Disclaimer: I do not own Lupin the 3rd, DBZ or Santa Clause. Why would I
own Santa Clause?
Geniusss9's Talk Show of Doom! Christmas Special
Welcome your host, Geniusss9!
Geniusss9: Hi! And welcome back to my talk show! Some good news before we get
Started. I've been accepted by CBS to do this late night talk show! I've got my own big,
fat contract! *Hugs his contract* I'm so happy. ^-^
Dythonen: Can you say pathetic?
G: Shut it. You're just jealous because I get a yearly pay of 36$ and you only get a nickel.
Hahahah!
D: Well, a nickel IS a lot of money. Our old station only gave us a penny for 10 years.
Sad, isn't it?
G: Well, anyway, we've brought in the big man for this show. That's right, welcome. *Drumroll*
G: What the hell?
Drummer: I'm BAAACK!
G: Damnit! Why did they hire you!
Drummer: Well, I slipped them a Benjamin under the table, if you know what I mean.
G: I don't care! You're fired. AGAIN!
Drummer: Hell no! *Pulls out his Uzi* Eat lead! *Shoots up the crowd, all four members
of it*
G: Security! *Four men in suits rush the drummer*
Men in suits: You're coming with us!
Drummer: Oh well.. 10, 9, 8, 7,
G:????
Drummer: 6, 5, 4
Dythonen: Uh oh...
Drummer: 3, 2- Well boys, gotta go! *Jumps out the window*
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!!!
*You hear the sound of a bomb falling from the sky*
All: SHIT!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
G: Phew. It hit the building next door. Well, we are gonna bring in Santa himself!
*Meanwhile, at Santa's Toy Factory*
LupinIII: Where's Santa's vault. I saw that receipt for ten million dollars at KB Toys, this
guy is loaded!
Elf: Hey look! Intruder! Get him!
L: Shit! *Runs out of the factory*
*At Santa's House*
Cell: Alright big boy! Where are the goods?
Santa: I won't tell you!
Cell Jr: Look at this! On Santa's schedule, he has to go to a talk show!
C: ... Oh well. You guys keep interrogating him. I'll go to this "Talk show"
*Back at the studio*
G: What's taking so long? He sa- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
*A sleigh crashes through the wall, and Cell steps out in a Santa suit, while a few Cell Jr's
are wearing elf costumes*
G: Hello Santa!
C: Uh. hi.
G: You look a little green. Are you sick?
C: No, I'm fi- AGGGGGGG *Dythonen, for cruel fun, stuffs some pills down Cell's
mouth*
D: You look terrible! Have some more pills!
G: Stop it Dythonen.
D: Please?
G: No. Anyway, Santa, what is it like knowing everything?
C: Pretty good. Oh and Dythonen, I know what you did last week, so pay me 100
thousand dollars or I will tell everyone.
D: Hell no! Here you go! *Hands Cell a check for 100 thousand dollars*
CJ: *Whispers to Cell* How did you know?
C: Lucky guess, I suppose.
G: Well lets continue.
*Meanwhile, backstage*
LupinIII: I followed the big man here, but his sleigh has nothing. Man, and I hoped I
could make some big dollars off this heist. Oh well.
Security: Hey! Get away from there!
L: Ahhhh! *Jumps out window*
S: Poor guy. That was a 30 story window. *You hear a big splat*
*Back onstage*
G: Well thank you for your time Santa. One more thing, Is it tr- BAMMMMM!
*A Cell Jr bursts through the door*
CJ: We got it out of him! We know where his vault is!
G: ?
C: The jig is up boys! RUN!
D: Hell no! *Blocks the entrance* You are all gonna stay here!
G: Imposters eh? You know what to do, Dythonen.
D: Gladly. *He drags them offstage, and a few seconds later, horrendous screams are
heard*
G: Hey a phone call! *Picks up phone* Hello?
Guy on phone: What's the torture you guys use?
G: You don't wanna know.
GoP: Please?
G: Ok, its -CENSORED SO THAT ONLY I WILL KNOW MY ULTIMATE
TORTURE-
G: Well, looks like time is up. See you next time on Geniusss9's Talk Show of Doom!
