Elmo Knows Chapter 7
Written by: Kawaii-babi
Edited by: That mammoth guy
Disclaimer: Don't own Baby Bop's blanket, or Jessica Simpson, or anything while I'm on that note. I do, however, own a dog. A fluffy dog. A fuzzy wuzzy cuddly lovable dog. I don't own any drugs or guns for that matter. I also do not own tickle me emo. I should have said that in chapter 1. It belongs to that girl on Video on Trial. Oh and that song from The Wizard of Oz is not mine, though the re-written version is…
Eric walked onto the crime scene with someone that Horatio didn't know. And when
Horatio Caine doesn't know someone, they must leave the crime scene, or else. Any who, it was a girl, around 5 foot 6, Blackish brown hair, amber eyes and tanned skin. Horatio was puzzled.
"Eric, who is this young lady and what is she doing at my crime scene? You got mad at Mr. Wolfe because of Ms. Sikes always being around the crime scene…" Eric was kind of pissed at Horatio, because Horatio was telling him he did something wrong. Which he was, because no people besides CSIs are supposed to be on the crime scene, because they interfere a lot.
"This, Horatio, is my lovely new girlfriend, Penelope. She is a CSI from Montreal, Canada." Horatio smiled.
"So you're from Canada, eh? You want some maple syrup, eh? EH? I got a beaver in my bag." Horatio took off his glasses, went into his pocket and pulled out a beaver. Penelope slapped Horatio, really hard.
"Why do you Americans think us Canadians always say EH? It's not funny Eric. Yeah, keep on laughing and I'll shoot my gun to where the sun don't shine…" Eric tensed up and laughed nervously, then wrapped his arm back around Penelope. Calleigh then walked in.
"Horatio, shouldn't we be questioning the victims? I mean, that evil little dude, Elmo, is obviously up to no good." Just as she said those words, Mimi woke up again.
"Where am I?" She looked over at Eric. "I had a dream, you were in it." The Latina winked at Eric, and then Roger growled like a dog that had rabies. I mean foam was coming out from all parts of his mouth. His eyes were all wide and creepy. Everyone backed away slowly.
"Umm… Meems, get the ellow blanket that we stole from Barey's friend and the syringe in the fridge that's labeled 'RABIES'." Mark yelled. Mimi nervously giggled. Mark's eyes widened.
"Oh no! You didn't!" Mimi gulped and pulled up her sleeve, revealing a new scratch.
"Oh well, there's some more in the other fridge, right Mimi?" Mimi was puzzled.
"Wait, we have ANOTHER fridge? No wonder the electricity bill is so high!" Mimi exclaimed. Mark, for no apparent reason, did a flip in mid-air. Or was it for no apparent reason?
"OH MY GOD IT'S JESSICA SIMPSON!" Mark announced, blushing, which in turn made him look like a pink pumpkin. Suddenly, everyone turned towards the door and there, in all her glory, was the totally awesomely beautiful snob… I mean ditzy blonde… I mean celebrity, JESSICA SIMPSON! Penelope was the first after Mark to react.
"Oh my god you're Jessica Simpson! You are so not my idol. Any who, I think you were smart to dump Lachey on his ugly little mooching ass. You could do so much better than him!" Jessica looked at her like she was speaking in another language or something.
"You do remember, sweetie, that Jessica Simpson is the woman who said 'Nick! This chicken of the sea tastes like tuna.' Right?" Eric whispered in Penelope's ear, just in case the all mighty Jessica was secretly an all evil tickle me Emo. Penelope then understood. Suddenly, Mark burst through the door, looking very happy.
"Yo Mark!" Roger yelled. "Why are you so happy?" Mark shot Roger with a rabies shot, then yelled.
"DING DONG THE BITCH IS DEAD. WHICH OLD BITCH? JOANNE THE BITCH. DING DONG THE HOME WRECKER BITCH IS DEAD!" The whole room burst out into laughter and applause.
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