Hiya! This is Dragomew and DreamerGirl02! Yay! We are working together to do something insane! Here goes nothing! Trash Day- Weird Al Yankovic – not ours.
"What The Cheese?" Copyrighted to the freaks who own Dragomew and DreamerGirl02. Please do not use this term without permission first, and we are serious.
Green and purple were left in the tower . . . alone for three months! The three other Titans had left for Tameran due to Starfire's sudden sickness. The only way to cure it was by a certain remedy only possible to locate in Tameran.
Raven slipped into the kitchen, setting up her tea. Her nose suddenly wrinkled, as a horrid smell entered her nose…
It's rotten
So rotten here
So rotten
Oh !
Her eyes located the source. Flies buzzed around it, mold dripped from it, like water from waterfall. The trash can. She nearly fainted at the sight of moldy orange chicken, creepy looking tofu, and Starfire's attempt at an omelet. " BEAST BOY!" She yelled suddenly, having a little trouble not just going up and strangling the poor changeling.
Knowing the reason for his calling, he quickly ran to Robin's room and hid under the bed. For the longest time this had been his hiding spot when he was scared.
Raven, steaming with anger, as the pot of boiling water now left alone, began to head for Robin's room, where she knew Beast Boy tended to hide (during rare freakish occasions). Murmuring to herself about how she would us medieval torture devices to the fullest in this instance.
Beast Boy was twiddling his thumbs between a dirty sock that was pink with purple polkadots. (like the almighty winning slugbug in the game called "slugbug", how ironic.) The sock looked delicious. Yes it did. SO, being the daring person he was, he threw it out from under the bed and ran screaming towards the voice he identified as Raven's.
Beast Boy collided with Raven, knocking the two to the ground. " BEAST BOY!" Raven yelled, little anime flames popping up behind her. " Get OFF of me!" Seeing Beast Boy not move, she added, " NOW!" Raven's eyes had split into four. A perty red color. ) I mean…
Beast Boy jumped up slower than a slug who was falling from a potato plant in December. "You. Have. Got. To. Take. The. Trash. OUT!" Raven screamed going back to normal, surprisingly.
"And there was this sock, it was pink with purple polkadots (like the almighty winning slugbug in the game called "slugbug", how ironic.). It was under Robin's bed. Strange huh? I think it was Starfire's, but I don't want to know how it got there! My guess is he was rubbing her feet. Or maybe she was chewing on her toe nails in his room. Who knows. Anyhow . . . OUCH!" He cringed as Raven slapped him 'cross the face.
"SHUT THE CHEESE UP!"
"Wow, Raven. You are being very out of character today! Did you notice that, because I noticed that. And you know, even Silkie noticed that. Yes, and I think the purple and pink polkadotted (like the almighty winning slugbug in the game called "slugbug", how ironic.) sock noticed too.
" I THOUGHT I said SHUT-UP!" Raven yelled again, slapping Beast Boy, also again. " And I also said, TAKE THE FREAKIN' TRASH OUT! Oh, by the way, I did notice I was out of character." Raven was seriously out of character now. " Does it make me look fat?"
"No, not really." Beast Boy said." But it's weird seeing you smile in that crazy, freakish sort of way…And no, you didn't say take the freakin' trash out, you said," Beast Boy began to speak in a high-pitched girly voice, trying (and failing) to imitate Raven. "You. Have. Got. To. Take. The. Trash. OUT!"
Raven's eye twitched. " Well, go do that then!" Raven snapped, the flames not appearing. They were off bowling. I don't know how flames can bowl…but, I doubt you care. Or do you?
" But…I'm sure we can wait a year." Raven still glared. "Month." Still glaring. "Week. Day. Hour. Minute. Second. Millisecond. Millimilliosecond. Millimilli-" Raven slapped him again.
It was like, the last of evil trash day
My place was gettin' kinda nas-tay
Even though the garbage I knew would reek
(You know) Thought that I could leave it for one more week
Then, um, I'm takin'
Birthday cake 'n'
(Oh) Chili and greasy old bacon
Throw it all on top of the mess I been makin'
Wife's so mad, she starts to shakin'
Leaky bag, 'n' not a girl thats baggin'
She's naggin'
"I need you to get that stuff off the kitchen floor"
"Is that too much to ask you for?"
