We have a great lineup of games in this chapter, as well as a brand new set of four performers, all suggested by you, the readers. In fact, this story in general has a ton of fun quirks you will likely never see anywhere else.
I mea, you have a singer-turned-racecar driver playing improv with a cat. How much more random can it get from here?
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The camera moved across the studio for the establishing shot and made sure to catch the four people sitting in the chairs onstage. The four people were: a woman with an afro and a futuristic suit, an orange cat with black stripes, a fairy-like girl with long white hair, and a young bald man with a yellow suit and cape.
"Good evening, everybody. And welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway?. On tonight's show:
"A little love never hurt no one. Kate Alen from F-Zero!"
The woman with the afro smiled.
"He hates Mondays. Garfield!"
The cat rolled his eyes.
"One hell of a forest protector. Aisling from The Secret of Kells!"
The spirit girl giggled.
"Why does this show love baldies so much? Saitama from One Punch Man!"
The bald man stared at the camera.
"And I'm your host, Hades. Come on down, let's have some fun!"
The audience cheered as Hades walked down the steps and sat down at the desk.
"Hello, and welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway?," Hades said. "It's the show where everything's made up and the points don't matter. That's right, the points are just like the dislike button on YouTube comments."
Everyone laughed.
"For those of you who haven't watched before, the key thing to keep in mind is that everything you're about to see tonight is from right off the top of our performers' heads, based on suggestions given to us by the audience, and what's on these little cards in my hands." Hades held up a stack of cards. "I have not seen the contents of these cards, and neither have the performers. After each game, I'll give out arbitrary points, they don't matter at all, because I'll just pick a random winner at the end. And that guy shouldn't feel special whatsoever."
"Is it bad that I hope I lose?" Garfield asked.
"Heck, join the club," Kate told him.
Aisling shrugged. "If the points don't matter, why worry about it? I just want to have some fun."
"I just don't care," Saitama said nonchalantly.
"Good, because you'll need that attitude," Hades added.
Saitama nodded his head in a "probably" kind of way.
"Anyway, let's get the ball rolling with a game called 'Daytime Talk Show'. This is for all four of you."
The performers stood up.
"Since this is the first time we're doing this one, here's a thorough explanation," Hades told the audience. "One person, in this case Garfield, is going to be the host of a Jerry Springer-like talk show. Two more performers will be the guests appearing on said show, that's Kate and Saitama for this run. The fourth performer, or Aisling in this case, will portray a member of the audience. Do you guys get it?"
All four performers nodded as they took their spots: Garfield next to the desk, Kate and Saitama on stools on the stage, and Aisling in the audience.
"We still need a topic," Hades announced. "We can't have these guys talking about nothing, now can we? So what I need now from the audience is a topic. Specifically, this one is gonna be a fairy tale. Any fairy tales we can do?"
The audience began shouting out names for several different fairy tales. They ranged from "Thumbelina", to "The Princess and the Pea", to ""Goldilocks and the Three Bears".
Hades raised his head. "Goldilocks? We can do that one. Alright, your talk show is about 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Garfield, start when you're ready."
(Daytime Talk Show!)
"Hello, and welcome to 'Untold Stories Behind the Children's Stories'," Garfield said. "I'm Cat Fiddle. Today, we've got a very bizarre case of home-invasion. What was a little girl doing all alone in the forest? How much porridge did she eat? Are the consequences for everyone involved too big, too small, or just right? Let's find out."
He turned to face the two "guests". "You, ma'am. Tell me what connection you might have to this case."
Kate held her head up high. "My name is Cheryl Locks. Goldie's my precious daughter."
"Okay, and how has your daughter been doing since the incident?"
"What do you think?" Kate asked. "If you stumbled upon a house in the middle of the woods that just so happened to be the home of a family of bears, would you easily get over it? My angel was traumatized, sir. She still gets nightmares over what happened, and she refuses to leave homme now. She thinks those bears are gonna get revenge."
