I need to ask you guys a favour. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but it will make me
insanely happy if you do. Could you please all take five minutes to click on my Author profile
thingy, and R and R my two stories "Two Little Pigs and A Llama," and "Same Story" (poem
actually, but ssh!)? Please? I only have one and two reviews because the people who submit
originals and stuff, I don't think they ever go into those sections! (I do sometimes!) Anyway, it'll
make me insanely happy. Come on people spread the love! Start a chain! Put a smile on my
face, and maybe I'll put one on someone else's, and they'll put one on someone else's. . . . If you
won't do it for me, do it for the chain!
L.C.: Thank you, you don't know who much that means to me. And..... I'll consider it. Mwa ha
ha ha! MWA HA HA HA! Mwa . . . . . . . . . . Anyway.
Synthera: All my stories are a priority. I think I've finally gotten over my little writer's block for
this story, maybe, just maybe, updates will come faster now. Thanx for reviewing.
On with the story. Thanx for the reviews everyone!
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Alec lay in the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling, and counting the different objects he could
see in the stains. Since he had just been *shot*, the hospital had decided to keep him in over
night, but he and Max knew that he could stay no longer than that, because White would be
looking for them. Max herself had long since fallen asleep at Alec's side, considering it was past
2:00 AM, and she refused to let anyone drive her out of the room, and she had had a loooong,
tiring day.
Alec had as well, especially the part about having been *shot*, but no matter how hard he tried,
he couldn't seem to get to sleep. After all, someone had to keep on alert for White.
The room was completely silent, except for the ever consistent beeping of his heart monitor.
There was no radio, and there was no TV. Obviously, there was no budget for such things in a
post-pulse hospital.
Needless to say, Alec was bored out of his mind.
The stains were beginning to blur together, and Alec's eyes were beginning to glaze over. That's
was happened when one stared at the exact same spot for hours on end.
Alec groaned. This was gonna be a loooong night.
A nurse quietly poked her head in the door to check on him.
Seemingly satisfied that Alec was still alive and recovering, she was about to pull away, when
Alec frantically motioned with his arms for her to come in. She tip-toed into the room, careful
not to wake Max.
"Listen," Alec whispered. "I'm having a little trouble sleeping. Do you think you could-"
"Oh, do you want something to put you to sleep?" the nurse interrupted.
"No! No, I just- do you think you can get me something to read or . . . something?"
"Sure thing," the nurse replied. "Need anything else?"
"No, thank you. That'll be fine."
The nurse nodded and tip-toed back out.
"Thank god," Alec whispered, letting his head fall back to the pillow. He glanced up at the
ceiling. "Oh!" he exclaimed quietly. "23!"
***
Ten minutes later, the nurse poked her head back in.
"67 . . ." Alec mumbled, then he noticed her. "Thank god," he whispered.
"I . . . uh," the nurse tiptoed in. "I couldn't find any magazines other than the Old Peoples'
People, but I thought you might enjoy this." She handed him a small booklet.
"Oookay," Alec said, reading the title. "Mad Libs."
"Oh, you don't want it?" the nurse asked, taking it from him.
"Wait, wait, no!" Alec hissed frantically. "It's perfect! Perfect!"
"Alright, well I'll leave you to it. Here's a pen."
"A pen? What do I need a pen for?" Alec asked, genuinely not knowing why he needed a pen.
"Uh . . ." the nurse said, giving him a weird and unnerving look.
"What?"
"Uh . . . I think you'll be able to figure it out." The nurse cautiously crept away. If he didn't
know what Mad Libs were, then she wanted nothing to do with him.
***
Max awoke in the morning to hear Alec giggling hysterically. The bed was shaking. That was
what had woken her.
"Alec, what the hell . . ." Max mumbled groggily.
"Ssh, ssh! Listen to this!" Alec said, barely containing his laughter long enough to talk. He
cleared his throat. "One of the most funky horror films ever made was "Night of the Living
Deadbeats." It's about seven chickens who try to hide from some zombies. These are not
gloomy zombies. These zombies are cannibals, which means they eat zebras. As you can
imagine, the movie gets pretty tweaked. The zombies walk strongly and have hip eyes, which
makes them look creepy. When the people see them, they shout "Yeah!" and "Oh the
familiarity!" and try to hop away. If you want to know what happens, rent the movie at your local
rubber ball store. Warning . . . don't shoot it alone." After struggling through the whole
narration, Alec finally let loose a fit of giggles.
