Hello, fellow authors! And to those of you who haven't written anything, get off your duffs (great British word) and start milking your ideas! With an audience this big, you'll be bound to find someone who likes it. Anyway, on to my cheery "(insert expletive here) you" to the heads of fanfiction .net, as I, gasp, RESPOND TO MY REVIEWS!
Aragorn501: Thanks for the appreciation. You've picked out two of the three possible songs I'll do for Beast Boy. Oh, and as for Raven's suggestion, I'm a Weird Al fan. Depressing music is not exactly my forte.
realfanficts: Good point. I'll update the genre. As for the matter of hordes, do yours have...jetpacks? Lasers? Genghis Khan's DNA? Fear my flying Khans! Bwah hahahahaaaaa... Yeaaah...thanks for the review.
numbah-1-RAVEN: OMG THX 4 TEH IDEA BTW THEERS A KEY ON UR KEYBORED CALED CAPS LOCK, U SHUD TOTALI PRES IT! Seriously, though, thanks for the review.
TAS14: I don't know Happy Birthday, and One More Minute has some gender issues when sung by a woman. Still, appropriate suggestions. Also, thanks for the genius comment.
Now that I've performed the literary equivalent of raising my middle finger to the establishment, time for the fic!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Titans, Weird Al, any of the latter's songs, Inuyasha, Star Wars, or any characters associated with any of those entities. I only own Overactive Mind because he's me. Understood?
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The populous was promptly teleported back to their seats, dry and, for some reason, smelling faintly of melon. The typist cleared his throat and called "Now then, our next performer will be everyone's favorite Tamaranean princess, Starfire!"
"Hey!" Suddenly, a purple blast hit the stage, as Blackfire rose out of the villains section. "What about me? I'm the older sister. I'M the better one. How come this runt gets an entire stage to herself?"
Overactive Mind frowned as he typed rather rapidly. He said only one thing to the irate ex-emperess. "For questioning me and leaving your seat, you will be turned into a platypus." Before Blackfire could even process the strange news, there was a poof of altering reality, and a disgruntled, purple-eyed platypus fell back into the nosebleed se-, I mean, special reserved villains section. "Any other objections?" the 3-D figure asked menacingly. As one, the assembled evildoers shook their heads (except in the case of Kardiak, who shook its aorta.) The extradimensional overseer smiled, and continued. "Good! Now then, get on up here Star!"
The alien girl hesitantly walked on stage, to the great joy of innumerable fanboys. Some waved banners. Others threw confetti that had their phone numbers written on it. A select few had green contact lenses, dyed red hair and orange-painted faces, making them look more like football fans than anything. The ecstatic reception was cut short when one guy in blue robes waving a sign that read "Will You Bear My Children?" got hit in the head with a giant boomerang and was promptly returned to the proper part of the website. Everyone assumed it was some new form of Birdarang and shut up.
The stage shifted in preparation. The central rear portion of the stage rose considerably, while, for some reason, refrigerators spread in curving ranks from the edges of the elevated area to the edge of the stage, forming a partial circle that enclosed Starfire. Robin and Cyborg appeared on the elevated portion of the stage, since Overactive thought it might be a good idea for Beast Boy and Raven to have a little privacy after their number. Microphones appeared in the appropriate places, and Starfire's communicator went off.
"Yes?" she inquired.
"Ready, Star? Everything's set up." Overactive Mind was poised over the button that would start things off.
She nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes. I have been eagerly awaiting my chance to carry the oky. Please, where should I put it?"
The writer sweatdropped, and Robin interjected, "Uh, Starfire, it means you're going to sing."
The Tamaranean nearly rose off the ground from joy (literally.) "Even more glorious! Will I be performing a Tamaranean folk song?"
Everyone, even people who weren't even remotely involved in the concert, sweatdropped at the sheer obliviousness of that statement. It was, in fact, the first documented case of sweatdropping in many species on the planet. A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, an old man shuddered. "What is it, Ben?" asked his young friend.
"It was as though there were a billion voices, crying 'Oy,' and then, silence."
His Padawan shrugged. "Eh, probably gas."
Back on Earth, Starfire managed to grasp the concept of kareoke, and was finally ready to sing. "And now, the moment we've all been waiting for," Overactive Mind deadpanned, "Starfire performing 'Livin' in the Fridge' !" The music gratefully started:
(A/N: Star (Rob & Cy) All)
There's somethin' weird in the fridge today
I don't know what it is
Food I can't recognize
My roommate won't throw a thing away
I guess it's probably his
It looks like it's alive.
And Livin' in the Fridge, Livin' in the Fridge
Livin' in the Fridge, Livin' in the Fridge
There's something gross in the fridge today
It's green and growin' hair
It's been there since July (Ewwwwwwwww)
If you can name the object
In that baggie over there
Then mister, you're a better man than I!
It's Livin' in the Fridge
(You can't stop the mold from growin')
Livin' in the Fridge
(Can't tell what it is at all)
Livin' in the Fridge
(You can't stop the mold from growin')
Livin' in the Fridge
Tell me, do you think it can be carbon-dated
Fumigated or cremated and buried at sea?
You try to save a little bit of your home cookin'
Couple weeks later, got a scary-lookin' specimen
It always happens my friend
Again and again and again and again
Well, somethin' stinks in the fridge today
And it's been rottin' there all week
It could be liver cake or woolly mammoth steak
Well, maybe I should take another peek
(Creeeeeeeeek!)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
Livin' in the Fridge
(You can't stop the mold from growin')
Livin' in the Fridge
(Can't tell what it is at all)
Livin' in the Fridge
(You can't stop the mold from growin')
Livin' in the Fridge
Livin' in the Fridge
(Don't know what it is, Don't know what it is)
Livin' in the Fridge
(Don't know what it is, Don't know what it is)
Livin' in the Fridge
(Don't know what it is at all)
Livin' in the Fridge, yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaaaaaaaah
As she finished, Star blinked in confusion. "I do not understand. Why have you chosen a song about life in 'the fridge?' " Overactive popped up on her communicator and whispered the reason. "Oh, yes, many Tamaranean dishes do become active again if left alone for too long. Very amusing, friend Mind of Overactivity."
As the other Titans present let out a sigh of relief, glad Star didn't learn what they really thought of her cooking, the emcee flickered back on. "Thank you, Starfire. Now then, our neext performance tonight will be..."
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If you don't know who's up next, you either are very stupid, or very forgetful. I just left it blank for tradition's sake. For those of you wondering, this chapter's song was a parody of Aerosmith's Livin' on the Edge. Please review, or I'll throw this Hiraitos again.
"Give that back!"
What the...Sango? What are you...OW! C'mon...ow! Please, not the face! Kindly review, everyone! Please, anywhere but there!