"Revenge?"
"Absolutely. I don't condone her going into a stranger's house without permission, but she's a child! Their curiosity is difficult to fight at times. Besides, she didn't leave any lasting damage. So why does that warrant the bears wanting payback?"
Garfield nodded. "When you look at it that way, it makes sense." He looked at Saitama. "Sir, can you tell us who you are and your own affiliation with this case?"
"My name is Brad E. Bear," Saitama said. "My family and friends all call me 'Papa Bear'. And it was my family's house that the little girl broke into."
"I see," said Garfield. "Mr. Bear, describe how your own family has dealt with the incident."
Saitama gave a derisive laugh. "I can tell you exactly what happened after the incident. If this lady next to me thinks her daughter has had it rough, she should look at my family. My little cub has not gotten over it. He went hungry that day because she ate his porridge, we had to buy a new chair for him, and he refused to sleep in his own bed until he begged us to wash the sheets."
Kate looked at him. "A little extreme, don't you think?"
"You should've thought of that before you let your child go roaming around the woods on her own," Saitama told her. "And didn't you ever tell her not to go into people's homes, eat their porridge, break their chairs, and sleep in their beds?"
"So you're saying this is my fault that she happened to stumble upon the home of a family of bears? She's a child, you fool."
"A child who clearly doesn't know a thing about stranger danger. Just a case of bad parenting."
Kate gasped. "Well, Mr. Bear, I have some tips for you. Why wasn't there a sign warning travelers that bears lived in a certain house? You could have easily put one up. Or better yet, if you were so concerned about break-ins, why didn't you lock your door before you and your family went out?"
Silence. Absolutely nobody had anything to say to that.
Garfield shook his head absentmindedly. "Okay, I think we should go ahead and answer questions from our audience." He faced the crowd. "Anybody got a question?"
From her chosen spot, Aisling raised her hand.
"Yes, you. The spirit fairy child."
Aisling stood up. "Yeah, I have a question. How is it that the bear over there can talk?"
Saitama shrugged. "Fairy tale magic?"
"Cool. Also, how the heck are they able to build a normal-looking house? And I don't think bears eat porridge, do they? Do these bears follow the law of nature at all?"
"It's fairy tales," Garfield told her. "Anything is possible."
"Guess that's why the host is a talking cat."
Kate and Garfield found it difficult to suppress their laughter, while Saitama just stared at Aisling. "You should talk. You're a fairy. Probably the least realistic out of everyone."
Now Aisling, Kate, and Garfield were cracking up. All three had committed the cardinal sin of improv: they had broken character. But who could blame them?
Garfield wiped a tear from his eye and struggled to speak. "That's all the time we have for today. Tune in tomorrow for our next segment, 'Rapunzel: How She Managed to Grow Her Hair'."
(BUZZZZ!)
The audience cheered, and everyone returned to their seats. Garfield, Kate, and Aisling were still fighting the giggles.
"This game got GARFIELD of all people to crack," Hades said. "I'm impressed. 5,000 points apiece. Saitama for keeping it together, Aisling for asking the ironic questions, Kate for questioning why the bears didn't lock the door, and Garfield because I can."
Kate finally managed to stop laughing. "I figured Aisling was being ironic. Talking animals must be common where she comes from."
"Among other things," the fairy responded.
"Also, how the heck did Saitama not crack like the rest of us?" Garfield asked. "It takes a lot to get to me, but is he even capable of laughing."
Saitama shrugged. "Don't misunderstand. I have a sense of humor. It's just that I don't use it often."
"Maybe tonight will get you to loosen up a little," Hades said.
"Doubt it, but you can try."
Hades smirked. "Oh, we'll try. Anyway, let's move on. Our next game is for Kate, Garfield, and Saitama. Before I explain the game, what I need from the audience is a random name."
"Darrell!" someone shouted.
"Okay, I like that one. Darrell."
But people were still shouting names.
"Susan!"
"Claire!"
"Rodney!"
