WHYYYYYYYY HELOOOOOOOO THEEEEEEEERE! That's right, I finally came back to this story, and want to quickly upload the second part so then I can get started on my next big story back on Splatoon.
Enjoy the second part of this parody! :D
*day 2 on the Owl Express...*
The same group of Express Owls are back on the train after getting through a rough day with the train's Conductor. Hopefully they thought that this time it wouldn't be too out of control like yesterday was.
The Conductor walked to the center of the room, where everyone stood there, waiting patiently.
"Right, let's take roll here." Conductor said. He gout out a clipboard (which was held together by some tape), and began to read off some names of the owls.
"Jehr-mee-myeehr-ah."
"Here." Jeremiah called out as he raised his hand.
"You are present." Conductor mumbled as he scribbled down some information on the paper, preferably noting that they are here.
"Balakay?" Conductor called out as he looked over at the group.
"Uh, here." Blake said as he slightly raised his hand.
"Uh-huh." Conductor nodded as he wrote more scribbles down. A couple seconds pass by.
"Doh-meen-ack." Conductor said.
"Here." Dominic responded.
"Good." Conductor chuckled, and he scribbled some more on the paper.
"Jos-hoo-yah?" He later on said. Another express owl, named Joshua, just raised his hand.
"Thank you." Conductor said, a wide smile on his face as the attendance was working out well.
Aaron had an awkward smile on his face as he raised his hand, but it was just to ask a quick question.
"Mister Conductor?" He chuckled. Conductor just scoffs as he puts the clipboard to the side, looking at the other owl.
"What is it, Ay-Ay-Ron?" Conductor asked.
"Some of us need to leave a few minutes early today." Aaron admitted. Conductor has his mouth agape, looking at Aaron with amusement.
"Oh? Oh, is that so?" Conductor assumed.
"Mm hmm." Aaron replied. Conductor slowly approached Aaron, leaning down a bit to make eye contact with him (even though Conductor's eyes cannot really been seen).
"And wha', pray tell... is the reason... for this premature exodus?" Conductor questioned, crossing his arms.
"Uh, passport photos," Aaron said, as Conductor tilted his head. But then Aaron quickly continued by saying "We have to leave 15 minutes early today to meet up with the rest of Dead Bird Studio to also match our interests by clubs."
Conductor just chuckled, as Aaron raised an eyebrow, unsure why he'd just laugh at that.
"Okay, okay, you know what?" Conductor sighed, "That might work with oth'r movie directors, but I made me movies for many years, and earned tons of success and awards for doin' so."
Conductor walked back to the center to look at all the owls.
"Now, yer owls..." He chuckled, "Wanna leave me train early so yer can meet up with a club."
Everyone shared a confused reaction as they looked at each other awkwardly. Conductor stomps his right foot then, which got everyone's attention.
"Ain't none of yer experienced enough to go to de pecking club!" He yelled. Everyone, once again, was silent.
"Oi, ridiculous..." Conductor groaned as he paced around, making sure to grab the clipboard.
"Sir Conductor?" Aaron asked as he raises his hand again.
"GAAAAAAAH, DIRTY PECK NECK!" Conductor screeched as he breaks the clipboard in half again, ignoring the tape. He quickly approached Aaron again, and got right in his face.
"Did I st-t-t-t-t-t-tutter?" Conductor asked, a little frustration in his voice.
"Just then... yes." Aaron confessed. Conductor growled as he didn't like how Aaron was acting right now.
"Imma throw yer... out the pecking window!" Conductor threatened as he points at one of the windows of the train. But before things could possibly get ugly, Jeremiah raised his hand to get everyone's attention.
"What, Jehr-mee-myeehr-ah?" Conductor snapped.
"Mr. Conductor, he's telling the truth," Jeremiah said, "There's a new regulation in Dead Bird Studio to match clubs. Clubs for our special interests when we get done with the movie making.
"Okay, I see. Yer wanna play." Conductor teased, and then starts dancing around while showing a fake smile. Everyone just stayed confused, but also a little offended by the Conductor's current behavior.
"Yer wanna play. Yeah, okay. We gonna play little games." Conductor continued, slowly gaining a serious tone back. Then he stopped his dancing, and clenches his fists.
"Fine. I'll play. I'm more than happy to play some games with yer owls." He growled. Then he points at the group shortly after his teasing is done.
"Any owl dat is in going into a club... stand the peck up." He commanded. And four owls stood up upon the command: Jeremiah, Blake, Dominic, and Aaron.
