Disclaimer: I don't own Corpse Bride… NOW STOP BUGGING ME ABOUT IT AND LET ME GET ON WITH MY TYPING!!!
It was the night after the battle and the Anti-Paparazzi Force was having a post-battle party. There was Mountain Dew, root beer, Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Cake, Sherbet Punch, veggie, meat and cheese trays galore! They played games, sang, laughed, and hyper off of Mountain Dew. Close to the end of the party, everyone decided to play Spin The Bottle.
Everybody sat in a circle, got an empty root-beer bottle and put it in the middle of the circle and started playing. Harry's Girl was the first one to spin and the bottle just so happened to land on Jack Sparrow.
"Hey Jack," she said flirtily. "The bottle landed on you so now I have to kiss you!" she giggled insanely. Jack grabbed her and leaned her back like in Gone With the Wind and kissed her.
Random was the next to spin and it landed on Harry. "Oh, Harry," Random giggled lustfully. "Pucker up!" They kissed each other and everybody went "Aawww!"
Nausicaa spun the bottle after Random and it landed on Victor V. "Oh, how convenient!" she exclaimed. "The bottle just happened to land on my animated crush… What are the odds?" Victoria looked at Nausicaa as if to say "You can kiss my husband, but don't get used to it, missy!" Nausicaa kissed Victor on the cheek and she blushed, realizing what she just did.
"And just for being so cool," Harry's Girl said. "Jack Skellington of Halloweentown, you get a triple sized kiss from me, Random, and Nausicaa." They kissed him and Sally was totally okay with it.
Playing this game went on until the party ended and Emily went on her date with the cute cashier whose name turned out to be Fiyero. (A/N: I was listening to the Wicked soundtrack right now, hence the name)
Just as everybody was about to leave, they all felt like they were forgetting something. That something just happened to be none other than… VICTOR QUARTERMAINE LYING FLAT AS A PANCAKE ON THE SIDEWALK.
People kept stopping to look at the "poor" rabbit killer, moaning and writhing in agony on the street and covered in hoof-prints. The average time looking at the insensitive rabbit killer was about two seconds, meaning that people looked at him for at least a second and went along, doing their business.
And if you were wondering about Butt-Face… Well…let's just say he escaped from a British Prison and he is now plotting another evil plan as we speak.
Whoo! It's done!
Nausicaa: We did it!
Random: This fic was sooo awesome... I'm going to miss it. (Starts to get teary, but contains herself)
Me: Don't worry... there'll be more to come! I promise!
Nausicaa: Yay!
All of you who reviewed and contributed deserve some Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream cake, Mountain Dew, gas station hot chocolate or cappuccino (your choice) and the video of the post-parody party! Happy reviewing!
-Harry's Girl 01031992