Hades looked at the audience. "Hey, I already picked. Stop shouting. It's Darlrel."
The audience finally seemed to get it, and Hades smiled. "Now what I need is a random hobby."
A few suggestions were thrown out, until one guy said, "Ice sculpting."
"That works. ''Darrell' and 'ice sculpting'. Anyway, the game itself is called 'Funeral'."
Garfield laughed. "This is going to end SO well."
"Indeed," Hades said. "In this game, one person serves as leader of a funeral service. Today, that's Garfield. The other two, Kate and Saitama in this case, are the chief mourners. The funeral you guys are acting out is for Darrell, who died in a freak ice sculpting accident. Garfield will lead the funeral, Kate and Saitama will provide fond memories they have of the deceased. And at the end, all three will sing a tribute song about Darrel."
Kate smiled. "Easy enough."
"It is," Hades said. "Except you three must do that tribute song all in ONE voice."
Saitama groaned. "Somebody kill me now."
"You mean we have to sing in unison?" Kate asked.
"We're screwed," Garfield complained.
Hades laughed. "Hey, I didn't make up the rules. Blame the people from the U.K. who decided to build the whole franchise."
"Yeah, thanks a lot jerks," Garfield said to the camera.
"You can get all the revenge you want after this," the Greek god said. "Start whenever you guys are ready."
(Funeral!)
Garfield faced Kate and Saitama. "We have all gathered here today to honor the life of our dearly departed Darrell."
Kate began "crying" in a tissue, while Saitama put a comforting arm around her.
"Of course, we all know how he met his untimely end," the cat continued. "He was carving a beautiful ice sculpture of a random man holding a sword. It was meant to be a present for somebody. All of a sudden, one of the supports gave way, causing the sculpture to fall towards Darrell. And the sword? The sword came right towards him and…"
Garfield began "crying" as well. "I'm sorry, it's just too sad to think about now. I think what we need now is some remembrances of our friend."
He looked at Kate. "Melissa, you were Darrel's wife. You must feel this loss more than anyone here."
Kate nodded. "I remember the first day we met. He had just entered an ice sculpting competition, and I was one of the judges. His so-called 'masterpiece'? All he did was use a chainsaw and draw a smiley face into a block of ice. It was a lazy effort, and we all knew it. But he still won, because everyone else's ice sculptures melted. That is what happens when you don't provide good air conditioning.
"The sculpture that killed him? It was meant to be an anniversary present for me. Yes, it wouldn't have lasted forever. It's ice, after all. But you know, *sob* it's the thought that counts."
"Well said, Melissa," Garfield said. He turned to Saitama. "And Jimmy, Darrell's mentor. You taught him everything he knew about ice sculpting, correct?"
"That's correct."
"Would you like to share any remembrances of him?"
Saitama nodded. "Ever since he was a kid, he had wanted to be an ice sculptor. That's why he snuck out of his house one night, found where I lived, and sat outside my door for three weeks straight until I caved in and decided to make him my protégé. He never disappointed me, even when he just made that smiley face. In truth, he was always mediocre at best, but at least he tried."
The cat wiped a "tear" from his eye. "Indeed, eyewitnesses claim the sculpture that killed him had the strangest face in the world. Its eyes were where the nose should've been."
"It was rather creepy," Kate admitted.
"Even so, I think Darrell would like it if all sang a song in tribute to him. Melissa, Jimmy, would you mind joining me?"
The two shook their heads, and all three joined arms to sing.
…
Kate, Garfield, and Saitama: Ohhhhh, Darrell.
How we loved you so.
You were gone too soon.
Very tragic, we know.
(The song sounds disjointed due to everyone trying to match the others' lyrics.)
Why did you make that sculpture?
Why did you make that sword?
Now our hearts are frozen.
And we're bobbing corks.
Kate: What? We're corks?
Audience: *laughs*
…
(BUZZZZ!)
The performers returned to their seats. "That was about the most random ending you guys could've come up with," Hades told them.
