Wow--I'm bored. I'm sitting here eating raviolies watching my cats chase each other around the house, and then my puppy running after them (My puppy is a 5 month old chocolate lab/golden retriever who is as tall as me--the cats do not enjoy her company.) Yes-yes, well---
Knoodlehed-- ( I e-mailed you, just so you know) Thanks for the idea of how I should indicate the Twister/Otto thing. They will now be refered to as Otto/T (Otto in Twister's body) and Twister/O (Twister in Otto's body). If anybody has a problem with this, or it gets to confusing, just let me know--I'll find another way. Now- Onto the fic!
Disclaimer-- I do not own RP, I do not own Nickelodeon, I do not own Klasky csupo, I do not own anything of street value-- except maybe this $20 bill I confiscated from my sister's pants pocket. *Licks it* Still want?
SPORADICALISTIC SPORES ARE SWALLING SPICES' SPORKS! SPOON THEM! @_@
...Ignore that. I plead insanity.
another short chapter--but, bear with me.
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Chapter 3
Obviously, it was possible.
"Dude, this is so not happening." Otto/T exclaimed after 5 minutes of non-stop screaming. The look on Twister's--er, his face clearly indicated that obviously it was happening.
"Okay--Otto," Reggie said, smiling like she was talking to a four year-old and facing Twister, "We're gonna' go to the hospital, and then we'll figure out what's wrong, okay?"
"I'm not Otto!" Twister/O yelled, "He's Otto!" Aggrivated, he screamed, "And why is everything blue?!"
"Dude--" Otto/T stated, "My sunglasses."
Twister/O stared at him for a few seconds before comprehending, "Your...sunglasses..." He felt his eyes, and ripped off the shades, "Man, how do you see out of these things?"
"Okay, guys--stop." Reggie commanded, "This is getting too wierd."
"It's physically impossible to switch bodies." Sam informed them, "It can't happen."
"Then how do you explain this?!" Otto/T asked, pointing to Twister, "We're not making this up you know!"
"It's impossible!" Sam spat, "It can't happen! It's your guys' imagination!"
"Squid, we're not faking it!" Twister/O yelled at him, replacing the shades back over his eyes. The blue tint made everything look--cool.
"We'll prove it." Otto/T said finally. Then, failing to come up with anything, shoved Twister forward, "Twist, prove it."
Twister/O scratched his head, "How?"
Otto/T sighed, "I don't know, but--dude, you're messing up my dreds! Take your hat--it's making my head itch!"
Twister/O smiled as he grabbed his hat and put it on top of his head. It barely fit over Otto's dredlocks, but he was happy to have it on anyways. He struggled to think of something that could prove he was really Twister.
"Oh!" He yelled suddenly, "I got it! I'll tell you my body parts in Spanish!" He pointed to his neck, "Cuello." "Brazo" He pointed to his arm, "Pie y pierna..." He stated, shoving his foot into Reggie's face.
"Okay, okay--" Reggie sputtered, pushing his foot out of her face, "So, you guys are really telling the truth?"
Sam peered at them from under his glasses, aparently studying them carefuly. He poked Twister/O in the ribs, making him giggle. "Yep, Twister." Sam confirmed.
"Man, this is so wierd." Reggie stated, everyone nodding in agreement.
Knoodlehed-- ( I e-mailed you, just so you know) Thanks for the idea of how I should indicate the Twister/Otto thing. They will now be refered to as Otto/T (Otto in Twister's body) and Twister/O (Twister in Otto's body). If anybody has a problem with this, or it gets to confusing, just let me know--I'll find another way. Now- Onto the fic!
Disclaimer-- I do not own RP, I do not own Nickelodeon, I do not own Klasky csupo, I do not own anything of street value-- except maybe this $20 bill I confiscated from my sister's pants pocket. *Licks it* Still want?
SPORADICALISTIC SPORES ARE SWALLING SPICES' SPORKS! SPOON THEM! @_@
...Ignore that. I plead insanity.
another short chapter--but, bear with me.
~~~~~~~~
Chapter 3
Obviously, it was possible.
"Dude, this is so not happening." Otto/T exclaimed after 5 minutes of non-stop screaming. The look on Twister's--er, his face clearly indicated that obviously it was happening.
"Okay--Otto," Reggie said, smiling like she was talking to a four year-old and facing Twister, "We're gonna' go to the hospital, and then we'll figure out what's wrong, okay?"
"I'm not Otto!" Twister/O yelled, "He's Otto!" Aggrivated, he screamed, "And why is everything blue?!"
"Dude--" Otto/T stated, "My sunglasses."
Twister/O stared at him for a few seconds before comprehending, "Your...sunglasses..." He felt his eyes, and ripped off the shades, "Man, how do you see out of these things?"
"Okay, guys--stop." Reggie commanded, "This is getting too wierd."
"It's physically impossible to switch bodies." Sam informed them, "It can't happen."
"Then how do you explain this?!" Otto/T asked, pointing to Twister, "We're not making this up you know!"
"It's impossible!" Sam spat, "It can't happen! It's your guys' imagination!"
"Squid, we're not faking it!" Twister/O yelled at him, replacing the shades back over his eyes. The blue tint made everything look--cool.
"We'll prove it." Otto/T said finally. Then, failing to come up with anything, shoved Twister forward, "Twist, prove it."
Twister/O scratched his head, "How?"
Otto/T sighed, "I don't know, but--dude, you're messing up my dreds! Take your hat--it's making my head itch!"
Twister/O smiled as he grabbed his hat and put it on top of his head. It barely fit over Otto's dredlocks, but he was happy to have it on anyways. He struggled to think of something that could prove he was really Twister.
"Oh!" He yelled suddenly, "I got it! I'll tell you my body parts in Spanish!" He pointed to his neck, "Cuello." "Brazo" He pointed to his arm, "Pie y pierna..." He stated, shoving his foot into Reggie's face.
"Okay, okay--" Reggie sputtered, pushing his foot out of her face, "So, you guys are really telling the truth?"
Sam peered at them from under his glasses, aparently studying them carefuly. He poked Twister/O in the ribs, making him giggle. "Yep, Twister." Sam confirmed.
"Man, this is so wierd." Reggie stated, everyone nodding in agreement.