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Note: Now that it is summer, I have more time to update this story. Wait, I lied. I don't even know what I'm doing this summer. Now that it's half over. And I changed my pen name because I want it to be funny and stupid and utter nonsense. And It is!
ST4RTxOF.SOM3TH1NGxN3Wx3 – The whole cookie thing was in my head winks.
If I never knew you– Hahahaha. Holy hell… wow… The random things just roll out of the brain, dear.
Rawr. It's Amanda – That's awesome! Wow! Hahahahah… that is soooo awesome! The spider… wooww…
Sexyredhead – omigosh.. don't hurt yourself! Omigosh! That happens to my friend a lot…
Cookiedoughmunchkin – yup… Twinkie Towne… sounds tasty like your pen name!
Not as much, but, it will do
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Let Us Continue With the Movie… ergh… Parody!
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(Okay. So. Here's an overall view of what happened so far.)
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(Ahem.)
GABRIELLA: Hi, I'm Gabriella.
TROY: Hi, I'm Troy.
GABRIELLA: It's amazing how we go to the same school!
TROY: Totally! And we have detention together! Yay!
GABRIELLA: Yeah! And then Sharpay comes out of thin air and I said that her handwriting was putrid!
TROY: You did?
GABRIELLA: Yeah, and she asked me how I knew you and if we really got it on.
(TROY is creeped out. Well, creeped is not a word seeing the red squiggly underneath the darn word.)
GABRIELLA: So anyways, I was adoring the moon, and you and Chad were running around the tree!
TROY: And our teammates betrayed us! Yay!
GABRIELLA: I think we're forgetting something…
SHARPAY: (scoffs) We put you in that stupid STD thing… remember?
(RYAN bursts out laughing and is hit with SHARPAY's stupid little handbag.)
COMMERCIAL GIRL: Hey guys!
(Everyone turns around to see COMMERCIAL GIRL beaten up badly.)
TROY: And what the hell happened to you?
COMMERCIAL GIRL: Well, I was born.
GABRIELLA: No, duh.
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: What the hell am I doing?
SHARPAY: Hey! This is our story! (pushes OH SHIZL GZNGAHR out of the fanfiction.)
RYAN: …So…
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JACK: I cannot believe you had to go all RAARGH on them and put them in detention! What did they do?
DARBUS: Annoy the heck out of me!
ANAKIN SKYWALKER IN HIS HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN FORM: May the force be with you.
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: Is it just me or has anyone noticed that Hayden Christensen was Anakin Skywalker, not Luke Skywalker?
JACK: I did. Now get away from me, you Jedi traitor! And you stupid authoress!
(The authoress hid because she has nothing better to do.)
DARBUS: Is it me or has the room become hot all of a sudden? (fans herself)
MATSUI: (mumbles) I really have to talk to science teacher about this… (clears his throat) I want you (points at ANAKIN SKYWALKER IN HIS HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN FORM) to get out and you two (points and the "two") to stop fighting!
DARBUS and JACK: We weren't fighting.
MATSUI: Sure, whatever. Anyways, how's the team coach?
JACK: What?
MATSUI: Stop fighting.
DARBUS: Eh?
MATSUI: You two are being utterly ridiculous.
DARBUS: It's you who needs mental help! Anyways! (turns to JACK) Your kid has been very naughty and Darbus decided to give him punishment!
JACK: Well, Jack thinks that Darbus is perverted.
(Meanwhile, MATSUI shoots a paper ball into the waste basket. No… A basketball into the basketball hoop!)
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: This is so out of order.
DARBUS: There's more to this school than very handsome young men is tight shorts and pants scattering all over the field to a row a boat!
JACK: What the hell? I think you got football mixed with someone in some kind of canoe race or something.
DARBUS: What?
JACK: What?
DARBUS: Want to have a smoke?
JACK: No.
(And OH SHIZL GZNGAHR is looking at her work so far and is thinking she is retarded.)
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THE GYM WHERE PERSONAL HYGIENE IS SMELLED! Yay.
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(A whistle is blown and everybody runs up to the line and stands straight.)
JACK: (yells out) ATTEND, HUT!
ZEKE: What? Did you say that wrong?