Max simply arched a perfect eyebrow in his direction. "Uh huh," she said dryly.
Alec couldn't stop giggling. "It's . . . hilarious . . ."
"No. It's dumb."
Alec sunk back down onto the bed. "Leave me alone, I'm tired," he whined.
Max giggled. "Now that's funny!" Max sighed and smiled. "Give me that," she said, reaching
for the book. "Let's try this again." She flipped through the book quickly. "Here's one. Wacko.
Sound familiar?"
"There's one in there about you?" Alec asked, grinning.
"If you weren't in a hospital bed I'd smack you."
"Ouch." Alec pouted jokingly.
Max rolled her eyes. "The whole point of that sentence was that I *didn't* smack you."
"Just continue with the thingy," Alec said, gesturing toward the book.
"Okay. Give me an adjective."
"Uh . . . mischievous."
"My turn. A celebrity . . . Eyes Only."
"You had to bring him into this?" Alec asked.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't. My turn."
Max was still wondering why *he* had a problem with *her* bringing up Logan, but she let it
drop. "Name of girl in room."
"Duh."
"There's no one here by that name," Max teased.
"Max," Alec said, dragging out the name.
"A number . . . 452. Same celebrity."
"Duh."
"No, Alec. It was Eyes Only."
"Shut up."
"Me now. Noun . . . stick."
"Stick?"
"Something I'd enjoy beating you with."
Alec rolled his eyes.
"Verb ending in 'ing'."
"Annoying."
"This isn't about you either, you know. Noun . . . battering ram."
"Battering ram?"
"Just popped into my head. Adjective."
"Beautiful." Alec was staring at Max, but she didn't notice, still looking at the book.
"Same celebrity: Eyes Only. Noun."
"Pretty girl."
"Ah, how cute," Max said.
"Yeah, some of the nurses here are pretty good looking."
Max was a little disappointed. She'd been hoping he was talking about her. "Noun again . . .
wish."
"Wish?"
"I wish you'd shut up. Noun."
"Love."
"Feeling mushy today?"
"Sure, why not."
"Noun AGAIN . . . confused mind. Verb, past tense."
"Shot."
"NOUN . . . bullet. And last but not least, in amount anyway . . . drum roll . . . noun."
"Chance."
"Okay, here goes. Wacko. In this mischievous horror film, Eyes Only plays a person who runs a
motel. When Max steals 452 dollars, she goes there to hide. Too bad, because Eyes Only's stick
goes into her room and starts annoying her with a battering ram while she is in the shower. Pretty
soon, she is beautiful."
Alec interrupted her. "You know, you kinda are beautiful when you're annoyed."
Max was speechless. Alec thought she was beautiful? "Uh . . . uh . . . where was- oh yeah. Uh,
then Eyes Only (Alec winced. It was always *him.* *He* always got in the way.) dumps her
pretty girl in a wish, along with the love she stole. When a confused mind comes looking for her,
he gets shot, too. In the final bullet, we find out that the motel owner is normal. It's the owner's
chance who is wacko!"
"Not as funny as the last one," Alec commented.
"Yeah, well, the last one wasn't funny. Hmm, in this one, Normal owns a motel . . ." Max said.
"Ok, you ask this time, and I'll give all the answers."
"Well that's not fair!" Alec complained.
"I'll ask you after."
"OK!" Alec flipped through the book. "The Glob. Sounds overly pleasant. Plural noun."
Max scrunched up her face, looking incredibly cute. "Uh . . . Mad Libs."
"Oh, I bet that one took some effort. Verb, past tense."
"Savagely beat."
"Ooh. Mee-ow. A color."
"Hot pink."
"Eew."
"What's wrong with hot pink?" Max asked, all innocence.
"What's NOT wrong with hot pink? Answer that one. No, on second thought, I don't even
wanna know. A geographical location."
"Uh . . . Seattle."
"That's some real tough ones you're coming up with there Max. A food."
"Mickey Mouse shaped jello."
"There we go. What-shaped what-now?"
"Mickey . . . you don't know who Mickey Mouse is?" Max's eyes almost popped out of her head.
"But you're a TV nut!"
"Gee Max, stop. You're gonna spoil me with your compliment rush. Annnnnnywayyy . . . Plural
noun."