"Ooh yah. Oh ya, there it is, there it is. The usual suspects." Conductor groaned. Then he took his eyes on Jeremiah.
"What the peck club are yer joinin' in, Jehr-mee-myeehr-ah?" Conductor asked.
"Um, Future Leaders of Dead Bird Studio, or FLODBS for short." Jeremiah said. Conductor looked down for a second, before growling as he looks back at the Express Owl.
"Okay, okay... how would you know... if yer gonna be a leader... in the future?" Conductor questioned. Jeremiah stays silent.
"Is there a stargate? In yer bedroom? Can yer affect time with a Time Piece, Jehr-mee-myeehr-ah?" Conductor threatened.
"No." Jeremiah admitted.
"Then sit the peck down!" Conductor demanded. Jeremiah immediately sat down after that. Conductor made his way to his next person: Blake.
"Balakay, here's the thing. I don' know why I'm about to ask yer dis," Conductor admitted, "Balakay... wha' club are yer joinin' in?"
"I'm gonna be a part of the Scottish Club." Blake replied.
"Scot-" Conductor stammered, before slamming his hand on a desk.
"Yer about as Scottish as that other peck neck, DJ GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVES! With yer pecking studious skills fer these clubs!" Conductor shouted. Blake was offended, but also confused. So he immediately sat down with most of the other Express Owls.
Conductor then looked at Dominic.
"How about yer, Doh-meen-ack?" Conductor questioned.
"I'm gonna be in the Chess Club." Dominic confessed. Conductor tilted his head to one side, still keeping his arms crossed, but he wasn't buying it at all.
"Uh, sorry, lad, but, uh... yer are... not in the Chest Club." Conductor said. Dominic had his hands on his hips, feeling offended by that statement.
"The Crow Bite Club, maybe." Conductor continued.
"Ugh, hurtful." Dominic groaned as he sat back down.
"Truthful." Conductor corrected as he holds his pointer finger out. Then he looks to the left of the room and saw there was one standing owl left: Aaron.
"Ha ha ha, there he is. Ay-Ay-Ron." Conductor chuckled as he approaches the other owl.
"Heeeeyyyy..." Aaron greeted awkwardly.
"What cluuuuub... are yer joining in?" Conductor questioned.
"I'm the new president of the Glee Club." Aaron boasted, but then he mumbles: "Why did I talk?"
"THE GLEE CLUB?!" Conductor screeched, getting furious from what he heard.
"GYAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Conductor sprinted over to the desk and knocked down everything that was on it, which ended up startling everyone.
Conductor stomped back over to Aaron. The movie director wasn't happy one bit.
"Like they gon' 'ave a club! Dedicated to a TV SHOW!" Conductor screamed. Aaron cringes a bit as Conductor yelled at him. And Conductor quickly points to the door as the train came to a halted stop.
"Take yer ugly mug back to where the lassie is RIGHT NOW, before I bust a CLUUUUUUUUUUB up in yer beak!" He demanded.
"O-Okay...!" Aaron yelped, as he walked over to the door.
"GET OUTTA HERE WITH YA!" Conductor screeched as he saw Aaron make no progress.
"I-I'm going! I-I'm gonna go!" Aaron cried as he sped up, then leaves the train without a word.
Conductor then closes the door, and walks back to the staring owls.
"Mischievous and deceitful! Chicanerous... and deplorable." Conductor ranted. Suddenly, an alarm can be heard which signaled someone calling.
"Hey, everyone! Hat Kid here! I have DJ Grooves here with me for him to announce something important!" Hat Kid's voice can be heard over the intercom. A few seconds pass by until another voice comes in.
"Alright, darling," DJ Grooves's voice is now heard, "Everyone applying to be in Dead Bird Studio meet back here for some club surveys."
"Fake announcement." Conductor said bluntly. Everyone stared at him, which made Conductor's anger get a little more high.
"Now..." Conductor growled, "Does any Express Owl in 'ere have a VALID reason for leaving this train, and headin' back to Dead Bird Studio?"
One owl raised his hand.
"Teem-oath-eeee." Conductor pointed at the owl who raised his hand.
"I have to go pick up my daughter." He replied.
"Yer excused." Conductor said with a nod.
A/N: Alrighty, that's all now. I will meet you all back in the Splatoon section if ya wanna check me out there!
Have a good day, and I will see you all next time! ;)