JACK: Well, it sounds like they say that in those military movies. Anyways, SHUT UP.
ZEKE: Yes ma'am. I mean, sir. Mr. Bolton. COACH.
JACK: Championship is in two weeks! And we are going to bring the cup home!
(The basketball players look at each other.)
JOCK #1: Uhm, sir. Isn't the game being played here?
JACK: What?
JOCK #3: The game is being played here sir.
JACK: So?
JOCK #2: Well, you said we were bringing the cup home.
JACK: And?
JASON: Hey look! Eight J's so far!
CHAD: Hah! I ruined it!
JACK: (to CHAD and JASON) Shut up you two! (turns to the JOCKS) So, what are you trying to say?
JOCK #1: How are we bringing the cup home if home is here?
JACK: Oh no. We're not bringing it here. I was talking about me and Troy. Or me and Troy. Wait… I just said that. I meant Troy and I. Whatever. We're bringing it home. To our house. Comprehenday?
JOCK #2: What? You know I don't speak Spanish! You're just like my dog Baxter! Always speaking Spanish to me.
JOCK #3: Is this some evil diabolical plan that you set up?
TROY: I'm not a part of this.
CHAD: Yes, you are! You traitorous villain you! You scandalous felony! You drop-dead gorgeous hottie!
TROY: What?
CHAD: I'm bi.
TROY: That's nice. Anyways, I have no part in this!
JACK: We were talking about this, Troy, remember?
TROY: No. When?
JACK: Ooh. I think I used some short-term memory loss serum on you so you would forget what we had planned.
TROY: You did? Some father you are.
RANDOM JOCK: (yells) MUTINY!
EVERYONE BESIDES JACK: YEAH!
ZEKE: And we're going to take the Black Pearl with us!
(EVERYONE turns and looks at him.)
JASON: Zeke, this isn't PoC.
ZEKE: Really? Fine! I'll take that key to the dead man's chest then!
CHAD: Dude, what the hell are you talking about?
TROY: I think you should stop watching movies at night, Zeke. Oh, and spoiling the movie for us!
ZEKE: That's Captain Zeke, to you! (emphasizes Captain)
JACK: Shut up Captain Zeke. So, we're going to win this stupid basketball tournament, right?
JOCK #3: Why are you calling it stupid? Don't you realize this means the world to us?
JOCK #2: Didn't it have some meaning to you?
JACK: No. Let's do this!
(Okay. So, everyone was confused of what they were feeling. They could be mad, sad, happy, angry (which is practically the same thing as mad) or gay. Yeah. Gay. So some cheered, some jeered, some bounced around thinking they're in a land with fairies and bunnies and magical unicorns, and some were actually copping a feel. That's very kinky!)
CHAD: (meekly and quietly) What team?
(And somehow, everyone heard them.)
EVERYONE: AGAINST JACK!
JACK: What?
EVERYONE: SHWILDCATSH!
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So… how's life?
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(GABRIELLA and TAYLOR are walking around the school campus rolling their cute little backpacks like they're in kindergarten! Well, the last time OH SHIZL GZNGAHR had a rolling backpack was like, fifth grade. Fine, sixth. She was a loser.)
TAYLOR: Did you know that we have never won yet?
GABRIELLA: Now I do. And I care because?
TAYLOR: You're joining!
GABRIELLA: What?
TAYLOR: STD? Ring a bell?
GABRIELLA: When I think of that, I think of gonorrhea and syphilis.
TAYLOR: OOH! I mean SDT! Sorry!
GABRIELLA: Well, no. I'm not joining, because I'd rather feel like going to go and look around and get fit in which I don't know how to do and I don't want to join any activities even though I do but I'm like "Oh! I don't think I should do that!" and so it sucks really badly for me and the sky was turning green and the clouds didn't really taste like marshmallows and the camel from the theatre never really jumped over the moon.
(And TAYLOR is like WTF? OMFG! WTFDSS? In other words…)
TAYLOR: WHERE THE FREEZE? OLIVER MADDEN FOR GOVERNOR! WHEN THE FORMULA DIES SOMETHING SPLASHES!
GABRIELLA: Totally! What?