"TV nuts."
"Another food."
"Chocolate orangutans."
"I somehow doubt that's a food."
"It is now."
"Okay then, verb, past tense."
"Created."
"Adverb."
"Lightly."
"Verb."
"Escape."
"Another verb."
"Evade."
"Annnd, verb, past tense."
"Mixed."
"Annnnnd, adjective."
"Purple-ish."
"Annnnnnnnd, adverb."
"Hungrily."
"Hmm, you know, I *am* hungry, now that you mention it." Alec frowned, holding a hand over
his stomach.
"Well maybe later we'll get you some jello. Probably not Mickey Mouse shaped."
"Could ya stop with the thingy-shaped do-hicky? Noun."
"Jello."
"Verb. Past tense." He stressed and forced out each word in mock anger.
Max narrowed her eyes menacingly. "Castrated."
Alec squeaked with fright and raised his knees to protect 'himself.' "Max! Don't scare me like
that!"
Max giggled.
"Moving on!" Alec said. "Let's read the stupid thing. It is a well known fact that Mad Libs have
been watching Earth from outer space for years. One day, not too long ago, they decided to do a
test of humans. They savagely beat their hot pink spaceship close to Earth and dropped the Glob
in Seattle. The Glob was disgusting. It was made of 100, 000 pounds of Mickey Mouse shaped
jello and 200, 000 pounds of mashed up TV nuts. It smelled like rotten chocolate orangutans.
The Glob created very lightly and consumed everything in its path. The government decided to
escape the Glob up with the space shuttle and evade it into space; however, the Glob fell off and
mixed in New Jersey. The Glob climbed onto a purple-ish pile of garbage and hungrily consumed
it. The world was overjoyed, but with every jello the Glob ate, it castrated larger and larger."
Max grinned. "Mine was better than yours."
Alec ignored her. "It castrated larger and larger . . . that means I'll be the last man to suffer the
horrible fate."
Max grimaced. "I don't need to know your thoughts, or the actual info on such matters."
"Your loss."
"Eew."
Alec shoved the book into Max's hands. "My turn!"
"Let's make this one quick," Max said.
"OK."
"Adjective."
"Bubbly."
"Name of girl in room: Max. Part of the body."
"Trigger finger."
"Another one."
"Heart."
"Name of boy in room: Alec. Number."
"494."
"Adjective."
"Wonderful."
"Don't be so full of yourself. Verb."
"Whatever. Bounce."
"Don't you whatever me. Adjective."
"Why not? Bouncy."
"Because. Verb: ing."
"Because why? Bouncing."
"Shut up. Plural noun."
"Make me. Bouncy balls."
"What's with the bounce? Verb."
"Something to say. Jump."
"Adjective."
"Boingy."
"And verb."
"Flip."
"Okay, here goes. The Frogs. In-"
"Good thing I stuck with the bounce."
"Shut. Up. In this bubbly horror film, Max falls trigger finger over heart in love with Alec. She
gives him 494 frogs as a gift. Then, at a wonderful party, all the frogs in town bounce everybody
there. Nobody knows why the frogs are so bouncy. Pretty soon, the frogs are bouncing people
all the time with their bouncy balls. After a while, the frogs jump away. Everybody is very
boingy, but the never flip at frogs the same way again."
The two of them sat in silence for a moment.
"Ugh," Max said. "This is all wrong. Lemme fix this." She looked back over the story. "Ah,
here we go. In this bubbly horror film, Max falls head over heels in love with Logan. There.
That's better."
"You can't do that," Alec said, not kidding at all. "It said name of boy in the room. Logan's not
here."
"Oh well, he's in the building somewhere, that doesn't matter."
"Whatever," Alec said, no longer sounding happy.
"I . . . uh, I have to go . . . somewhere. Work! I have to go to work," Max said hastily, standing
from her chair and leaving quickly.
When she was gone, Alec picked up the Mad Libs book and tore it in half, throwing the pieces
across the room.
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Whew! That was a long one. At least I finally updated. I don't own Mad Libs, and "Night of the
Living Deadbeats," "Wacko," "The Glob," and "The Frogs" are all part of "Wacky, Spooky, Silly
Mad Libs" (Halloween edition), so I don't own them either.
