Kit: HEEEEELLLLLOOOOO CLEVELAND! AND EVERYBODY ELSE OUT THERE! GUESS WHHHHHOOOOOOOO!

Kai: (pales) Oh shit, she's back!

Kit: Sure am! I'm feeling just fine, and the recovery is going smoothly. This chappie, I'm going to pick up where I left off, so today's victim is--drum roll please!

(silence)

Kit: I SAID, drum roll please!

(silence)

Kit: DRUM ROLL PLEASE!

Drum Roll Guy: (wakes up) Huh? Oh, sorry. (begins drum roll)

Kit: Thank you. Like I was saying, today's victim is, JOHNNY MACGREGOR!

Enrique: It took us long enough to catch him…

Kit: Thank god for tranquilizer guns! Anyways, I think everybody has been ready for this. So, let's MOVE OUT! YEAH!

(I don't own Beyblade, or my Wisdom Teeth! At least, not up until yesterday! LOL!)

Discern Your Actors!

a.k.a.

Know Your Stars!

Chapter 11

Johnny MacGregor

(Johnny has been chained to the chair)

"Know your stars; know your stars; Know Your Stars…" The narrator says in a round.

"Johnny MacGregor…Is a pop singing sensation…"

"Wha? Sing? Dude, that's Enrique's job."

(from backstage) "I'm not 'Enrique Inglasias' you know!"

"Whatever you say, dude."

"Johnny MacGregor…Is a pacifist…"

"Haven't you been paying attention for the last 5 chapters? I don't exactly fall under a 'peace loving' category. What in the good Lord's name--"

(from backstage) "Amen." Kit and Jake yell.

"Um…right. Like I was saying, what in the good Lord's name--"

"Amen."

"Good Lord--"

"Amen."

"Grr. Lord--"

"Amen."

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF SHARP POINTY OBJECTS--" (glares backstage) "--ARE YOU ON?"

"Pudding…"

O.O "Whatever."

"Johnny MacGregor…Is a Pyromaniac…"

"Sorry, no. That would be Kit."

(Backstage)

"OOH! Pretty colors!"

"NO KIT! STAY AWAY FROM THE BLOW TORCH!" Mystel screams.

(Onstage)

"See, I'm the guy who steals chainsaws and locks poor Authoresses in broom closets with perverts, remember? Two chapters ago…"

"Oh yeah, sorry."

-Let's Take a Quick Cut and Scope out Tala's Thoughts at the Moment-

"YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO APOLOGIZE DUMBASS!"

-Those Were Tala's Thoughts! Please Exit the Ride in an Orderly Fashion. Thank You-

"Johnny MacGregor…Is plotting his revenge as we speak…"

"No I'm not."

"You AREN'T?"

(Backstage)

"He ISN'T?"

(Onstage)

"Nope." Johnny says meekly, but has an evil smirk on his face.

"I see…Johnny MacGregor…He's a complete idiot…"

"I've been told that many times before."

"WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE BREAK DOWN AND CRY ANYMORE?"

"I'm a MACGREGOR. We DON'T cry."

"WHY CAN'T I CAUSE PAIN ANYMORE? WHY?"

"Oookkkkkkaaaaaayyyyy, this getting too weird for me. I'm out of here."

"And just HOW do you figure that?"

"Simple. Watch." A light saber suddenly appears in his hands. He uses it to cut through the chains and jumps out of the chair, free. "FREEDOM!" Johnny yells, and runs off laughing maniacally while swinging his new toy.

"May the Force be with him."

(Backstage)

"OH NO NOT AGAIN!" Everyone screams, and scramble after Johnny.

-Two Hours Later-

Everyone is exhausted from the search…with no results.

"Great, just great. NOW what?" Zeo asks. Kit smiles and sighs.

"This looks like an excellent time to share some of my 'Words of Wisdom'." She says happily, and sits down.

"Not the 'Words of Wisdom'…" Everybody thinks, sighing. Kit doesn't notice and just continues on with her speech.

"You know," she starts off with a dreamy curve to her voice, "as I lay in bed, gazing up at the stars, I can't help but wonder………What is my bed doing in the studio and WHERE THE FRACKIN HELL IS OUR ROOF?"

Everyone looks up. Sure enough, the ceiling is no longer in its appropriate place. Kit sits up in her bed, which is indeed, for some odd reason, in the studio.

"Okay, somebody had better explain, or else…" Kit began.

"MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"………JOHNNY!" They all yell at once.

To Be Continued…

Kit: CLIFFIE! I didn't even know I could work one into this story. Miracles DO happen! Sorry for the crappy update, I'm beginning to feel sorta crappy myself. DAMN YOU SURGERY! Oh well. Oliver?

Oliver: Certainly. Read and review, flames are welcome with open arms, but I would HIGHLY not recommend it at the moment, seeing as the Authoress is rather cranky.

Kit: I AM NOT! I'm actually quite happy. I've got all the feeling back in my face!

Oliver:…Right then. (cough-cranky-cough)

Kit: (glares) Bye-bye!

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