TAYLOR: So, the SDT!
GABRIELLA: Yeah! No! I meant no!
TAYLOR: Too late! Nyuk-nyuk-nyuk.
(And YUFFIE, with her great ninja skills just randomly comes along.)
YUFFIE: Hey! I say that!
TAYLOR: Well, too bad. (looks at her) What the heck are you?
YUFFIE: I'm a ninja, yo! I'm just ninja as hell! Check out ma ninja skills!
(And with that, YUFFIE did random flips in the air and disappeared because she's ninja as hell! And then TONY HAWK appears.)
TONY HAWK: Sup.
GABRIELLA: You're not supposed to come now.
TONY HAWK: Too bad. Don't do drugs.
TAYLOR: What the heels? Anyways, you're supposed to come when Ashley-
EVERYONE AROUND TAYLOR: SHARPAY!
TAYLOR: Crap. Anyways, you're supposed to come when Sharpay is like "A;SLKDJF;LKSJDF;KJFL I'M MAD BECAUSE I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A TONY AWARD AND TONY HAWK!" (crosses her eyes, sticks her tongue out, and lifts a lock of hair)
TONY HAWK: Okay. But don't do drugs. Because they're bad and you die!
(And with that, TONY HAWK disappears. And…)
COACH CARR: Hello. Do you know where the gym is?
GABRIELLA: (shrieks and screams and yells and does very loud things) OHMYFREAKINGCHOCOLATECARAMELCRUNCH! IT'S COACH CARR! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
(And all the girls of the campus, meaning JOCK GIRLS, GEEK GIRLS, NERD GIRLS, COOL ASIAN GIRLS, NERDY ASIAN GIRLS, COOL BLACK GIRLS, FEMALE SPANISH HOTTIES, GOTH GIRLS, EMO GIRLS, FEMALE HIPPIES, FEMALES OUTCASTS, FEMALE ART FREAKS, LESBIANS, BISEXUAL GIRLS, THE ODDLY SEX-CRAZED FEMALES, CHEERLEADERS, and all the girls in between emptied the schoolyard, leaving JOCK GUYS, GEEK GUYS, NERD GUYS, COOL ASIAN GUYS, NERDY ASIAN GUYS, COOL BLACK GUYS, MALE SPANISH HOTTIES, GOTH GUYS, EMO BOYS, MALE HIPPIES, MALE OUTCATS, aksjdf;ljksdfkjals;df. Well, you get the painting.)
COACH CARR: But, I just want to become a gym teacher.
RANDOM JOCK GUY: Yeah! And you'll probably make-out with our girlfriends! GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR SCHOOL!
THE MALE POPULATION: (yells) YEAH!
COACH CARR: I'm a changed man! I don't kiss girls younger than the age of 15!
EVERYONE: ROAR!
(And with that, COACH CARR was chased out of the school and all the females came back.)
GABRIELLA: So, anyways… Uhm, we were talking about something about cheerleaders… were we not?
TAYLOR: We were probably about to. I forgot what we were talking about while we were gone.
GABRIELLA: Yeah… Something about us not understanding their language?
TAYLOR: Oh yeah! See, if you speak like this…
(TAYLOR goes up to the CHEERLEADERS.)
TAYLOR: So if you multiply 2x and 10y and divided that by pi you'll most likely find the area of a pentagon!
RED-HEAD CHEERLEADER: I knew that.
TAYLOR: Wrong! Octagon!
BRUNETTE CHEERLEADER: What are you like talking about, you nerd!
GABRIELLA: Actually, she's a geek because she's pretty but-
UGLY CHEERLEADER: Shut up! You're not pretty either.
TAYLOR: And what are you?
SPANISH CHEERLEADER: And what is that supposed to mean?
TAYLOR: It means that you should go and dunk your stupid heads in the-
GABRIELLA: BLONDE DYE! Yeah! Dunk it in blonde dye and you'll all be total hotties and yeah! Not that I'm stereotypical or anything but it's just that… BLONDES ARE HOTTER THAN ALL HUMAN RACES?
BLONDE CHEERLEADER: I know!
ASIAN CHEERLEADER: Like Troy Bolton!
CHEERLEADERS: OMIGOSH!