BTW, I'll explain the title change next chapter, which I'll hopefully have written and posted soon.
insanely happy if you do. Could you please all take five minutes to click on my Author profile
thingy, and R and R my two stories "Two Little Pigs and A Llama," and "Same Story" (poem
actually, but ssh!)? Please? I only have one and two reviews because the people who submit
originals and stuff, I don't think they ever go into those sections! (I do sometimes!) Anyway, it'll
make me insanely happy. Come on people spread the love! Start a chain! Put a smile on my
face, and maybe I'll put one on someone else's, and they'll put one on someone else's. . . . If you
won't do it for me, do it for the chain!
L.C.: Thank you, you don't know who much that means to me. And..... I'll consider it. Mwa ha
ha ha! MWA HA HA HA! Mwa . . . . . . . . . . Anyway.
Synthera: All my stories are a priority. I think I've finally gotten over my little writer's block for
this story, maybe, just maybe, updates will come faster now. Thanx for reviewing.
On with the story. Thanx for the reviews everyone!
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Alec lay in the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling, and counting the different objects he could
see in the stains. Since he had just been *shot*, the hospital had decided to keep him in over
night, but he and Max knew that he could stay no longer than that, because White would be
looking for them. Max herself had long since fallen asleep at Alec's side, considering it was past
2:00 AM, and she refused to let anyone drive her out of the room, and she had had a loooong,
tiring day.
Alec had as well, especially the part about having been *shot*, but no matter how hard he tried,
he couldn't seem to get to sleep. After all, someone had to keep on alert for White.
The room was completely silent, except for the ever consistent beeping of his heart monitor.
There was no radio, and there was no TV. Obviously, there was no budget for such things in a
post-pulse hospital.
Needless to say, Alec was bored out of his mind.
The stains were beginning to blur together, and Alec's eyes were beginning to glaze over. That's
was happened when one stared at the exact same spot for hours on end.
Alec groaned. This was gonna be a loooong night.
A nurse quietly poked her head in the door to check on him.
Seemingly satisfied that Alec was still alive and recovering, she was about to pull away, when
Alec frantically motioned with his arms for her to come in. She tip-toed into the room, careful
not to wake Max.
"Listen," Alec whispered. "I'm having a little trouble sleeping. Do you think you could-"
"Oh, do you want something to put you to sleep?" the nurse interrupted.
"No! No, I just- do you think you can get me something to read or . . . something?"
"Sure thing," the nurse replied. "Need anything else?"
"No, thank you. That'll be fine."
The nurse nodded and tip-toed back out.
"Thank god," Alec whispered, letting his head fall back to the pillow. He glanced up at the
ceiling. "Oh!" he exclaimed quietly. "23!"
***
Ten minutes later, the nurse poked her head back in.
"67 . . ." Alec mumbled, then he noticed her. "Thank god," he whispered.
"I . . . uh," the nurse tiptoed in. "I couldn't find any magazines other than the Old Peoples'
People, but I thought you might enjoy this." She handed him a small booklet.
"Oookay," Alec said, reading the title. "Mad Libs."
"Oh, you don't want it?" the nurse asked, taking it from him.
"Wait, wait, no!" Alec hissed frantically. "It's perfect! Perfect!"
"Alright, well I'll leave you to it. Here's a pen."
"A pen? What do I need a pen for?" Alec asked, genuinely not knowing why he needed a pen.
"Uh . . ." the nurse said, giving him a weird and unnerving look.
"What?"
"Uh . . . I think you'll be able to figure it out." The nurse cautiously crept away. If he didn't
know what Mad Libs were, then she wanted nothing to do with him.
***
Max awoke in the morning to hear Alec giggling hysterically. The bed was shaking. That was
what had woken her.
"Alec, what the hell . . ." Max mumbled groggily.
"Ssh, ssh! Listen to this!" Alec said, barely containing his laughter long enough to talk. He
cleared his throat. "One of the most funky horror films ever made was "Night of the Living
Deadbeats." It's about seven chickens who try to hide from some zombies. These are not
gloomy zombies. These zombies are cannibals, which means they eat zebras. As you can
imagine, the movie gets pretty tweaked. The zombies walk strongly and have hip eyes, which
makes them look creepy. When the people see them, they shout "Yeah!" and "Oh the
familiarity!" and try to hop away. If you want to know what happens, rent the movie at your local
rubber ball store. Warning . . . don't shoot it alone." After struggling through the whole
narration, Alec finally let loose a fit of giggles.
