Disclaimers: I don't own the Bartimaeus trilogy…blah blah blah…
Voice from the heavens: SAY THE DISCLAIMERS YOU FOOL OR I SHALL BE FORCED TO USE…UH…FORCE!
Yes ma'am! I don't own Kumbya, Old mcdonald, hobos, cheese, lollipops, caffeine pills, chickens…
Voice from the heavens: THAT'S ENOUGH!
But I thought you said to-
Voice from the heavens: SILENCE!
Yes ma'am…
Chapter 3: Caffeine Spiked…Things…
"Hello again! I'm here with some very (cough cough) important people in this world," announced Bartimaeus. "Except the hobo…I dunno who he is…"
He went on to the next topic: asking the guests why they hated John SO much (as if he didn't know!).
Well they didn't respond completely because they were…dun dun DUN!...tired…
Suddenly a butler came out with a silver platter balanced on his outstretched palm.
And on that platter there was some…chickens! E I E I O! (jk)
There were some assorted cheeses and lollipops (AN: HAHAHAHA! Sorry inside joke…)! YAY!
"Uh…Due to this (cough cough) unexpected meal, this talk show will need to run for another," Barty looked at his watch. "Two hours!"
Everyone groaned including the audience.
I mean they had to sit in those uncomfortable seats an-…Anyway!
"Which is why I spiked the cheese and lollipops with caffeine pills!"
The guests looked from their lollipop sticks to their cheese covered fingers to the empty platter in confusion…
And started randomly doing the chicken dance hyper speed while spinning in circles…
Five seconds later they dropped down in a circle. "Kumbya my lord, Kumbaya!" Nathaniel started.
The rest of the guests chimed in at random intervals WITH harmonies!
Bartimaeus was nodding his head to the beat. He got out a banjo and started strumming.
They made up some different verses as they went.
Suddenly they stopped and seemed to go into a trance.
They slowly walked back to their seats and snoring immediately filled the studio.
"We're gonna need some coffee out here!" Barty yelled.
The butler came out once more. But this time he was accompanied by seven others. The "others" mainly consisted of hobos off the street. Don't ask me why.
Another buzzer sounded.
"Time for commercials!" said the djinni watching the guests sip their coffee. "When we come back these idiots will be as wide awake as ever!" He took his own mug, "And apparently, so will I!"
I can't wait to write about Bartimaeus getting hyper! That'll be fun! REVIEW! OR MAY THE SQUIRRELS CHUCK NUKE FILLED ACORNS AT YOUR SOOOOUL!