GABRIELLA: What?
TAYLOR: Actually, he's not blonde…
BLONDE CHEERLEADER: You do not know the true colors of us blondes.
UGLY CHEERLEADER: He is blonde, too!
TAYLOR: Then you must be colorblind because those shoes do not match that little skanky costume you have on.
RED-HEAD CHEERLEADER: What did you say?
TAYLOR: Oh? Deaf too? Maybe because you put massive amounts of gel and hairspray and mousse! You put so much that you can't hear anything!
BRUNETTE CHEERLEADER: Like, why are we fighting! I think we should just calm down and breathe in the fantasy of nature!
UGLY CHEERLEADER: Then why don't you go and join those freakin' hippies?
BRUNETTE CHEERLEADER: Maybe I will!
(And she went off to join the HIPPIES.)
ASIAN CHEERLEADER: If she's leaving, then I'm leaving, too! I've always been left out in this group anyways and my old friends called me white-washed! Raargh!
(And she went to join the ASIANS.)
BLACK CHEERLEADER: Yo, I'm outtie. Too girly for me.
UGLY CHEERLEADER: Fine! Why don't you all leave!
(And they all did and went to their respective cliques, leaving THE UGLY ONE standing there. And then she started to scream with her mouth closed and then slid up a tree.)
TAYLOR: See what I mean?
GABRIELLA: I don't think I'll ever survive in a world like that.
TAYLOR: Yeah, tell me about it. Talking to people with an IQ lower than a rock.
GABRIELLA: No. I mean if I was a cheerleader and you were talking to me, I'd go ballistic because you were being so mean.
TAYLOR: Aw, deal with it. That's how I am. Hard as nails.
(GABRIELLA knocks on TAYLOR's arm.)
GABRIELLA: Not really.
TAYLOR: It's a figurative speech, darling. Oh my, don't tell me you have an IQ lower than a jock!
GABRIELLA: What?
TAYLOR: Yeah.
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: So… what part was next?
(OH SHIZL GZNGAHR opens a new window and goes onto youtube to watch the movie… for the tenth time. Or, a part of it.)
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: Ew!
GABRIELLA: What?
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: (points at GABRIELLA) You were like my nail beds are history.
TAYLOR: So?
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: (points at TAYLOR) And you agreed or said somehow – even though you didn't say anything – that your nail beds was too!
GABRIELLA: And I thought you weren't girly.
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: I'm not. I'm just freaked out about that part when Taylor goes "Hehehe! Sister!"
(OH SHIZL GZNGAHR threw laughing fits. Well, can't really throw laughing fits.)
TAYLOR: Uhm… On to Troy's scene with the father!
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What TAYLOR said!
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(TROY and JACK are playing basketball. Like always. Everyday after school. Man. He seriously needs another sport like hockey or baseball or football or soccer. Maybe lacrosse or track. Whatever. So TROY obviously has a lot on his mind because he's losing by ten points. No wait. Let's make that one-hundred points, just to be mean.)
JACK: I'm still geeking about the fact you got detention! So what did you do man?
TROY: What?
JACK: What did you do to get detention?
TROY: Oh you know. Just a little, uhm… flirting?
JACK: Ooh! You've got your old man's genes!
TROY: Eh… So anyways! Did you ever think about doing something else?
JACK: Like going right?
TROY: No! What? I thought you say like going left!
JACK: Oh shizl gzngahr wouldn't let me. So I'm saying going right.
TROY: Oh, okay. Well, not like going right. Like doing something else that's completely different. What your friends might not approve of and they think it's a really bad thing.
(This is the dramatic part! Wait… Never mind. OH SHIZL GZNGAHR would delete what she typed, but she's just too last. Skdjfz;ksdf;lkjzs;dlfj ;z lazy.)
JACK: What, like taking part in Donut's auditions?
TROY: (nervous) Wh-what!
JACK: (laughs) Aw, I'm just playing you, son! Well anyways here's what I say.
(TROY listens attentively but all he hears is silence.)
JACK: Okay?
TROY: But, dad… I didn't even hear you say anything!
JACK: Oh… I forgot that you can't read my mind. Ugh. Man, I wish you had your mom's powers!