But I see no reason why
Can't let a few more weeks go by
And now garbage is piled high
And buddy, you should see the flies
I said ...
Beast Boy turned in to a fly and put on some little fly "shades" (sunglasses, for those of you incompetent people who are too dense to figure out that shades means sunglasses). " . . . ." (A.N.- cant be recorded here because we do not speak fly)
Turning back into a human Beast Boy said, "Whew! There is something rotten here!"
"Say what?" Raven replied not understand what he said.
"You better hold your nose! IT IS BAD!" he spoke.
"Hey you disgusting slime, you had better take the trash out or I will pull your throat out from under your . . . empty head, and eat it in front of you while you die! Hahahaha!" Raven laughed evilly like the wicked witch of the west.
" but…no ones thrown up yet…" Beast Boy said, sweatdropping. " it's not bad until someone…ew." Silkie had just walked into the room. Upon smelling or seeing the trash, we don't know which, both would do this to the poor little dude, Silkie barfed. On Beast Boy's shoe. Raven grinned.
" The good always triumph! Now, REMOVE IT FROM THE VICINITY! OR ELSE!"
" NO! And, and….OR ELSE WHAT?"
" THIS!" Raven cackled, pulling the emergency switch. Red lights flared, the alarm blared, and nothing happened. " Erm…THIS!" Raven pulled it again. Nothing happened. " Um…I'll just torture you the old fashioned way. WITH CAN OPENERS!"
" Wow, you seriously ARE out of character."
"Well, at least it doesn't make me look fat."
"But it is really creepy to see you smile in that crazy-"
" Can openers…" Beast Boy gulped at these words.
"Oh Em Gee! It's growing!" Indeed he was correct. The moldy orange chicken was in fact growing. But it wasn't growing ordinary mold, no, no, it was growing, PINK FLOWER MOLD! (Meaning it sprouts pink flowers) ((Once again for those of you incompetents who are too stupid to figure it out. You guys are our best friends and we love you. We are not, in fact, calling you stupid. No, no, we are calling you smarter than us. Which in fact, is not saying much. But that is ok! We will live! But you wont, therefore we mourn. . . Mourning is over and now it is night.))
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose, oh (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Hey, you disgusting slime, you better take the trash out)
Oh, boy there's a lot in here (a lot)
And every day it grows (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you better take the trash out)
Make ya wanna throw up
Look at all this garbage I keep generatin'
(Come on) I sit around all day and watch it biodegradin'
Bet there's a hundred health codes that I'm violatin'
Even my dog passed out and needed resuscitatin'
" Oh, by the way Raven, will you clip my toenails?"
" WHAT THE CHEESE DID YOU JUST SAY?"
" I said, Oh, by the way Raven, will you-"
" I heard that, stupid!" As the two argued, the pink flower mold continued to grow, taking over Ravens pot of steaming stew mentioned a long long long long…(long long long long long long- I'll stop there. Having toooooo much fun. ( hehe) time ago. The pot cried out in alarm, a shrill whistle. Or was the water merely ready? Who knew, who knew… the poor pot.
" BY THE POWER OF CHEESE INVESTED IN ME, THAT MOLDY ORANGE CHICKEN IS EATING MY TEA!" Raven cried out, watching with fascinated horror.
"Technically, the pink flowers on the orange moldy chicken is DRINKING, not eating, your tea. And technically, that isn't tea yet, in fact, but just boiling water." Raven rolled her eyes and slapped him yet again.
"You know, I am beginning to loose all feeling in my face! Yay!" Beast Boy shouted with absolute happiness. "Joy! Joy! Joy, Joyjoyjoyjoyjoy!" (See "Angry White Boy Polka for tune. Once again for you incoherent idiots. Whatever incoherent means.)
Raven's head fell. "I am going to bed. I cannot handle this anymore. OH EM GEE! IS THAT COCKROACH WEARING SLIPPERS?"
