Chapter 2 – The "invasion"

MUAHAHAHAHAH! I will take over your brain and then the WORLD! Mr. President…….you are going to destroy the universe in one…simple…… said a strange voice in David's head.

"AHEM!" David said.

Oh, terribly sorry….yes? said the voice.

"Ummm I'm not the president." David said.

Really…hmmm…..can you tell me perhaps were he may be? The voice said.

"I can tell you where he lives but you have to tell me what you are." David said.

Well…..ok. said the voice.

"You go first." David said.

ok. I am a yeeeerrrrrkkkkk, cousin of the yerks. We seek power and total world domination. We also…….hey….HEY! YOU ARENT LISTENING TO ME!NOOOOO!AHHHHH!I'M DYING!AHHHH!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! said the yeeeeerrrrrkkkkk as he died in David's ear because he was not being listened to.

"Well that solves that problem." said Ềcco.

"WHATT!" said David, now unable to hear because of the dead yeeeeerrrrrkkkkk stuck in his ear.

"Oh…..nothing." Ểcco said.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAH! I HAVE FOOLED YOU ALL!BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" said a strange voice.

"Oh great….what now." Said Kỉ.

They all looked down to see the cell phone David was using. It now had, as its background, an angry face with a mustache. And then SPELLING B popped up again.

"YAY! YOU SPELLED MUSTACHE RIGHT! GOOD JOB!" spelling b said to Kỉ.

"how…but weren't you…..and then……but big foot…….apples…….peanut butter…….GAHHH!" said an extremely confused Ểcco.

"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! As I said….YOU SHALL NEVER BE cough cough hold cough cough cough. ok… YOU SHALL NEVER BE RID OF ME!" spelling b yelled.

All of the sudden Harry Potter popped up out of no where.

"HEY! YOU! WIZARD KID! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE POINTING THAT PIECE OF WOOD! YOU COULD POKE SOMEONE'S EYES OUT!" yelled spelling b.

Harry turned and looked at spelling b with rage in his eyes. He hated being told what to do and what not to do.

"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" he said and pointed towards spelling b.

"NO! NOOOOOOOO! I hate heights!" spelling b said.

"You stupid hermaphitidte…….wands are for kids." Harry said.

"WAIT! NOOOOO! LISTEN TO MEEEEEE!" said the angry evil cell phone.

Everyone turned their attention to the evil phone….even Harry.

"Yesssss…..Yesssss pay attention to me……LISten to my soothing digitalized voice………Yesssss." said the phone.

"RINGRINGRINGRINGRING!" the cell phone well…..rang I guess you'd say.

"Hold on….. I gotta take this." He…it….whatever the cell phone is said.

(A1/n: HAHA! THE CELL PHONE'S A HERMAPHIDTIE TOO! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!)

(A2/n: Sorry bout all this……author 1 fell on her head when she was little.)

(A1/n: I DID NOT! A vase fell on my head and THEN I fell down the stairs…….I did NOT fall on my head.)

(A2/n: fine! Things happen to continually fall on her head…)

"HEY! HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!" screamed the evil phone, but when no one paid any attention to him he decided "I NEED BACK UP!" yelled the little evil phony phone.

He then dialed a number and after waiting a second a female voice said "sorry but the number you have dialed is unavailable at the moment, please hang up and dial again"

"GRR!" yelled the evil phone

He then dialed again and the same voice said "Sorry but…" "AHHHHHHHHHH" yelped evil phone and he hung up and dialed again "Sorry but the num…." chimed the voice on the phone "SHIT!" and again he dialed and again and again

"Ok…well I've got to get back to kicking Lord Voldemort's butt." Harry said.

And then……out of no where Lord MOLDIEPANTS popped up. Lord Moldiepants is a spoof of Lord Voldemort. He is Voldemort's younger brother who wishes to live up to his older brother's evil potential but fails miserably EVERY time.

"THIS LOOKS LIKE AN EVIL JOB FOR…..hero music plays Lord Moldiepants!" Moldie said.

"DO NOT CALL ME MOLDIE! NO NO NO NO!" he yelled at author 1.

(A1/n: I'll call you whatever the hell I want to call you! West….)

"NOO! NOT THAT DO NOT CALL ME THAT NAME!OH NO! That name is reserved for family only! And the only family I have left is my brother…and he…he never talks about me. He hates me.Sad music plays All I ever wanted was for my brother to love me. I always wanted him to care about me. But all HE cares about is killing that WIZARD KID! YOU! said in evil whispery raspy voice YOUUUUUUUUU!" said Moldie.

"I SAID NO MOLDIE!" he yelled.

(A1/n: to bad. My….well author one and two's story. Too bad.)

"Fine." He said.

"Umm riiiiggghhhtt……… well I just wanted to give you those flowers Kỉ and nice meeting you all….ummm yeah bye." David said.

"Hey wait, where's the door? Where's the door to get out of this stupid white room!" David said, beginning to panic.

"I AM NOT PANICKING! I'm just a little claustrophobic, that's all" David said to author 1.

(A1/n: Suuuurrrreeee you're not panicking. HA! you're funny!)

"Well anyways I would like so see some freaking hot supernatural alien hero type guy pop into this whirling vortex of random poppyness. hmph." Ềcco said.

Then (A1/n: ONCE AGAIN!) all of the not-so-sudden Clark Kent came out of no where.