TROY: Mom's not a psychic.
JACK: Forget I said anything.
TROY: What the heck are you talking about?
JACK: Well, this is what I said. Maybe they're not your friends. And that was my whole point about team today!
TROY: But you didn't even talk about team today!
JACK: Yes, I did!
TROY: Why don't you scroll up!
(JACK scrolled up and saw he was talking about his evil, diabolical plan about taking the cup home.)
JACK: Oh… Uhm… forget it. So, yeah, son. Why don't you go shoot the ball?
TROY: Why?
JACK: Because that happens next?
TROY: Fo' rills?
JACK: Told you not to talk like that when I'm around.
TROY: Right.
(And then TROY shoots the basketball and then dies. LKSJD;JA;ZSDKLFJZ;LKSDFJ HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Okay. That was a lie. He just fell down exhausted. Kkjsdfkjas;dfkl).
TROY: I do not fall down. That's later in the movie, you stupid deodorant!
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: Oh… whatever. Why don't you just fall down exhausted now! Or even better! DIE!
TROY: Uhm… that's okay.
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: Good boy.
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Well… It would end here… but then this chapter would be pointless… no?
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(Now we see the East High School. Hey! If there's a West High and an East High, is there a North High and South High? Well, anyways, some slow retarded version with no words and just drums and a guitar of "We're All in This Together" is playing. And then we see the homeroom where amazingly all the important people are excluding JACK and GIRL WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED UNTIL AUDITIONS! SHARPAY is standing next to DARBUS's desk.)
SHARPAY: (gives present) Just something for you! Tee hee!
(DARBUS looks at it oddly and then the camera moves to SHARPAY walking to her seat. And then everybody comes in before the school bell rings. Yawn. This is boring. OOH! LOOK! Ergh… rather… READ! TROY and GABRIELLA looked at each other and TROY is on Cloud Nine!)
TROY: Stop telling lies! Gosh!
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: That's the whole points of this story! It's supposed to be not true! HENCE FANFICTION YOU DUMBBUTT! Now act like you're on Cloud Nine!
(TROY mumbles and then acts like he's on Cloud Nine. CHAD looks at him oddly and TROY says that he's fine. DARBUS stands in the middle of the classroom.)
DARBUS: (in her boomingly loud voice…) Okay! I hope you all have your manners back! Because vacation is over!
EVERYONE: ROAR!
DARBUS: That was random. Anyways… TROY!
TROY: Yes'm?
DARBUS: Stop looking at Gabriella!
EVERYONE BUT TROY AND GABRIELLA: Ooh!
DARBUS: And stop acting like you're in fourth grade! Never "Ooh!" in my class! That's rule number 62!
JASON: And what are the other 61 rules?
DARBUS: I would tell you, but it's too long and you would die! As much as I want that, I wouldn't want to get arrested and sent to jail! And I certainly hope that you don't want that!
JASON: Well, you getting sent to jail, yeah, I want that. But me dying, uhm, I'm just too young for that emo shiz.
DARBUS: Emo?
JASON: (acts clueless) What?
DARBUS: Anyways, today is the day for the auditions because free period is going to begin until whatever time I say so.
ZEKE: Auditions for what?
DARBUS: The spring musical! You pronounce that –cal as the cal- in calculus.
SHARPAY: Isn't it the winter musicale?
DARBUS: Oh… Yeah! Winter musical! And Sharpay, I can't believe it but you said it wrong.
SHARPAY: Uh… how exactly?
DARBUS: You said musicale, the -cale that rhymes with mail.
SHARPAY: Uh…
DARBUS: Well, auditions are today! Sharpay! Do that thing where you look at your brother and then you turn back and clap your hands.
SHARPAY: Why? I'll just look like a retard doing it.
TAYLOR: (being mean as always) You always look like a retard when doing that.
SHARPAY: Excuse me? Oh no you didn't!
TAYLOR: Oh yes I did girlfriend!
GABRIELLA: Do you always have to be mean?
TAYLOR: It's not mean, Gabriella. It's sarcasm! Enjoy the taste of it dripping off your tongue!
GABRIELLA: I can't taste anything.
