Shaman Idol 2

A/N: Hihi (puffyamiyumishow!) ! I'm baaaa-aaaack! (Chuckie-esque laugh) With Shaman Idol 2, and you can thank/blame Invader Neo for wanting a sequel, I'm actually quite happy to do so! This will be more psycho than the 1st one! Because I just watched Darkness Falls, and I'm listening to William Hung and various Sailor Moon Midis!

And now…a word from Cartman: Nya nya nya nya nya nya! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Disclaimer: I don't own any things that may pop up in here, except maybe an OC from another fic or something. Just expect madness, alright!

An ominous purple sky serenaded the mammoth building of Glorious Hair Productions Inc…

The company was in utter ruin, and the CEO and founder, Hao-sama was near a nervous breakdown…

"I'M OUT OF HAIR GEL!" he screamed into the dusk infernally.

The Hanagumi consoled him, giving him flowers, and stroking his beautiful long hair with gentle fingers. He would not stand for it.

"How about some Shiny Sally hair gel?" suggested Maachi, Jack standing behind her eating a Popsicle.

Jack shook his head, and held out his hand.

Hao, in desperation, slapped it with a briar switch, causing Jack to explode into tears and be carried to the infirmary downstairs…in other words, the basement, since they were so broke.

"Oh, it's a purgelknaven!" cried a certain blonde haired magician floating down into the open roof of the building on a giant Homer Simpson pool noodle with Eliza and the Authoress.

"A purgel-what? What the fuck are you talking about!" screamed Hao, frantically searching for his hair gel.

"A purgelknaven, in other words: A WHIPPING BOY! My god Faust you would make a good yaoi seme!" cried Opacho ecstatically.

Faust/Fred Astaire's electric blue eyes squinted in fury. "A 4-Kids associate! Opacho must die!"

Suddenly, a giant ice-cube set Opacho on fire, causing the entire Glorious Hair Productions Inc building to fall to ashes onto the New York pavement.

"Ohohohohohohohohohohohoho!" the three laughed, still sipping the same Italian sodas from Shaman Idol 1.

Hao nearly pulled out clumps of his beautiful hair, but Mari dutifully stopped him with the power of Ashcroft.

Kanna was engraged. "Mari, you can't control Ashcroft!"

Mari ran away, leaving Hao and Kanna alone, with Ashcroft running off to hang out with his best friend, FMA's Alphonse Elric.

"Fuck you!" squealed Alphonse, brandishing a middle Ottomail finger.

The two suits of armor laughed happily, eating ice cream, until…

CARTMAN.

"Screw you guys, I'm gonna be the boss of this story." he scoffed, allowing a building to appear from nowhere.

"I summon all of you!" he said, gracefully dancing with his obese 8-year old body in a ceremonial dance appropriately titled: "The Dance To Summon The Retards."

A gargantuan crowd materialized in front of the new building, called "I'm Not Fat I'm Just Big Boned Productions."

Among them were the smiling faces of Yoh, Hana, and a dangerously sparkling Anna, the determined faces of Ren Hung and this time joining him two mysterious partners….

The drunken, loving faces of Marco and Lyserg, his jail bait…the feuding, cat-fighting faces of Hao and Jeanne…even the vegetating face of Horohoro!

"It's so nice to have the gang back together." sighed Cartman with a sense of euphoria.

A bitter-looking, half-alive Opacho haughtily glared at Cartman with the look of a basilisk. "For one, you sound like you're high. And for two, you don't even know these people."

"No…I don't…." he sounded like Ronald Reagan. "But I know…what's in their pants." finished Cartman with an air of dignity and nobility.

"Oh…" he added. "Screw you, die in a breadbasket."

Magically, Faust, Eliza, and the Authoress appeared down from the sky on a giant meatball, singing various songs from Grease, and killing Opacho with a breadbasket and sending him to the depths of Hell. (A/N: I really hate Opacho. )

"Thanks guys." said Cartman, saluting the glorious, almighty trio as they returned to the heavens.

"Ohohohohohoho!" they laughed jauntily.

The brown-haired, obese, third grader kindly beckoned the group into the building, and into the audition room, which strangely, for all the space, was the size of a broom closet.

"Mari can't breathe." whined Mari.

Cartman laughed, "Do you all know why you're hya?" (A/N: Hya "Here" )00;)

Ren Hung raised his hand. "To show that we have talent and we not afraid to use it? To WOW da American world?"

'Such an eager little tyke…' thought the 8 year old, reminiscing, 'He reminds me of my younger self…so naïve…'

"NOO! Wrong boi!" he yelled, spitting onto the populace, who recoiled in horror.

The crowd was in embarrassed silence.

Cartman raised his hand majestically, "Nope…in this contest, you won't sing….you'll be…."

"Voice acting."

A/N: Yuppers! They shall be voice-acting, as if they were seiyuus! But they will not be voice-acting anime! I'll give you a clue: MUSICAL.

Stay tuned, okay! You ought to read this, Invader Neo! You are the one who requested a SEQUEL in the first place!

PS: Don't worry, it gets funnier, and I know this chapter was short, but I'm lazy ;-) (Don't ask about the clown-hair winking smiley-face, I just watched Killjoy, I freaked out and screamed….my neighbors yelled at me, and my mother made me watch teh CANDYMAN after that. I believe I'm traumatized. My cousin laughed at me. Life sucks.