Max simply arched a perfect eyebrow in his direction. "Uh huh," she said dryly.
Alec couldn't stop giggling. "It's . . . hilarious . . ."
"No. It's dumb."
Alec sunk back down onto the bed. "Leave me alone, I'm tired," he whined.
Max giggled. "Now that's funny!" Max sighed and smiled. "Give me that," she said, reaching
for the book. "Let's try this again." She flipped through the book quickly. "Here's one. Wacko.
Sound familiar?"
"There's one in there about you?" Alec asked, grinning.
"If you weren't in a hospital bed I'd smack you."
"Ouch." Alec pouted jokingly.
Max rolled her eyes. "The whole point of that sentence was that I *didn't* smack you."
"Just continue with the thingy," Alec said, gesturing toward the book.
"Okay. Give me an adjective."
"Uh . . . mischievous."
"My turn. A celebrity . . . Eyes Only."
"You had to bring him into this?" Alec asked.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't. My turn."
Max was still wondering why *he* had a problem with *her* bringing up Logan, but she let it
drop. "Name of girl in room."
"Duh."
"There's no one here by that name," Max teased.
"Max," Alec said, dragging out the name.
"A number . . . 452. Same celebrity."
"Duh."
"No, Alec. It was Eyes Only."
"Shut up."
"Me now. Noun . . . stick."
"Stick?"
"Something I'd enjoy beating you with."
Alec rolled his eyes.
"Verb ending in 'ing'."
"Annoying."
"This isn't about you either, you know. Noun . . . battering ram."
"Battering ram?"
"Just popped into my head. Adjective."
"Beautiful." Alec was staring at Max, but she didn't notice, still looking at the book.
"Same celebrity: Eyes Only. Noun."
"Pretty girl."
"Ah, how cute," Max said.
"Yeah, some of the nurses here are pretty good looking."
Max was a little disappointed. She'd been hoping he was talking about her. "Noun again . . .
wish."
"Wish?"
"I wish you'd shut up. Noun."
"Love."
"Feeling mushy today?"
"Sure, why not."
"Noun AGAIN . . . confused mind. Verb, past tense."
"Shot."
"NOUN . . . bullet. And last but not least, in amount anyway . . . drum roll . . . noun."
"Chance."
"Okay, here goes. Wacko. In this mischievous horror film, Eyes Only plays a person who runs a
motel. When Max steals 452 dollars, she goes there to hide. Too bad, because Eyes Only's stick
goes into her room and starts annoying her with a battering ram while she is in the shower. Pretty
soon, she is beautiful."
Alec interrupted her. "You know, you kinda are beautiful when you're annoyed."
Max was speechless. Alec thought she was beautiful? "Uh . . . uh . . . where was- oh yeah. Uh,
then Eyes Only (Alec winced. It was always *him.* *He* always got in the way.) dumps her
pretty girl in a wish, along with the love she stole. When a confused mind comes looking for her,
he gets shot, too. In the final bullet, we find out that the motel owner is normal. It's the owner's
chance who is wacko!"
"Not as funny as the last one," Alec commented.
"Yeah, well, the last one wasn't funny. Hmm, in this one, Normal owns a motel . . ." Max said.
"Ok, you ask this time, and I'll give all the answers."
"Well that's not fair!" Alec complained.
"I'll ask you after."
"OK!" Alec flipped through the book. "The Glob. Sounds overly pleasant. Plural noun."
Max scrunched up her face, looking incredibly cute. "Uh . . . Mad Libs."
"Oh, I bet that one took some effort. Verb, past tense."
"Savagely beat."
"Ooh. Mee-ow. A color."
"Hot pink."
"Eew."
"What's wrong with hot pink?" Max asked, all innocence.
"What's NOT wrong with hot pink? Answer that one. No, on second thought, I don't even
wanna know. A geographical location."
"Uh . . . Seattle."
"That's some real tough ones you're coming up with there Max. A food."
"Mickey Mouse shaped jello."
"There we go. What-shaped what-now?"
"Mickey . . . you don't know who Mickey Mouse is?" Max's eyes almost popped out of her head.
"But you're a TV nut!"
"Gee Max, stop. You're gonna spoil me with your compliment rush. Annnnnnywayyy . . . Plural
noun."