TAYLOR: (sighs) It's a figurative speech, dear.
GABRIELLA (acting like Corrie from Suite Life): Oh!
DARBUS: Shut up! My goodness! Anyways…
(We'll just skip the shiznit where DARBUS goes all poetic and shiznits like "Oh, how the window breaks on yonder's face! Thy soul shall be saved!" No wait… Actually, that was a lie. She goes all "Art is the cleansing of the soul!" Well… that was a partial lie. She says that in the detention thing. "Expand your creativitiy!" There you go!)
CHAD: She's retarded.
(CHAD giggles about it and then TROY just fake-giggled. Uh… Yes! Giggled! Do you have a problem with boys giggling? Oh! Now she goes all Shakespearean!)
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THE HALLWAY WHERE RYAN WENT ALL JAMES BOND
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TROY: What the hell?
(We see TROY putting his books back in the locker. Well, let's just pretend he has books. He starts walking down the hallway and dodges the sexually active couple, the football, a pen, some fight, and a tuba. But he didn't manage to dodge CHAD.)
CHAD: So, Troy! The boys and I are going to go practice and play some basketball! Wait… That was like the same thing.
TROY: Well, too bad. I can't go.
CHAD: And why is that?
TROY: Because I have homework to catch up on.
CHAD: Yo, check it. I was behind on homework ever since Pre-K.
TROY: Wow. That's horrible. How the hell did you get to high school?
CHAD: What do you mean?
TROY: I mean, you've been behind since Pre-K. You said it yourself. The amazing thing is that you never got left back.
CHAD: My dad has connections.
TROY: Sweet! Did he like threaten the principal?
CHAD: More like bribed him. No wait! He did! But I'm just not sure how.
TROY: Nice. Anyways, see you later!
(And then TROY makes a left. Well, our left. His right. He leaves CHAD standing there.)
CHAD: Homework? Psh… no way!
(And now is CHAD's turn to go all James Bond! And he seemed to be doing it wrong by walking in to everything that is in his way.)
JAMES BOND: No, son, you're doing it wrong.
CHAD: Oh wow! James Bond! Can I get special lessons!
JAMES BOND: Certainly. You need it. So the first step is stealth.
CHAD: No! I mean on getting the ladies! All the girls flock you!
JAMES BOND: Not anymore. I'm old.
CHAD: (points at something behind JAMES BOND) Well, what is that right there?
(JAMES BOND looks and sees female teachers stalking him.)
JAMES BOND: Gotta go, mate.
CHAD: But I thought you were British!
(And then JAMES BOND jumped out the window in that slow motion kind of thing. You know where like in action movies the person jumps out the window (and breaks it) and then it goes all slow motion and then you see the person and the glass falling slowly and then the person reaches the ground and everything goes to normal speed? Yeah. That kinda happened.)
CHAD: Right… so… Troy!
(CHAD sees TROY walking in to a classroom. CHAD sees him talking to some student and then JOCK #1 goes up to him.)
JOCK #1: What's up?
CHAD: Yo.
(And then CHAD sees no TROY around! What could've possibly happened? CHAD is so confused right now, it's hilarious. And in the background we see TROY, who's just got ninja skills from YUFFIE. And then he walks off the scene. Now he's a ninja, not a JAMES BOND wannabe.)
TROY: (sings to himself) Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now! Even though I don't have to go! But it goes with the flow!
(TROY is running down the stairs. And after the first flight, he turns and goes on the second and we all see his boxers. Yep ladies. That's not a lie. But it isn't for sure. Why don't all you ladies that are madly in love with him or think he's uber hot go and watch the clip that has the title "High School Musical Part3" on it? And maybe go to 6:36 or somewhat. And then you'll see it. CHAD looks down at the stairs and sees not TROY and that was the last we saw of him. YAY!)
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: We need another parentheses thing.
(And now… KJAS;ZLDKJFZLKSDF;ZSDFKLSDF;LZKJSLK You know what! We should just skip this whole thing and go to the next big thing! Actually, never mind. So we see TROY in… someplace. I don't know what. The sign is fudged up and isn't illegible in this scene. A teacher or somewhat comes out and TROY is looking up at the sky and sees Mufasa. TROY is like WTF and then after the teacher/person passes by, he crosses the… give or take six yards and reaches another wall and then… DUHN DUHN DUHN! His father comes out! TROY is like "Oh no!" and his father is like "Luke? Is that you?")
