A/N: You'll notice that parts of the rest of the chapters remain in script format. This is not because I'm lazy (well, that's part of it... but that's beside the point), this is because I think it's less confusing for everyone. Hope you don't mind.

Himizu was hopping around like a rabbit on sugar. "Okay people, we are now going to start! Places please!" Nobody moved. -.-# "I said PLACES PLEASE!" Everyone scrambled into position. "Thank you. ACTION!"

The Random Narrator Dude stood off to one side. "As dramatic music plays in the background, two figures… rode… through…"

"They're not riding anything. They're… galloping…" Himizu pointed out. Maybe he was illiterate… she'd have to interview her narrators more carefully.

"I know… I was reading my script…" the Random Narrator Dude told her.

"NANI!" Himizu yelped, seizing the script. She saw many changes made in pink permanent marker. "Ugh, pink, pink bad, pink like flamingo, flamingo bad, flamingo pink, flamingo eat shrimp, shrimp pink, shrimp bad, shrimp made flamingo pink… It definitely wasn't me who made changes to this thing. I hate pink."

Everyone fell over.

"Never would've guessed!" Ryouko yelled.

"I know. I'm so good at hiding my emotions. Now…" Himizu printed off a new script for Random Narrator Dude. "If I ever find out who messed up his script, he or she will pay…" She cracked her knuckles and glared menacingly at everyone.

The Random Narrator Dude coughed nervously, but continued. "Anyway… The two figures galloped through the mist while one of them banged the two halves of a coconut together."

"Put a lime in your coke, you nut!" Saru sang.

"SARU!" Himizu screamed.

"Sorry… couldn't resist," Saru said innocently. Himizu glared. -.-#

The Random Narrator Dude coughed again. "Yes, well… The second figure banged the two halves of the coconuts together… clop, clop, clop…"

King Koenma: Whoa there!

Random Narrator Dude: The clopping stops.

Soldier Chuu: (Drunk) Hic! Halt! Who goes there?

King Koenma: It is I, King Koenma, son of King Enma, from the castle of Reiki, King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England!

Soldier Chuu: Pull the (hic) other one!

King Koenma: I am... and this is my trusty servant George. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.

Soldier Chuu: Hic! What? Ridden on a horse?

King Koenma: Yes.

Soldier Chuu: You're (hic) using coconuts!

King Koenma: What!

Soldier Chuu: You've (hic) got two empty halves of coconuts an' yer (hic) bangin' 'em together!

King Koenma: So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Merciai, through…

Soldier Chuu: Hic! Where'd you get the (hic) coconuts?

King Koenma: -.-# We found them.

Soldier Chuu: Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical!

King Koenma: What the heck do you mean?

Soldier Chuu: Well, this (hic) is a temperate zone.

King Koenma: The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land? Drunk idiot…

Soldier Chuu: Are you (hic) suggesting coconuts (hic) migrate?

King Koenma: Not at all. They could be carried.

Soldier Chuu: What? A (hic) swallow carryin' a (hic) coconut?

King Koenma: It could grip it by the husk!

Soldier Chuu: It's not a (hic) question of where he (hic) grips it! It's a simple question of (hic) weight ratios! A five-ounce bird could not (hic) carry a one-pound coconut.

King Koenma: Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?

Soldier Chuu: Listen, in order to maintain (hic) air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its (hic) wings forty-three times every second, right?

King Koenma: Please!

Soldier Chuu: Am I right?

King Koenma: -.-# I'm not interested! I don't care! Shut up!

Soldier Rinku: It could be carried by an African swallow!

Soldier Chuu: Oh, yeah, (hic) an African swallow maybe, but not a (hic) European swallow. That's my point.

Soldier Rinku: Oh, yeah, I agree with that.

King Koenma: Will you ask your damn master if he wants to join my court at Camelot!

Soldier Chuu: But then of course (hic) African swallows are non-migratory.

Soldier Rinku: Oh yeah.

Soldier Chuu: So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway.

King Koenma: I give up! Come, George!

Random Narrator Dude: And they ride off… clop, clop, clop…

Soldier Rinku: Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together?

Soldier Chuu: No, (hic) they'd have to have it on a (hic) line.

Soldier Rinku: Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! Or a yo-yo string!

Soldier Chuu: Hic! What, held under the dorsal guiding (hic) feathers?

Soldier Rinku: Well, why not?

"CUT!" Himizu yelled. "Damn, I cast well. Great job you two. But Chuu… You really need to lay off the sake. If you're drunk during the witch scene, I swear to heaven and hell that I will hunt you down and all the powers in seven hells won't be able to save you when I catch you… so save yourself a lot of pain and abstain for a couple hours."

Chuu gulped. "Ok, shelia."

Himizu's eyebrow twitched. "My name isn't Shelia, damnit!" she yelled.