Turning British, again, Beast Boy said, "Indeed, Love, it 'tis. And do you also desire a pair of cockroach slippers from the cockroach slipper store? (Located in South Floppy Blah land) ((See story at end of story for Floppy Blah land)) (((Which is located in the county of beans))) (((( Where the writers live))))"
" Boy, you sure like parentheses. OH EM GEE, THAT'S SPELLED Q-R-S-T-U-V!" Raven yelled, as the mold formed those very words upon the stove. Actually, not really. The words on the stove said, 'Take us to your master', but that's okay. It doesn't really matter. Since moldy orange chicken doesn't know what it's saying anyway.
" No, I just have a brain. Unlike me." Beast Boy said, un-british. Again.
" What? Besides, you having a brain is TOTALLY impossible. That's like orange chicken with pink flower mold growing all over our kitchen and slowly enveloping our bodies. Wait one second…" Raven looked down at her body, now covered in mold. Beast Boy screamed. Perfectly calm, Raven added, " I change my mind. That's as likely as me screaming 'OH EM GEE! THAT'S SPELLED Q-R-S-T-U-V!' Oh wait, nevermind…hm…"
"RAVEN! I'M DROWNING IN MY OWN MOLDY CHICKEN! Wait, it can't be mine. I don't eat meat."
You won't believe it, take a whiff of that aroma
Sure to put you in a coma
It's so messy, can't find my toenail clippers
It so bad the roaches wearin' slippers
Warm, sweaty clothes piled up in this joint
Stand up by themselves at this point
It's so filthy, now baby, I can't lie
I wipe my feet before I go outside
As the mold slowly died down, Beast boy and Raven were free from their moldy prisons. "Rae," slap "Ouch! I mean, Raven, come here."
"What now you idiot?" she insulted. Though deep, deep, DEEP, DEEP, down inside it hurt her. For she secretly loved him.
"Besides the fact that I am secretly in love with you, which would no longer be a secret considering I just told you, there for it is no longer hidden deep within me therefore it is no longer a secret. There is something in there. It is dead. I wonder what it is," rang an excited Beast Boy.
The phone rang, "Hello?" Raven answered as she picked up the receiver.
"Hey Rae," she reached through the phone and slapped the voice on the other end, " I mean Raven." Spoke a quivering Robin.
"What do you want?" she asked monotonously, for the first time today!
"I want to admit my love to Starfire! But you aren't Starfire. Where is Starfire?" he asked.
"Isn't she with . . ." she was interrupted by a cheery voice ringing through the tower.
"Hello friends! How are you all doing this lovely day?" Starfire asked picking some mold off of Beast Boy and eating it. BB cringed and ran quickly to the bathroom.
" Uh, Starfire? That's mold…" Raven continued, in her monotonous voice.
" EEP! MY WORST NIGHTMARE!" Star yelled, blasting the mold to smithereens, and coating everything in it. Raven growled to herself.
" DISGUSTING SLIME, GET BACK HERE AND TAKE THE TRASH OUT!" Raven yelled, tempted to go grab the little green dude and drag him back by the skin of his teeth. Starfire 'eeped'. The mold was angry now. It had formed little pink, flowery rats.
" My, those rats are big." Robin commented, from the phone still.
" How do YOU know about the rats? You can't see through the phone!"
" Um…good point. Lucky guess? " Silence on Raven's end. " Yoohoo?" The mold had devoured the phone viciously, flowers glinting evilly, a maniacal laugh echoing from their petals daintily.
(Due to anger and boredom of DreamerGirl02 who is inevitably going to write the next portion, it may not be very happy. Therefore characters of Teen Titans could face horrible and unexpected deaths. Though they wont be very unexpected considering I just told you about them.)
I wonder what crawled in (here) ---Changed and died
(You know) Walkin' 'round barefoot, I'd be terrified
But it gives me stuff to talk about with my friends
Like, "Hey, I think them rats gettin' big!"
Oh
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose, oh (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Oh, look what we got in here (now what?)