JACK: What? I have no son that has the name of Luke…
ANAKIN SKYWALKER IN HIS HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN FORM: I do. 'tis a shame that I cut his arm off.
(Well, JACK is like "Troy?" and then TROY hides behind the wall And JACK is coming to walk over. The camera gets TROY completely out of the picture and shows only JACK and then JACK looks behind the wall and the camera moves and TROY just randomly disappeared!)
TROY: 'Cause I have ninja skillaz!
YUFFIE: Right on!
(So now, we see TROY walking in the class where they study cars. We don't know why, but he hides behind a car for some odd reason. Then he goes to the exit but then he is stopped by…)
MECHANIC: What the hell are you doing here?
TROY: Long cut.
MECHANIC: Well, I must say. This long cut sure is crappy. Short cuts are supposed to be ugly and nothing interesting. Long cuts must have scenic views and nice butterflies and-
(TROY already left. Maskdfj;zsdjf;lkzjs;dlkfjzd HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So anyways… ooh! Look! The guy with the drums sticks in the background is making a move on the girl! Oh… wait… They're just the band geeks that are really hot. Oh! A hot guy holding a recorder! Sweet!)
TROY: Can we continue?
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that auditorium place where there are a lot of chairs that slide
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(TROY is uhm… pushing that janitor's thing where there is like a broom and shiznits. Man. This whole thing with TROY is getting annoying. Trying to be so cool hiding from people. But seriously, that janitor's cart? That's hilarious. And then TROY sees DARBUS and people following her like their her little slaves! Ugh! The nerve of that old hag! Oh wait… those are the people auditioning! TROY hides as DARBUS comes up on stage along with the GIRL WHO IS GOING TO BE NAMED.)
DARBUS: Must I really do this scene?
GIRL WHO IS GOING TO BE NAMED: Yes.
(DARBUS claps her hands and all attention is on her.)
DARBUS: Welcome to the spring-
EVERYONE: WINTER!
DARBUS: Musical! The –cal is pronounced as the-
EVERYONE: CAL- IN CALCULUS! WE KNOW GOSHDARNIT!
DARBUS: Okay. So, let me say this whole deeper looking into this whole theatre thing. So this is where express ourselves, blah blah blah…
(The school bell rings.)
DARBUS: (irked) Was that a cell phone?
GIRL WHO IS GOING TO BE NAMED: No, that was the school bell.
DARBUS: Oh. Anyways-
(A cell phone rings.)
DARBUS: (to GIRL IS GOING TO BE NAMED) Was that the school bell?
GIRL WHO IS GOING TO BE NAMED: No. It was your imagination.
DARBUS: Okay. Well, anyways, time is of the essence blah blah blah… Hello Troy!
(TROY is once again seen with that janitor's cart in the back of the auditorium. We do not know how he got there or somewhat. Maybe it's because he has ninja skills. Well, no one took notice of TROY so they practically ignored DARBUS.)
DARBUS: Okay. Callbacks are next week and yeah. Well, let's get going! You're going to sing some notes so I can decide if you suck or not because if your friends say you do, then you would most likely go and all emotional and jump off a building. It's better that you hear it from me. (to GIRL WHO IS BE NAMED RIGHT NOW) This is Kelsi KneeElSon!
KELSI: Uh… It's Nielson.
DARBUS: Whatever. Well, she's going to be able to help you and blah. So, let's get started… SHALL WE!
(Must we really do this? Oh wait… Yeah… well…)
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: IT ENDS HERE! AKSJDF;KSDF;KLJZK;L! Oh! You people better read this! If you want to be in this story, you have put this in your review:
why you want to be in it
what color you think the sky is
what song you're going to be singing
what dance you're going to dancing
if you think Jack Sparrow died
what your name is going to be if you want to be put in it
This is all for the auditions! Okay!
TROY: Grand prize winner will receive-
OH SHIZL GZNGAHR: There is no grand prize winner. Now shut up!