A/N: Okay, the following chapter might be screwed up in many ways for the following reasons: 1: I was very tired, so there will be lots of typos. 2: the site we usually use to get the script is down, so we had to use a video on Youtube somebody took with their phone that wasn't so great, and it was hard to tell what was said. Blah, excuses, excuses, excuses. Okay, so watch Twilight High School Musical and The Twilight Puppet Pals Saga. Yeah, what else did I want to say? Um yeah. So read now, and enjoy.

Bella: Since when do vampires like baseball?

Edward: Well, it's the American past time and ah there's a thunderstorm coming, it's the only time we can play, you'll see why.

(WATERFALL)

(JEEP)

(ROSALIE/EMMETT HAND BASEBALL BAT THING)

Bella: Hi.

Esme: Glad you're here, we need an umpire.

Brooke: and you're vampires!

Emmett: She thinks we cheat.

Esme: Oh, I know you cheat.

Esme: Call 'em as you see 'em Bella.

Bella: Okay.

(awesome song, supermassive black hole. Brooke's fave song of the week)

(quick shots of baseball field, etc.)

(Emmett does weird kick/punch thing)

Laura: NINJA EMMETT!

(lightning)

Alice: It's time.

Laura: Duh nu nu...

Brooke: And we're here watching vampire baseball on this lovely, rainy afternoon.

(crowd cheers)

Brooke: Rosalie's up to bat.

Laura: Here's the windup and the pitch…

Brooke: Don't forget the weird leg thing Alice doe. It must be some good luck charm. Hmm. I'll ponder that later.

Laura: *snorts* "ponder"

(BOOM!)

Brooke: Ohh, that look's like a tough hit. It'll be hard for any human to catch that. But they have Edward! Da da da!

Bella;' Okay now I see why you need thunder.

Brooke: Whi-zhoom!

Laura: God, you're a freak. Who says "Whi-zhoom"?

Brooke: I do. You don't. Duh, you're a loosah!

Laura: *snorts*

Laura: Carlisle and Rosalie race around the bases, so fast I can barely see them. The ball goes flying into the trees. It's doesn't look like we'll be getting it back anytime soon…

Bella: That's gotta be a home run, right?

Esme: Edward's very fast.

Laura: WE all knew that, didn't we?

(crowd cheers louder)

Brooke: Ch-yeah.

Laura: Stop making up words. I feel so old-fashioned.

(Jasper does flippy thing with bat.)

Brooke: Edward races through the forest, grabs the ball, throws to Esme—

Bella: You're out.

(Rosalie and Bella had glaring competition)

Laura: Ooh, Bella's getting the death glare. I'm SO scared.

Brooke: HEY! Death glare is my phrase. Do you want me to punch you?

Laura: umm... not particularly. And then you'd be stuck with Sarah and Ali all by yourself.

Brooke: You say that like it's a bad thing.

Laura: *death glare*

Emmett: Out! WOO!

Laura: He's so supportive of his own wife.

Brooke: I'll say.

Laura: And I'll say that's stupid.

Brooke: That's what sports people say. I'm trying to be authentic.

Laura: Not succeeding.

Brooke: -death glare-

Emmett: Babe, c'mon, it's just a game.

Laura: Still, nice Emmett.

Brooke: Ohh he called me babe.

Carlisle: Nice kitty.

Brooke: I'll say!

Laura: AHHH!

Brooke: And the pitch—Carlisle hits it

Laura: You have to admit, he's a pretty cool dad. I mean, MY dad would never play baseball with me like in a million years. But my family doesn't like baseball.

Brooke: I'll say! Wait a minute. I only mean that for the pretty cool dad part.

Laura: Who cares?

Brooke: And the jump…

Laura: And the smack…

Brooke: OMEE! Edward and Emmett crashed into each other for a catch!

Laura: But neither of them caught it…

Brooke: What a shame, what a shame.

(everybody go awwww, and BOOOs!)

Laura: Carlisle slides home!

Brooke: Yay!

(eddie and emmie fall from the sky)

Laura: It's raining men, hallelujah; it's raining men, AMEN!

Brooke: You're SO off key.

Edward: What are you doing?

(jasper does flippy thing with bat part dos)

Laura: Here's the leg,

Brooke: And then the pitch!

(jasper hits it)

(Emmett climbs up tree, and catches ball, throws it back)

Laura: NINJA EMMETT!

