Space Wasters Unite!
By: I Am Cara and KruezTexture
Disclaimer: I don't own Chicken Little or any characters in it.
A/N: Yeah, so me n' my friend KT, who isn't here right now, decided to write a fanfiction for Chicken Little, cause, ya know, we've always wanted to be on the first page of fanfictions for something. We haven't even finished typing the first chapter, let alone the whole story, but we're probably just gonna end up taking up space and priding ourselves on being on the first page rather than making something interesting to read. Ain't dat right, KT?
KT - ... (not here)
Me - ...You butt.
KT - ...
Me: Well, she's here in spirit, so yeah! This chapter was done 99 percent by her and finished by me. Anyway, if indeed this does become a fanfiction instead of a crap-document (pardon my langauge, kiddies) be prepared. Cause we're pretty sick. Ain't dat right, KT?
KT - ...
Me - ...
It was just another day in Oakey Oaks for Chicken Little. His father was out shopping for dinner while he slobbered in fronty of the old black-and-white television with the antennae falling off.
(How do you spell antenna?)
A phone call resounded through the hideously decorated living room. Chicken made a mad dash for the phone, practically slamming it next to his, uh, ear.
"Hello?"
A gurgling noise was the only reply.
Chicken brightened visibly.
"Hey, Fish! Whaddaya want?"
Yet again, a bunch of gurgles strewn together was the answer, but it translated to, "Do you want to come 'round to my tank? I got a new video game you can play on the marine TV?"
"Sure," said Chicken, happy, and said, "Ok, I'll meet you there in a second. See ya."
"Nmmmmmnnnmjjnm." ("Ok, see ya.")
Chicken hung up the phone and ran to his closet to pull his swimsuit on. He was going to Fish's house!... tank... fishbowl... whatever. Getting too excited, he began doing the 'I'm going to Fish's house" dance, before his asthma kicked in and he flopped over.
After two minutes of thunking around like a fish out of air (hahahahaha), he regained self control and walked outside. A large dog quickly caught sight of him and began chasing him down the street, where he ran into and old lady, making her fall over, which caused a truck to swerve out of the way and hit a tree, where a nest of eggs fell out and fried on the truck's engine, and the hillbilly truck driver made an omlet out of them and didn't starve.
Yeah. So, Chicken Little kinda saved the day again. I think.
Oh well! On to Fish's house!
R.I.P. Old Lady
Me: ...Woah.
KT: ...
Me: Yeah, don't give me anymore coffee. You don't have to review, I don't know who would want to review for a piece of crap like this, but whatever floats your boat. Chapter Two coming soon, with more by KT. I hope.
Goodbye now.