"You try coming up with lyrics on the spot," Garfield said.
"One of you is a world-renowned singer," Hades retorted. "That was no excuse."
"Sorry we're not as talented in music as Kate here."
Kate laughed.
"Well, it definitely would have earned you all some points, but that was unfortunately a non-scoring round," Hades said.
"How is that fair?" Saitama asked.
"Because the points don't matter, and because I said so. So don't worry about it, chrome dome."
Aisling smiled. "So there are bald jokes in THIS version too."
"You must know the show well," Hades said. "Alright, we're gonna go to a commercial. We'll be back with more Whose Line Is It Anyway? right after this. Don't go away!"
(Commercial…)
"Are you bored with where you live?" an announcer asked. "Wish there were other places to call home? Well, what if I told you those places could be found under the sea? How about renting a home in the beautiful city of Bikini Bottom?! Here, you will find a plethora of new places to explore, from the world-famous Krusty Krab restaurant to the gorgeous Goo Lagoon. Best part is, anything can be considered a home. Even a pineapple. So next time you're ready to move, consider moving to Bikini Bottom. We'll see you there.
*Highly recommended for all life forms that require oxygen to bring their own ample supply. Not recommended for robots.*
(Back to the show…)
Once the commercials ended, the show came back on, and the audience cheered.
"Welcome back to Whose Line Is It Anyway?," Hades said. "The show where everything's made up and the points don't matter. Hey, during the break, we all played Truth or Dare, and now I'll never look at Saitama the same way again."
Saitama shrugged.
"Let's go onto a game that was only ever played once in real life, 'What Are You Trying to Say?'. This is for Kate and Aisling, so if you ladies could come forward?"
Kate and Aisling stood up.
"The object of this game is pretty straightforward. Two people, the ladies here, are gonna act out a scene. The catch is they are both easily offended by everything the other person says. That's really all there is to it. Here's the scene: Kate has brought in her F-Zero racecar, the Super Piranha, for repairs to the mechanic, Aisling. Start when you're ready."
(What Are You Trying to Say?!)
(Author's Note: This will be done in play format.)
(Aisling is underneath the Super Piranha, searching for any problems under the car. Kate walks in.)
Kate: How are things coming along?
Aisling: Progress is definitely being made, though it's a little trickier than I thought. I've never seen an engine like yours.
Kate: Well how long will it take?
Aisling: Not sure yet.
Kate: Well, can you please hurry up and get everything fixed?
(Aisling stops and rolls out from under the car.)
Aisling: What are you trying to say?
(She stands up.)
Kate: Pardon?
Aisling: Are you saying I'm too slow? Are you trying to tell me that I'm a slow mechanic? That I'm an inefficient mechanic? Kate Alen, are you saying that I couldn't figure out the issues with this engine even if it was just the engine for a 1967 Chevy Impala and not the futuristic motor for a high tech racecar?
Kate: No, I'm just saying I have to do a race in one week.
Aisling: Oh, sorry. Don't worry, the engine will be good as new by then.
Kate: Thank you.
Aisling: I'm actually surprised a famous singer would also want to become an F-Zero racer.
(Kate raises an eyebrow.)
Kate: What are you implying? Are you saying I made the wrong choice? That some pop singer is a fool for deciding to risk her life pursuing a career she found much more enjoyable? Or are you saying that someone like me is too much of a princess to want to get down and dirty? I'm not some weak woman who would prefer standing safely on a stage. Surely, you can understand my desire for just a little danger, can you?
Aisling: Miss, I'm a mechanic. I know how you feel.
Kate: Right.
Aisling: So, one issue with the engine is that a few-
Kate: (Interrupts her) Actually, I'm curious. How did one as young as you become a mechanic?
(Aisling's jaw drops.)
Aisling: What are you saying? That I'm too young to be a mechanic? That I'm just playing pretend like other kids do? What you're seeing is the real deal. I'm not some child who suddenly was handed a wrench, directed to a car, and told to straighten the wheels. And I'm definitely not faking your car repairs.
