David: Hello? Why is it so dark in here? Where's ISAS?
Patrick:...Hello...DAVID...As for ISAS, I've gotten rid of her...
David: w-where is she?
Patrick: She's up there now.
David: breaks into tears The Big Writer's Studio in the Sky?
Patrick: No stupid, there's a party in the upstairs apartment and I sent her there to get rid of her for a little while.
David: oh.
Patrick: As for this chapter, I SHALL TAKE OVER IT!
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(A/N This chappie is fully credited to Patrick the Wonder boy, so if it sucks….blame him. If it doesn't…Yay!)
ANYWAY, at the s point I, Patrick, shall INSERT MYSELF INTO THE STORY! MUAHAHAHA! (pushes a button which transports me into story)
Meanwhile….
"KARAOKE?" Naruto spat out his terrible tasting punch/ sludgewater on Sasuke, who promptly shot death glares at him. "YOU IDIOT! THIS SHIRT IS DRY CLEAN ONLY!" "Well look on the bright side," Naruto said defensively, "At least you smell like the new and improved Febreeze fresh scent." "You know," Nari said thoughtfully, joining them, "I had always wondered about your shirt. I mean, what's with the collar? Have you been biting yourself or something?"
Suddenly, the expression on the insane girl's face changed form one of amusement to one of horror. "HOLY FUDGE MONKEYS!" she shouted, (P/N that's stands for Patrick's note if you were wondering. Also, I'll have you know that I came up with "fudge monkeys") "NONEOFYOURBUSINESS! YOU'RE DRIPPING MY PRECIOUS PUNCH ALL OVER IRUKA'S NICE FLOORS! DO YOU KNOW HOW RUDE THAT IS?"
Sasuke glared at her, "First of all, it's not my fault I'm dripping your disgusting punch and second of all, didn't you call just learn that my name is Sasuke?" Nari grinned and replied, "No and no, but who cares cuz it's TIME FOR KARAOKE!"
Suddenly all the lights dimmed and a huge stage appeared in the middle of the room. I, Patrick the Great, was on it, and I shouted, "Nari my love! I hope what I have provided for you will give you the most pleasant karaoke experience ever!" Nari stared blankly and managed to get out, "you did all this…for…me?"
Little cogs in her mind began to compute. Boy + expensive presents …. 2+2…PIZZA!
"Well, let's get started!" Nari shouted enthusiastically. Five seconds of uncomfortable silence passed and no one approached the stage. After a moment of thinking, Nari yelled, "Ok! Sakura and Roger! You up first!" "Your wish is my command!" I said and with my supa cool author-type powas I made Sakura and Roger appear onstage, both looking like a mix of shock, sheer horror, and slight indigestion from my dear Nari's punch.
"What are we supposed to sing?" Sakura asked, since Roger was still about to pass out.
"Hmm…" Nari fell deep into thought…(savor it, this is one of the few miraculous times this will happen) "How about…. Funky Town?" "Funky Town?" Sakura said, sweatdropping. "Funky Town…." Nari said threateningly. "Oh, right, Funky Town!" Sakura said, faking a smile. "Yeah," Nari said, "And Roger Here can do the beeping sounds!"
And so….
Roger: boop bee bee boop boop, boop boop bee bee boop. Boop bee bee boop boop, boop boop bee bee boop…
Sakura: Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me
Roger: Boop bee bee boop boop, boop boop bee bee boop…
Sakura: gotta get a movin' let's get groovin' it's a remedy….
Meanwhile with the Mighty Authoress…
Some random person at the party said: O.O dude, who the heck is that?
Host: You mean the one with the Mohawk? Sorry bout that, she's family.
S.R.P.A.T.P: No the one next to her, the on ewho's eating five times her body mass in taco meat.
Host: Holy Fudge Monkeys! MY PRECIOUS TACO MEAT!
It was true, ISAS the psychotic author was currently shoveling down as much taco meat as she could get her neurotic hands on while throwing death glares at anyone stupid enough to approach her in her "delicate" state.
ISAS: Ya know Patrick, (munch munch, glare) I can hear you narrating from here! (snarf gobble, munch) TACO MEAT! (compulsive twitch)
Me/Patrick/Narrator: WHAT? How can you hear me while I'm in your story?
ISAS: YOU'RE IN MY SACRED STORY? RAAAAAAAAAAARGH! (throws down platter of taco meat and dashes out the door)
In ISAS's writing studio…
David: Oooh….the colors! (sitting transfixed at a lava lamp)
ISAS: (bursts in) WHERE IS HE?
David: (snaps out of it) Wuh? What happened?
ISAS: Noooo! He's hypnotized you with a tacky 1960's glowing object! (sobs)
David: I'm okay now, don't worry about me. Just get in the story and save it before it's too late!
ISAS: Yes, you're right. FOR NARNIA! (presses button transporting her into the story)
Inside the story…
Roger had just received the Nobel Prize for "Best Beeping Noises in the Song Funkytown" ever recorded by humankind when a swirling mass of smoke appeared on the stage. "Patrick!" a voice shouted from the oblivion, "You shall pay for screwing up the sacred and all-powerful fanfic!"
"Hey!" I, Patrick the Almighty, protested, "How come when I pressed the button thingy I didn't get cool special effects like that?"
"Because," ISAS answered, the smoke clearing, "I'm way awesomer than you." "Not true!" I retorted, "And awesomer isn't even a word!" "Oh yeah?" ISAS said pulling out a dictionary and writing something in it. "Never mind…" I said, "Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"I have come to end your reign of stupidity on my Fan fiction!" she yelled. "And just how will you do that?" I asked. "BY UTILIZING ONE OF YOUR MANY WEAKNESSES!" She said opening the door to reveal…
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Well, this whole thing with Patrick being out in the story is cuz he was complaining bout how he didn't get enough recognition and yadda yadda yadda. Anyways, to clear up any confusion, this chappie was written in his POV.
Patrick: ANOTHER CLIFFIE? I didn't put that in!
I did cuz I'M the one with the writing account. Anyways anyways, next time you can look forward to hearing this random quote: "OMFG! IT'S THE KAWAII PENGUIN HUG OF DOOOOOOOOOM!" C yas!