"TV nuts."
"Another food."
"Chocolate orangutans."
"I somehow doubt that's a food."
"It is now."
"Okay then, verb, past tense."
"Created."
"Adverb."
"Lightly."
"Verb."
"Escape."
"Another verb."
"Evade."
"Annnd, verb, past tense."
"Mixed."
"Annnnnd, adjective."
"Purple-ish."
"Annnnnnnnd, adverb."
"Hungrily."
"Hmm, you know, I *am* hungry, now that you mention it." Alec frowned, holding a hand over
his stomach.
"Well maybe later we'll get you some jello. Probably not Mickey Mouse shaped."
"Could ya stop with the thingy-shaped do-hicky? Noun."
"Jello."
"Verb. Past tense." He stressed and forced out each word in mock anger.
Max narrowed her eyes menacingly. "Castrated."
Alec squeaked with fright and raised his knees to protect 'himself.' "Max! Don't scare me like
that!"
Max giggled.
"Moving on!" Alec said. "Let's read the stupid thing. It is a well known fact that Mad Libs have
been watching Earth from outer space for years. One day, not too long ago, they decided to do a
test of humans. They savagely beat their hot pink spaceship close to Earth and dropped the Glob
in Seattle. The Glob was disgusting. It was made of 100, 000 pounds of Mickey Mouse shaped
jello and 200, 000 pounds of mashed up TV nuts. It smelled like rotten chocolate orangutans.
The Glob created very lightly and consumed everything in its path. The government decided to
escape the Glob up with the space shuttle and evade it into space; however, the Glob fell off and
mixed in New Jersey. The Glob climbed onto a purple-ish pile of garbage and hungrily consumed
it. The world was overjoyed, but with every jello the Glob ate, it castrated larger and larger."
Max grinned. "Mine was better than yours."
Alec ignored her. "It castrated larger and larger . . . that means I'll be the last man to suffer the
horrible fate."
Max grimaced. "I don't need to know your thoughts, or the actual info on such matters."
"Your loss."
"Eew."
Alec shoved the book into Max's hands. "My turn!"
"Let's make this one quick," Max said.
"OK."
"Adjective."
"Bubbly."
"Name of girl in room: Max. Part of the body."
"Trigger finger."
"Another one."
"Heart."
"Name of boy in room: Alec. Number."
"494."
"Adjective."
"Wonderful."
"Don't be so full of yourself. Verb."
"Whatever. Bounce."
"Don't you whatever me. Adjective."
"Why not? Bouncy."
"Because. Verb: ing."
"Because why? Bouncing."
"Shut up. Plural noun."
"Make me. Bouncy balls."
"What's with the bounce? Verb."
"Something to say. Jump."
"Adjective."
"Boingy."
"And verb."
"Flip."
"Okay, here goes. The Frogs. In-"
"Good thing I stuck with the bounce."
"Shut. Up. In this bubbly horror film, Max falls trigger finger over heart in love with Alec. She
gives him 494 frogs as a gift. Then, at a wonderful party, all the frogs in town bounce everybody
there. Nobody knows why the frogs are so bouncy. Pretty soon, the frogs are bouncing people
all the time with their bouncy balls. After a while, the frogs jump away. Everybody is very
boingy, but the never flip at frogs the same way again."
The two of them sat in silence for a moment.
"Ugh," Max said. "This is all wrong. Lemme fix this." She looked back over the story. "Ah,
here we go. In this bubbly horror film, Max falls head over heels in love with Logan. There.
That's better."
"You can't do that," Alec said, not kidding at all. "It said name of boy in the room. Logan's not
here."
"Oh well, he's in the building somewhere, that doesn't matter."
"Whatever," Alec said, no longer sounding happy.
"I . . . uh, I have to go . . . somewhere. Work! I have to go to work," Max said hastily, standing
from her chair and leaving quickly.
When she was gone, Alec picked up the Mad Libs book and tore it in half, throwing the pieces
across the room.
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Whew! That was a long one. At least I finally updated. I don't own Mad Libs, and "Night of the
Living Deadbeats," "Wacko," "The Glob," and "The Frogs" are all part of "Wacky, Spooky, Silly
Mad Libs" (Halloween edition), so I don't own them either.
BTW, I'll explain the title change next chapter, which I'll hopefully have written and posted soon.