Ryouko slapped her forehead. "She's still doing it!"

"Doing what?" Saru asked.

"The shelia thing. She knows what it means, but she keeps acting like he thinks that's her name. Eventually she's going to use it as an excuse to beat him up." Ryouko shook her head, but secretly wondered if Himizu would be kind enough to share the fun.

"Poor him… Oh well. Where are the rest of those cookies?" Saru was very concerned, as you can tell.

"Next scene people! Places! Action!" Himizu called.

The Random Narrator Dude cleared his throat. "In the slums of England, a cart master walks through the filth collecting the bodies of those that have died from starvation and plague and typhoid and malaria and chicken pox and the flu and the common cold and…"

"CUT!" Himizu yelped. "What in the name of Mountain Dew are you doing!"

The Random Narrator Dude shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry… got carried away…"

"-.-# See that it doesn't happen again, or you'll be back to being a server and run around for hours for no reason without getting paid," Himizu snarled.

"I'm still not getting paid," the Random Narrator Dude reminded her.

"But you're not running around anymore, are you?" Himizu reminded him.

"Good point…"

"Well?"

"Shutting up now…"

Cart Master Kido: Bring out your dead! (clangs a gong) Bring out your dead! (clang) Bring out your dead! (clang) Bring out your dead! (clang) Bring out your dead!

(A nearby demon pretending to be one of the poor people coughs)

(Cart Master Kido clangs his gong again)

(The demon coughs again and dies)

Cart Master Kido: Bring out your dead! (clang) Bring out your dead! (clang) Bring out your dead! Nine pence. (clang) Bring out your dead! (clang) Bring out your dead! (clang) Bring out... (Gets attacked by a rabid raccoon) ...your dead… Help… (Raccoon runs off to terrorize other demons until Ryouko throws it out a window) (clang) Bring out your dead!

Yusuke: Here's one.

Cart Master Kido: Nine pence.

Kuwabara: I'm not dead!

Cart Master Kido: What?

Yusuke: Nothing. Here's your nine pence.

Kuwabara: I'm not dead!

Cart Master Kido: 'Ere. He says he's not dead!

Yusuke: Yes, he is. Don't listen to that retarded fool.

Kuwabara: I'm not retarded or dead!

Cart Master Kido: He isn't?

Yusuke: Well, he's definitely retarded. He will be dead soon. He's very ill.

Kuwabara: I'm getting better!

Yusuke: No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment.

Cart Master Kido: Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.

Kuwabara: I don't want to go on the cart! T.T

Yusuke: Oh, don't be such a baby.

Cart Master Kido: I can't take him.

Kuwabara I feel fine!

Yusuke: -.-# Well, do us a favor.

Cart Master Kido: I can't.

Yusuke: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long.

Cart Master Kido: No, I've got to go to the Robinson's. They've lost nine today.

Yusuke: Well, when's your next round?

Cart Master Kido: Thursday.

Kuwabara: I think I'll go for a walk.

Yusuke: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?

Kuwabara: (singing) I feel happy. I feel happy.

Cart Master Kido: -.- (Hits Kuwabara on the head with a giant mallet)

(Kuwabara dies)

Yusuke: Ah, thanks very much.

Cart Master Kido: Not at all. See you on Thursday.

Yusuke: Right. All right.

(King Koenma and George gallop by, still banging the coconuts)

Yusuke: Who's that, then?

Cart Master Kido: I dunno. Must be a king.

Yusuke: Why? He looks more like an idiot to me…

Cart Master Kido: He hasn't got shit all over him.

Himizu noticed that Koenma was about to explode. An evil grin fluttered onto her face. "CUT! Koenma, I give you permission." She, Ryouko, and Saru quickly slipped on earmuffs.

"YUSUKE!" Koenma screamed. Yusuke was slammed into the wall by the force of Koenma's shout. Then the studio blew up.

"-.-() Damn you all," Himizu snarled.

"Guess that means we need more money…" Ryouko said, suddenly looking more evil than usual.

"Great! I'll fetch the crowbars, the weapons, and the knockout gas!" cried Saru, running off. The Cast started in horror.

"YAY!" cried Ryouko.

"Sweet," said Himizu, grinning in a fashion resembling the Cheshire Cat.

"I wanna knock out the first old lady!" Saru screamed, running back in carrying all the aforementioned items. The Cast sweatdropped.

"Take a break chaps! Be back as soon as we get enough money to build a new studio! Ta ta!" Himizu and her cohorts ran off to wreak havoc.

A/N: Just to let you know, I do not go out with my friends armed with weapons to rob innocent old ladies… I only rob the guilty ones. Just kidding. I don't kill or injure people for money… I'd rather embezzle. No, bad criminal side! No more cookies! Bad criminal tendencies! Heh heh… Yeah. update soon… Read and Review! Ja ne!