THE RANDOM AND SPONTANEOS RHPS!

Magenta looked upon her daughter with glee. She giggled drunkenly as Maroon rolled her eyes, which were the same color as her lank, curly red hair. Her eyes didn't match her figure. Her figure was cool and calm, her eyes wild. She tapped her feather duster against her shoulder to the tune of 'Hot Patootie' by her uncle, Eddie (who didn't actually die) She had changed the words a little to suit her sarcastic nature. "What ever happened to Saturday night? It turned into Sunday morning, with a hangover" she muttered.

The doorbell rang. Maroon snapped to attention and opened the grand door. There stood two dripping people. "You look…wet?" she said, as if not sure why. "Yeah. It happens to be raining" the black haired man said. "Obviously" muttered his girl. Maroon glared at her. It thundered. Oh…so Gob isn't just playing with his giant bowling ball again…that would explain why he is asleep in the parlor. She thought. "I suppose…you should come inside…then…"

She turned and trudged inside. "Gob. GOB! Gobbledygook! Awaken!" she hit her brother and he woke up, his frizzy blonde hair covering his equally frizzy blonde eyes. "We got guests" he stated. "Wet guests" Maroon added with a glare towards the couple. "Who are you and for goodness sake stop dripping on the Persian rugs!" The guests glared at the sixteen year old girl, but stepped onto the hardwood. "My name is Tiffany Schwartz. And this is my fiancé Charles Piccadilly. We are engaged!" the woman said excitedly. She was short, with long curly brown hair and wide eyes. The man was tall, dark haired, and shifty eyed. Maroon didn't like the look of him. The guests analyzed her as well. Tall thin, dark eyed, pale skin. Dressed in black jeans and chains. (Magenta thought the chains were a bit much, but Riff Raff over ruled.)

"RIFF!" she yelled. An older humped (disguised) blonde lank haired man (?) came down. "The master is having one of his affairs. Don't go in the bedroom." Riff drawled. "Yes father" Maroon drawled equally drawly. "We have guests. Wet guests" she added. "Oh, God" Riff murmured. "Not again."

Then, quite randomly, Magenta slid down the large wooden banister. Halfway down, however, she fell off. "Damn banister. MAROON! Stop waxing the damn banister!" she yelled from the floor. "Sorry mother. But we have guests." Magenta stood up. "What guests?" she asked. Maroon sniffed. "Wet guests." TchtchtTCHT (the comedy drum roll) sounded. "What the heck was that?" Maroon asked. Gob looked guilty. He kicked a drum set out of the screen. "Where did you get that?" Magenta asked. Gob looked sheepish. "Noooowhere." Magenta shook her head.

Tiffany coughed politely. Gob, Maroon, and Magenta spun around to face the guests. "Oh, God! Not again! I refuse to deal with this yet again!" she yelled. Maroon stared at her eternally drunk mother in utter confusion. "BRAD! JANET! You must LEAVE!" Tiffany and Charles stared at their apparently drunk hostess in utter confusion. Music started to play. Every one stared at Gob. "Don't look at me! It's the boom box!" he said, pointing to a stereo next to a coffin with a clock. "I smell a song…" said Riff. Magenta began singing the Time Warp. Riff joined. Maroon and Gob glanced at each other, shrugged, and began to sing. Tiffany and Charles began edging themselves out the doors. Bleeding Profusely, (their cat) began to howl. The entire mansion began to lift into the air. "Wahoo! Back to Transsexual!" Maroon screamed happily. Tiffany and Charles ran to a police station and told a criminologist with no neck what happened. Not that anyone believed them… THE END