Kate: On the contrary, I think you're an awesome mechanic, young or old.
Aisling: Oh, thank you. But yeah, your car SHOULD be up and running by your next race.
Kate: Excellent. That's all I need.
Aisling: And for what it's worth, I wish you good luck in the race.
(Kate looks at her, offended.)
Kate: What are you telling me, huh? Are you saying I need luck in the race? Are you saying I can't beat the other racers through my own skills? Are you saying I need luck to beat Captain Falcon? Are you saying that, just because he's the face of F-Zero and has won so many races that everyone else has lost count, and he can punch people into fireballs, that I have absolutely no shot at beating him? Is that what you're trying to say?
(Aisling looks at her.)
Aisling: Yes, actually. That sums it up.
(BUZZ! BUZZZZ!)
Hades was laughing. "Epic burn!" As the girls returned to their seats, the sound from the audience was an indication that they agreed.
"That was awesome," Hades said. "10,000 points to Aisling for that awesome burn at the end."
Aisling giggled.
"I really should be mad at her, but I'm not for some reason," Kate admitted. "It's improv. Everyone's gonna be insulted sooner or later."
"True," said the fairy. "That's why I expected someone to call me a child even though I've been around for centuries."
"Still not as old as me," Hades said with a smug look on his face.
"Does this mean we can call you an old man?" Aisling asked.
Garfield laughed. "Nice."
Hades wasn't amused. "Gee, thanks. Anyway, let's keep it going. The next game is called 'Narrate', otherwise known as 'Film Noir'. Call it whichever one you want, but we're calling it 'Narrate'. This is for Garfield and Saitama."
Garfield and Saitama stood up.
"How this game works is that two performers, or Garfield and Saitama in this case, are going to perform a scene for you in the style of a film noir movie. If you don't know what film noir is, it's basically meant to be dark and almost sinister, like a melodrama. And basically everyone has the potential to be a narrator and move the plot forward. That's what you guys are gonna do. Several times during the scene, you're gonna break the fourth wall and narrate the situation to the audience, in what's called an aside. Speaking of which, what I need now from the audience is an unlikely place for a film noir scene."
"Toy store!"
"Zoo!"
"Italian restaurant!"
Garfield smiled. "There's already so much I can do with that one."
Hades laughed. "We can do that one. So, this is 'Narrate', in an Italian restaurant. Whenever you're ready, go ahead."
(Narrate!)
(Author's Note: It's recommended that you read this next part while listening to "Private Investigator", music composed by Graham de Wilde. It's what they used whenever they played this in the American version.)
(An Italian restaurant. Daytime. Garfield moves forward.)
Garfield: (aside) The smell of parmesan cheese and tomato sauce wafted over me as I entered. I had spent the past five years looking for a certain man, and I just knew my search was about to come to an end.
(He walks back and faces Saitama, who works at the restaurant.)
Garfield: Hello. Table for one, please.
(Saitama nods.)
Saitama: (aside) It didn't take long to figure out who he was, nor did it take long to find out what he wanted. So I decided the least I could do was disappoint him gently.
(He turns back to Garfield.)
Saitama: I'm sorry, I'm afraid the man who makes the legendary Perfect Lasagna no longer works here.
(Garfield nods, then faces the audience again.)
Garfield: (aside) The maître d' had figured out my intention. Yes, he was right. A man purported to work here was renowned for making the Perfect Lasagna, with the right amount of cheese, the most delicious tomato sauce, and cooked to perfection. I was disappointed, but undaunted. So I came up with a clever way to get the whereabouts of the man out of him.
(He walks back and faces Saitama again.)
Garfield: (pulls out a gun) You have five seconds to tell me where the Lasagna Man is before I blow your brains out!
Saitama: No need to take such drastic measures, sir.
Garfield: Where is he? Tell me?
(Saitama smiled and faced the audience.)
