Okay, we're sooooo sorry we haven't updated in a while!...WE HAVE LIVES! AND CHILDREN!...no we don't, but we can't think of a better excuse.
Disclaimer: Okay, since my frind and I are waeing eye liner, we clearly don't own pokemon. So there.
Once Harley pushed everyone out of the car, May somehow got away from the group and sat down in a corner to cry. It was a habit of hers nowadays.
I have lived far too long, but Girl Scouts has made me see the light, she thought. Unfortunately, it was only the headlights of Harley's mini van closing in on her. Camden had hijacked the car from Kelly, who had tried to behead Max using the automatic windows. May was screaming, stuck between the wall of the building and the mini van. Harley managed to wrestle Camden away from the steering wheel, but once he had the car to himself, he realized he still didn't know the break peddle from the gas. Taking a guess, he pushed down hard on the break peddle, stopping the vehicle. But his high-heeled shoes broke through the plastic. When he reached down to free his prized stilettos, his hand came down hard on the gas.
After returning from the hospital, since they found out that most of the workers had died during the famine that Camden and Harley had masterminded, they finally entered the karaoke room with May trailing behind with many broken limbs and such.
"This is my hot spot!" said Harley, running up onto the small platform and dancing around in circles.
"It's not so good for a Mosh pit really." said Julia, examining the chairs scattered all over the room. "There's too much stuff to run into."
Harley stopped belly dancing for a few seconds and started lighting chairs on fire and shooting them with the gun he had in his newly-found pockets. After a few minutes, the chairs were mostly piles of splinters on the ground. Max and Lily had almost been impaled with the wood bits and Camden was trying to floss his teeth like the pioneers had done with branches. Kelly was randomly bleeding on the floor, even though Jacquie was the one Harley had trampled.
"Okay, now that the floor is cleared, we need some color in this room!" Harley yelled, running out to the mini van and grabbing some crayons.
Max ran into the room, avoiding piles of burning wood to grab a crayon for himself.
"Excuse me Mr….um, I don't know your last name." he said to Harley
"ZOMG me neither!" Harley said, trying to force-feed Max a purple crayon.
Lily and Kelly and Caroline had Sonic characters all over the walls, while Camden was mapping out his new stock market strategies. Max was drawing some kind of porn and May was writing emo-like poetry.
Harley sat back and examined the work of the girl scouts.
"You all have gone so far with your creativity! I'm so not proud but I'll act like it anyways." he whispered to himself.
"I think I'm going to have a salad!" Mary cried trying to eat the hair off of Amy's head.
"Nooo! I'm too beautiful to be eaten!" Amy shrieked as she violently punched Jacquie in the stomach.
"AH! You loser!" Jacquie grimaced as she pounced on Amy causing the two to collide into Robin who was preaching to near by children.
Kelly and Caroline were sitting in an isolated corner while watching the pointless feud until Mary came and offered them carrots so they sprayed her in the eyes with pepper spry.
"MY EYES!" Mary whined as she pounded her fist on the ground causing drips of blood to trickle down her palm.
"No children, violence is wrong." Harley said as he finished punching his last blow to Max, who was nothing but a bloody corpse on the ground.
"You're right I'm sorry!" Julia cheered brightly.
"…But you weren't even in the fight…" Max said as he dragged himself across the floor with what remained of his arms.
"Well!" Julia scoffed as she stubbornly sat herself on the floor.
"Hey, aren't we supposed to be having a square dance or something?" May asked as she jumped down from the table.
"Oh yeah…" Lily said as she joined the others who were now in a circle.
"Alright, let's write some invitations to our friends and family!" said Robin, taking out some paper and writing a square dance invitation to Danielle, who was sitting just feet away from her.
"Sounds like a plan!" said May, grabbing some paper and writing a very hateful letter to her mother and grandmother.
It took a few hours to get their sentences making sense, but you know how it is with a few 8, 10, 6, and 25 years olds.
"Okie dokies, I'll just hang these on the billboard outside my motel room and we'll go home and get changed for the dance!" Harley said. He squealed to himself when he thought back to the outfit he was going to wear. It was "soooooooooooo cute"!
Apperently, pine cones are going to take over the world cuz my friend so. There ya have it, review please!