Let's watch it decompose (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you better take the trash out)
Raven pulled the phone out of the pink rat's mouth and pulled Robin out of it. Like a bunny out of a hat, only a Robin out of a phone! Then, somehow, Raven had Captain Barbossa's gun. She carelessly shot Robin in the heart and he did not die. "Why wont you die?" Screamed Raven.
With scholar like glasses Starfire spoke while holding a magnifying glass and a rather large book, "Because he is bound by true Love! And nothing can break true love! I LOVE YOU ROBIN MY HONEY BUNCH!" Robin then gathered his chickens and pie's and ran for it. "Come back my love!" And that was the end of Starfire and Robin. Now, back to Beast Boy and Raven.
"What about Cyborg?" Beast Boy asked.
"Uh," answered DreamerGirl02. She grabbed Barbossa's gun from Raven, then Cyborg magically appeared, "BANG! Is that better?" she asked holding a dead Cyborg and a empty gun.
Beast Boy began to roll on the ground laughing. "YES FINALLY! NOW THERE IS NOT COMPETION FOR RAVEN! SHE IS ALL MINE!" Raven hurled at the site of dead Cyborg.
Make ya wanna throw up
With a little bit a , and a little bit a
Make me wanna throw up
It makes ya wanna , just makes ya wanna
Oh
Some Lysol, some Comet
I got a bucket thats got your name on it
(What?) I'm just kiddin', doggone it
(Oh) Unless you gonna do it
Careful not to breathe the fumes
Check it, garbage piles are goin' all the way to the bathroom
Turn into toxic waste sometime this afternoon
Better get a Hazmat suit and a push broom
Oh
" Raven, you're not holding your nose!" Beast Boy realized, with sudden horror. He lunged for Raven, pinching her nose shut, while trying not to breathe through his own nostrils. Raven twitched angrily, grabbing Beast Boy and attempting to strangle him.
" No, bad Rae!" Dragomew stated, clicking her tongue. And dodging a slap from Raven's extra, third hand. Which was lying in a chimney, somewhere…she kept it in case she wanted to strangle Beast boy and multi-task, a fine idea. Dragomew snapped her fingers, and Raven found herself hugging Beast Boy instead of trying to kill him.
" Yay." Beast Boy stated happily. Raven held her nose, glancing uneasily at Beast Boy. And so, the story ends. The trash flourished, devouring Cyborgs dead body happily. Beast Boy and Raven turned into slugs, and lived happily ever after. Until someone squished them. But, oh well. So goes the story of two random French fries from Mars.
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose, oh (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Oh, it's gone to pot in here (to pot)
Bring out the firehose (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you better take the trash out)
Fin. This next bit is a little ballad of a little bean. Written by DreamerGirl02. Thank you for reading. Have a lovely pie.
you dont remember me
and california is cool
anyway, here is the story of a little bean.
Once upon a pie, there was a little bean. He was no ordinary bean. No no, he was a fried
bannana sandwich bean.! Yes. Ok.
So, in the land of floppy blah, he ate a monkey. The monkey tasted like chicken, as everything so often does. But he didnt realize that he truely ate his grandmother bob.
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Bob was not a banana sandwich though, so that means that the little bean wasn't acompletely a banana sandwich bean, he was half monkey chicken monkey and thats why all the other little banana sandwich beans made fun of him. Little bean didn't like that...
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The setting sun rose high in the cheese and blew up. Oops, no more light, oh well. For now we shall do with the burnt out light bulb of a star. Anyway, the bean of fartting lefthandedness died. But that wasnt the bean we are speaking of. that was just some random fact that has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with anything. And then you died. But that is ok, because even though you died, you are still reading this, and i have a splitting head eache, but that is ok.
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The bean sat and sat, and sat, even though most beans havent a buttox to sit on.
eventually, after he had grown a very long and greenish beard of moldy pureness, he realized that he had to get revenge other little beans that teased him when he was a small bean. that when he got up. gasp DUN dun DUN! "I am the dead living monkey of pie! ANd you shall all face my happy wrath of never ending saddness and joy! The doom shall fall during happy hour at applebees! HAHAHAHHAHAAHA!