Saitama: (aside) In truth, I knew he was all talk. Especially once I noticed the gun. The safety was still on.
(He faces Garfield again. He snatches the "gun" out of the cat's hands.)
Garfield: Fine, take it. I never loaded it anyway.
Saitama: Good. But I still cannot help you in your quest, sir.
(Garfield groans, then faces the audience.)
Garfield: (aside) I was close to giving up at that point. Then I noticed a small red stain on the man's apron. And the smell on him. It was of parmesan cheese and the most heavenly tomato sauce in the world.
(He faces Saitama again.)
Garfield: Liar! You were the man all along!
Saitama: Dang it! I knew my smell would give me away.
(He faces the audience.)
Saitama: (aside) Alright, I'll admit it. I am the only one in the world who knows how to make the Perfect Lasagna. I first worked at this restaurant as a chef, but after so many people ordering the lasagna, I couldn't breathe for a second. So I asked to be the maître d' instead.
(He goes back and looks at Garfield.)
Saitama: Okay, you sniffed me out. So I assume you want the recipe?
Garfield: What do you think?
Saitama: Why should I give it to you?
Garfield: I'll pay you $20,000.
Saitama: Deal. Let's go over to where I've hidden it.
(They walk over to the piano. Saitama then effortlessly lifts the piano up over his head. Garfield is stunned. He walks to where the "recipe" is and picks it up. Then he faces the audience.)
Garfield: (aside) He could've just told me to crawl under that thing.
(Saitama gently puts the piano down.)
(BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!)
The audience was going ballistic over Saitama lifting the piano. He and Garfield returned to their seats.
Hades was beside himself with shock. He couldn't stop laughing, just like Kate and Aisling.
"That was awesome," Hades said in between laughs. "That was just awesome. 1,000,000 points to Saitama."
Garfield gasped. "What am I? Chopped liver?"
"Yes," Hades replied. "You know, Saitama, I had actually been hoping you would do something like that all episode."
The superhero shrugged. "It was either the piano or the stage."
"Doesn't matter, that was excellent."
"Meh. No big deal, really."
"Does nothing get to you?"
"Only missing sales at the grocery store. And other bald people. I mean, I worked hard for this look, and I get angry when I see other people with the same look."
Crickets.
"Okay then," Hades said. "On that note, we'll be right back with more Whose Line?, find out who the winner is. Don't go away!"
(Commercial…)
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(Back to the show…)
Kate, Hades, Aisling, and Saitama were all standing onstage, while Garfield was now at the desk.
"Welcome back to Whose Line Is It Anyway?," Hades announced. "Tonight's winner, Garfield!"
The cat waved at the audience.
"So he gets to relax while I actually join the other three in a game called 'Irish Drinking Song'," Hades continued. "In this game, four performers, that's us, will sing a song that typically sounds like what you would sing if you're drunk in Ireland. We're each going to sing one line at a time, ABCB rhyme scheme, going down the line, and repeat to create an eight-line stanza. Then we do it again, but the second person in line starts the next stanza, and so on, until we've sung four stanzas. We even have a fun little tune to sing in between stanzas, which I've already taught these guys during the commercial break."
Everyone cheered.
"Now, the topic of the song will be something provided by the audience. SO what I need from the audience now is something simple, like a type of food. Since this is the first IDS of the show, I want us to start off small. So type of food, please."
"Chocolate!"
"Beef!"
"Fruit!"
Hades nodded. "We can do fruit. This is the Fruit 'Irish Drinking Song', so take it away."
(Irish Drinking Song!)
Theme: Fruit
(The music starts, and the performers get ready.)
All: Ohhh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Kate: There is a certain type of food.
Hades: Which we know and love.
Aisling: Fruit is what we're talking about.
Saitama: It makes me want to hug.
Kate: Fruit is essential.
Hades: One of the four main groups.
Aisling: Supplies you with vitamins.
Saitama: But don't put it in soup!
All: Oh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Hades: But some fruits are dangerous.