Rosalie: My monkey man.

Laura: What's with this family and monkeys? First spider monkey, now this?

Brooke: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MONKEYS!

Laura: Jeez, you sound like Ali.

Alice: Stop!

(awesome and evil guitar riff)

(Laurent, Victoria and James stroll into the clearing evilly)

(Cullens gather zoomily)

Alice: They were leaving, then they heard us.

Brooke: Looks like the games over, folks.

Edward: Let's go.

Laura: Too late.

Carlisle: Too late.

Edward: Get your hair down.

Brooke: Like, no way, it cost WAY too much time and money to buy this hair!

Rosalie: Like that'll help, I could smell her across the field.

Edward: I shouldn't have brought you here. I'm so sorry.

Laura: What?

Bella: What?

Edward: Just keep quiet and stand behind me.

Brooke: pushy.

Laura: (shoves Brooke) Who's pushy? He's not pushy!

Brooke: Whi-zhoom!

Laurent: I believe this belongs to you.

Carlisle: Thank you

Brooke: Now go away.

Laura: He's always so polite.

Laurent: I'm Laurent.

Brooke: Like Laura, ending with the British pronunciation of "aunt".

Laurent: This is Victoria, and this is James.

Brooke: My prized possession.

Laura: Stalker.

Carlisle: I'm Carlisle, and this is my family.

Laura: We are family, I got all my siblings with me!

Brooke: Again, way off key.

Laura: -snarls-

Brooke: Oh no you didn'tttttttt.

Laurent: Hello.

Laura: What up?

Carlisle: We're afraid your hunting activities have caused something of a mess for us.

Laura: He's so polite.

Brooke: He's Carlisle.

Laura: You point?

Brooke: -rolls eyes-

Laurent: Our apologies. We didn't realize the territory had been claimed.

Carlisle: Yeah, well. We maintain a permanent residence near by.

Laurent: Really?

Laura: yes, really

(James cocks head)

Laurent: Well, we won't be a problem anymore. We were just passing through.

Brooke: Sure you were.

Laura: I believe him.

Brooke: How can you believe the bad guy?

Laura: Because I'm the bad guy MWAHAHAHAHA!

Brooke: Le gasp!

Victoria: The humans were tracking us, but we lead them east. –whispers- You should be safe.

Laura: SHE SPEAKS!

Brooke: And, apparently, that's her power (look on Wikipedia if you don't believe me).

Carlisle: Excellent.

Laurent: So. Could you use three more players?

Brooke and Laura: NO!

Laurent: Oh come on. Just one game.

Carlisle: Sure. Why not? A few of us were leaving, you could take their place. We'll bat first.

Laura, Brooke, and Victoria: I'm the one with the wicked curve ball.

Laura: She is wicked.

Brooke: MY DIBS!

Brooke: And we're the ones who don't really care. I mean, it's not very hard to recognize you.

Jasper: Oh well I think we can handle that.

Laura and Brooke: HE SPEAKS!

Laura: He sounds like he's from Texas.

Brooke: He is from Texas.

Laura: -yells- OH YEAH!

Laurent: OH!

(staring contest between Edward and Bella and James)

Laura: I'm gonna win!

(wind blows)

(James does weird head inhaley thingy)

Laura, Brooke, and James: Ah; you brought a snack.

Laura: Not my candy bar (watch Twilight parody on youtube)

Brooke: Yum1 popcorn. –takes some of Laura's-

Laura: What part of "my snack" do you not understand

Brooke: The my part.

(crouching)

(growling)

James: Is that a human?

Laura: No, you idiot, it's a werewolf.

Brooke: Say a frog, that's cooler.

Laura: Werewolf!

Brooke: Frog!

Laura: Werewolf!

Brooke: Frog!

Laura: Werewolf!

Brooke: Frog!

Laura: Werewolf!

Brooke: Frog!

Laura: Werewolf!

Brooke: Frog!

Laura: Werewolf!

Brooke: Frog!

Laura: Werewolf!

Brooke: Hermione! (potter puppet pals reference)

Carlisle: The girl's with us.

Laura: She has a name.

Carlisle: Now get back if you wan to leave.

Laurent: I can see the game is over.

Laura: It hadn't even started.

Laurent: We go now.

(more growling)

Laurent: James.

(awesome and evil-sounding guitar riff)

(James hisses)