Hey! Please review. Come on, review for me and I'll tell you the ultimate torture.
Geniusss9's Talk Show of Doom! Christmas Special
Welcome your host, Geniusss9!
Geniusss9: Hi! And welcome back to my talk show! Some good news before we get
Started. I've been accepted by CBS to do this late night talk show! I've got my own big,
fat contract! *Hugs his contract* I'm so happy. ^-^
Dythonen: Can you say pathetic?
G: Shut it. You're just jealous because I get a yearly pay of 36$ and you only get a nickel.
Hahahah!
D: Well, a nickel IS a lot of money. Our old station only gave us a penny for 10 years.
Sad, isn't it?
G: Well, anyway, we've brought in the big man for this show. That's right, welcome. *Drumroll*
G: What the hell?
Drummer: I'm BAAACK!
G: Damnit! Why did they hire you!
Drummer: Well, I slipped them a Benjamin under the table, if you know what I mean.
G: I don't care! You're fired. AGAIN!
Drummer: Hell no! *Pulls out his Uzi* Eat lead! *Shoots up the crowd, all four members
of it*
G: Security! *Four men in suits rush the drummer*
Men in suits: You're coming with us!
Drummer: Oh well.. 10, 9, 8, 7,
G:????
Drummer: 6, 5, 4
Dythonen: Uh oh...
Drummer: 3, 2- Well boys, gotta go! *Jumps out the window*
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!!!
*You hear the sound of a bomb falling from the sky*
All: SHIT!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
G: Phew. It hit the building next door. Well, we are gonna bring in Santa himself!
*Meanwhile, at Santa's Toy Factory*
LupinIII: Where's Santa's vault. I saw that receipt for ten million dollars at KB Toys, this
guy is loaded!
Elf: Hey look! Intruder! Get him!
L: Shit! *Runs out of the factory*
*At Santa's House*
Cell: Alright big boy! Where are the goods?
Santa: I won't tell you!
Cell Jr: Look at this! On Santa's schedule, he has to go to a talk show!
C: ... Oh well. You guys keep interrogating him. I'll go to this "Talk show"
*Back at the studio*
G: What's taking so long? He sa- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
*A sleigh crashes through the wall, and Cell steps out in a Santa suit, while a few Cell Jr's
are wearing elf costumes*
G: Hello Santa!
C: Uh. hi.
G: You look a little green. Are you sick?
C: No, I'm fi- AGGGGGGG *Dythonen, for cruel fun, stuffs some pills down Cell's
mouth*
D: You look terrible! Have some more pills!
G: Stop it Dythonen.
D: Please?
G: No. Anyway, Santa, what is it like knowing everything?
C: Pretty good. Oh and Dythonen, I know what you did last week, so pay me 100
thousand dollars or I will tell everyone.
D: Hell no! Here you go! *Hands Cell a check for 100 thousand dollars*
CJ: *Whispers to Cell* How did you know?
C: Lucky guess, I suppose.
G: Well lets continue.
*Meanwhile, backstage*
LupinIII: I followed the big man here, but his sleigh has nothing. Man, and I hoped I
could make some big dollars off this heist. Oh well.
Security: Hey! Get away from there!
L: Ahhhh! *Jumps out window*
S: Poor guy. That was a 30 story window. *You hear a big splat*
*Back onstage*
G: Well thank you for your time Santa. One more thing, Is it tr- BAMMMMM!
*A Cell Jr bursts through the door*
CJ: We got it out of him! We know where his vault is!
G: ?
C: The jig is up boys! RUN!
D: Hell no! *Blocks the entrance* You are all gonna stay here!
G: Imposters eh? You know what to do, Dythonen.
D: Gladly. *He drags them offstage, and a few seconds later, horrendous screams are
heard*
G: Hey a phone call! *Picks up phone* Hello?
Guy on phone: What's the torture you guys use?
G: You don't wanna know.
GoP: Please?
G: Ok, its -CENSORED SO THAT ONLY I WILL KNOW MY ULTIMATE
TORTURE-
G: Well, looks like time is up. See you next time on Geniusss9's Talk Show of Doom!
Hey! Please review. Come on, review for me and I'll tell you the ultimate torture.