Aisling: Though not normally.
Saitama: Just when you eat them somewhere.
Kate: We know it, finally.
Hades: Don't eat the pomegranate.
Aisling: Or you'll surely die.
Saitama: Don't eat it in the Underworld.
Kate: Or you'll be stuck with this guy! (She points to Hades.)
All: Oh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Aisling: Fruit's all over the place.
Saitama: All over the world.
Kate: Except in Antarctica.
Hades: Makes me scream like a girl.
Aisling: Never underestimate
Saitama: The power of fruit.
Kate: That stuff really packs a punch.
Hades: Because… (He can't think of a good rhyme in time.) S***!
Aisling: (cracks up)
Kate, Hades, and Saitama: Oh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Saitama: So many fruits to choose from.
Kate: Apples and bananas.
Hades: It's a cornucopia.
Aisling: To go on a bandana.
Saitama: You know that we're not kidding.
Kate: Asking us would be rude.
Hades: Just take our word for it.
Aisling: We didn't mess up like this dude! (She points to Hades.)
All (though Hades is unamused): Oh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di!
Oh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-diiii-deeee-diiiii-deeee-diiiiiiiiiiii!
(The music finishes with a flourish.)
(BUZZZZ!)
Hades shook his head. "Of course, I'm the one that messed up. Just great."
He looked at the camera. "Anyway, to end our show, we're gonna have Saitama read the credits. And he's gonna read them while lifting the other three up until he is carrying all three. Thanks for watching, good night!"
Saitama began reading the displayed credits in his usual, bored voice, while lifting up the other three one by one. First, he gets Aisling to sit on his shoulder. Then he picked up Garfield and had him sit on the other shoulder, all while accidentally scratching Saitama in the process. Finally, he hoisted up Kate in his arms. With all four in this position, Kate waved at the camera as the program shut off.
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See what I mean? Random.
I think this turned out to be a pretty fun episode/chapter. To sum it up: Goldilocks' mother got into an argument with Papa Bear, ice sculpting is dangerous, mechanics are easily offended, the Perfect Lasagna exists out there somewhere, and kids should eat their fruit. And don't worry, Hades. Even the guys on the real show have managed to mess up in even worse ways than you did, so you're perfectly normal.
My favorite moment was writing the entire sequence of "Narrate. I knew right away that I would have Garfield and Saitama do this one, as their general don't-care attitude would easily complement each other. Besides, I needed an excuse to show Saitama's strength. Lift a piano? Why not?
Big thanks to PrincessGumballWatterson777, Sinclair Chu, 1602jaw, and Happiness studios for suggesting that I use Kate Alen, Garfield, Aisling, and Saitama (respectively). It was really fun, sometimes a challenge, trying to find a way to make this combo work, but I'm sure it did in the end.
Also, a huge thanks to kathmanw19. He (or she, I have no idea) provided all the ideas for what games to do in this chapter, though the audience suggestions, topics and plots of said games still belong to me. However, I do hope I don't have to rely on one person's game suggestions the entire time. Hopefully, as this story familiarizes you with the various games, I'll be able to have more and more options. Also, sometimes I'll still use a game or topic that only I came up with, mostly because I can't resist. And occasionally, there will even be something straight from the original show, again because I can't resist.
The performers for each episode, however, are easier to suggest. You guys should know the rules by now, but here's one I didn't bring up last time: any character may appear in this story an indefinite amount of times, but never twice in a row.
Lastly, let me know what you think of the commercials. I figured, since the real show outright says when they go to commercial, I might as well incorporate that into this story. Let me know what you think, if you like them, or what else I can do.
That about covers it. I have no idea yet what games or characters I'll have for next time, so let me know who you want to see, what games you want them to act out, or even ideas for topics or scenes for said games.
So remember to read and review, fave and follow, send in ideas (characters, games, topics for games, scenes for games, etc.), and check out my other stories as well.
With that, I will see you again soon. TheMasterKat out!