, but-- o.O ::throws the burnt wig under Shoe's shoes::
Shoe: ::slips and slides down a sand dune:: Eeeeedlermoonershuckenflagdoolunkinclap! GRRRRRR! ::snarls and froths at the mouth:: Wait, I'm not supposed to wear shoes... ::takes his shoes off, then continues running from the heroes::
*Suddenly, Shoe's feet begin to melt due to the Hot Cursed Sand of the Desert. In fact, his rubber sole begins to decompose and soon he is only a flap of canvas running wildly, half-dead*
Tire Shack Aeris: Grab him before he regenerates! .
Dead Leon: Grab him before I regenerate! x.x'
Kairi: Grab him before a dead microscopic person regurgitates! ^.^
Illiterate Child Cloud (who has become Literal Adult Cloud): ::grabs Shoe and pops him with a balloon:: There. Now the microscopic boards of wood have been saved from The Immortal Eccentric Psycho Powers of a Shoe's Doom. A.K.A., my foot.
Yug Rug: ::appears:: Good. Now eat rocks. ::disappears::
Riku: If he can travel between time and space in the netherworld and the desert without leaving the comfort of his adjustable bed while at the same time telling us to eat rocks as we wither in the desert-uhhhhh-- where was I again? .'
Sephiroth: You mean Yug could have killed Shoe on his own, as in without our help? e_e
Riku: Yeah. o.o How come we had to do all the work? T_T
Tire Shack Aeris: Because Yug Rug is too lazy and weak on his bum watching Revenge of the Half-Eaten Dictionary, der. e,e
Yug Rug: ::appears:: EAT ROCKS NOW! And I'm not watching Revenge of the Half-Eaten Dictionary. -.-'
Sora: ::can hear into Yug Rug's house, and hears someone scream "Oh no! The dictionary! It's gone mad! There's a bite mark out of it too! Could it be- it's the leader of the half-eaten dictionaries! RUN!":: Oh you're not, are you?
Yug Rug: ::nervously:: Ummm. Nope. _'
Sora: Oh. Okay. ^_^
Riku: x_x'
Tire Shack Aeris: ::holds up the flap of canvas that was once Shoe:: Well, what do we do with this worthless corpse?!
Yug Rug: ::leans forward and eats it:: There. One problem solved. Now go solve the other one.
Riku: What "other one"? o_O
Yug Rug: There wasn't another problem? o_o'
Kairi: Not that I can remember of. ^^ ::licks a grain of sand::
Yug Rug: Ohhhhh. Um. ::thinks for a moment, then throws a mathematics book at Dead Leon:: Okay, there. Solve those. Then report back with me at the Majestic Refrigerator of Majesticalness.
Literal Adult Cloud: Math?! How will that get rid of The Box?!
Yug Rug: It won't. The Box is still training dictators. But at least you'll all be a little smarter. -.-' ::disappears::
*A quiet moment follows Yug's departure. The sun is setting, and the Cursed Blimey Desert is growing cold.*
Dead Leon: How will a math book make us smarter? ::wonders::
Sora: Oh, I get it! he wants us to learn how to make a campfire! ::lights the math book on fire with his giant blowtorch:: Whee! I'm still going pyromaniac! ^.^ ::runs around lighting sand on fire::
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*Tons of thanks to all my reviewers! All of you deserve a giant blowtorch! ^_____^ ::passes out giant blowtorches to everyone:: Now, go and be good little pyromaniacs as I decide the plot-or non plot-for the next chap! Burn some haystacks! Cremate some hobos! ^^*