A/N: Here she is, CHAPTER TWO!
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The Wacky Adventures of Toaster and Co. Chapter 2!
Toaster and Co. walked through the front door and did their best not to collapse. Black eyes, cuts, bruises, bloody noses, split lips, headaches, you name it. Freddy turned to Toaster, holding a raw steak over his black eye.
"You are never driving again." He growled, lightly poking her arm with a claw. Toaster frowned and pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Aw come on!" She whined. "I only hit six trees this time!" The seven guys exchanged looks and rolled their eyes. Toaster was not only inexperienced, she also drove like a madwoman. How the cops hadn't gotten to her yet, they didn't know.
If Jason could talk, he would have said: "This calls for a flashback." There was a loud sound of:
FLASH! BACK! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
Everyone looked around confused.
"Since when did we have sound effects?" Freddy wondered aloud. Toaster shrugged.
"Maybe because they sound cool."
The flashback began right where we left off, with Toaster running over the mailbox.
"Oh crap!" Toaster said, slamming her fist against the dashboard. Freddy shook his head.
"You've run that thing over so many times it's going to need therapy." He mumbled, earning a glare from Toaster.
Toaster floored it and sped down the street only to hit a teenager. She stopped and shouted out the window.
"Sorry! Tell the doctor to send the hospital bill to Ima Fakeperson." She shouted, before speeding off again.
"Pan, your driving like a maniac!" Chucky said from the backseat, holding onto his car seat for dear life. Toaster shook her head.
"Oh Chucky, speed limits are only a suggestion. Like pants!"
"Cool!" The sound of Leatherface unzipping his pants was heard. Toaster stopped the car and turned around.
"You keep those pantson, Mister!" She commanded.
Leatherface pouted and zipped his pants up. "Aw…"
There was some bumps and high-pitched squeaks. Michael looked out the window and wrote on his slate.
"You just ran over some squirrels!"
Toaster rolled her eyes. "Says the guy who ate a DOG in his first movie." She retorted, steering past an old tree stump. Michael huffed, erased his message and wrote.
"So sue me! I was hungry!"
Toaster winced as she ran over some saplings. "Ouch. Mother Nature must be rolling in her grave."
"SEE? This is why kids shouldn't drive!" Freddy said, holding onto his hat. Toaster just scoffed.
"At least I don't drive twenty five miles over the speed limit! I only drive ten over the limit, you crazy fathead."
Freddy slapped himself on the forehead. She was so dense sometimes, the little snot.
"Gee, I feel so loved." He mumbled. Pinhead pointed at the road ahead of them.
"Old person!" He yelled. Toaster swerved to the side to narrowly miss the elderly woman crossing the street.
"TREES!" Leatherface screamed. Toaster hit one of them and the van went spinning.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!" The passengers screamed and held on for dear life. Toaster got the van going straight again, only to hear Freddy point and shout.
"Marilyn Manson!"
Much to everyone's surprise, she floored it and ran him over. There was a long silence, save for Toaster's loudmaniacal laughter.
"…What just happened?" Pinhead asked, glancing at Jason. Jason held up his slate.
"She's scared of Marilyn Manson." It read. Creeper made everyone jump when he yelled.
"Toaster! Your brother!"
"EEK!" Toaster shrieked, swerving the van to avoid hitting her brother. (Whom she lovesvery very very very very very very very much!)
Her brother shook his fist and yelled after her. "I know where you live!"
By the time they had the reached the 711, they were beaten up. The van wasn't in very good shape either…
END! OF! FLASH! BACK! WHOOOOOSH!
Toaster stood there tapping her foot (size 7 just so you know!) on the floor. "So…what's your point?"
Leatherface shook his head.
"Does ANYthing get through her head?" He whispered to Freddy who shook his head.
"Obviously not."
They would've kept talking, but the Slurpees were melting.
Once Toaster finished hers, she stuck out her tongue.
"Ith mah tug bloo?" She asked. No one understood her so she borrowed Jason's slate. "Is my tongue blue?" She wrote. Everyone nodded. Chucky stuck out his tongue. It was green. Michael lifted his mask just to stick out his own tongue. Purple. Everyone blinked at him.
"So…what now?" Chucky asked, sitting back. No one said anything. Toaster piped up.
"Say! Why don't we go to the wharf and slug some rats?"
The boys just stared at her, not getting the joke. She shrugged.
"My dad makes that joke, okay? Um, I know! Let's go to the beach and club seagulls!"
"We did that yesterday." Freddy answered, polishing his claws on his sweater. Toaster blew some hair out of her eyes.
"Okay, how about seeing how many crayons I can fit up my nose?"
"Thirty seven. We did that last week." Michael wrote on his slate. Toaster sighed.
"Okay, fine. Then let's dig a tunnel to the center of the moon!"
Everyone just groaned. This wasn't the first time she suggested that. She watched FAR too many Flash cartoons. Everyone exchanged glances to see who would explain it too herthis time. All eyes fell on Pinhead, who sighed.
"For the last time Toaster, you can't dig a tunnel to the center of the moon." Pinhead said, rubbing his temples.
"YES I CAN!" Toaster shrieked. "It will be a special tunnel and it will go straight to the center of the moon!"
Before this lovely argument could continue, a brick came flying through the window. This brick decided it would be fun to shlonk Freddy in the head. Freddy clutched his head and swore to high heaven. Toaster shoved a bar of soap in his mouth (which he spat out when she wasn't looking) and looked at the brick.
"Well, burn my house and steal my car! There's an invite on this thing!" She said. Some of the guys crowded around her to get a better look. "We've been invited to a costume party."
There was a long silence before Leatherface spoke.
"Why does a costume party have to do with the story?" He wondered aloud. Jason scribbled onto his slate.
"It's a plothole, dummy."
"What should we do about costumes?" Chucky asked.
"Mike can sew them for us of we need him." Toaster said, "And ya know what? Let's just switch and we can go as each other! Whose with me?"
Everyone raised their hands except Freddy.
"Okay, I'll switch with Jason, Michael will switch with Creeper, Pinhead will switch with Freddy, and Chucky and Leather can switch." Toaster said, writing it down.
Freddy chuckled. "Jason has to go as a girl…" Toaster kicked him in the shin.
"Shaddap." She said, rolled out the sewing machine. She pulled up a chair. "Mikey? Will you do the honors?"
Michael cracked his knuckles and sat down.
LATER
Toaster put on her hockey mask and helped Jason with his pigtail wig. She looked over at the other guys. Pinhead was looking at the borrowed glove on his hand with disgust and Freddy was sticking pins into his head.
"Are you guys all ready?" She asked.
Michael straightened his long jacket and nodded yes. Leatherface was grumbling in his cute little overalls and striped shirt.
"Okay then let's go!" She said, grabbing the keys off the hook. They tromped out to the car. Michael reached over and plucked the keys from Toaster's hand.
"Hey!" She protested.
"I'm driving." He wrote on his slate. "You drive like a maniac, Leatherface can't tell a traffic light from a crossing guard, and Freddy can't go two blocks without swearing at pedestrians!"
Toaster nodded at the other guys. "What about them?"
"Pinhead drives like an old woman, Creeper's wings don't fit in the driver's seat, Chucky's feet can't reach the pedals AND he can't see over the steering wheel. And Jason doesn't even know HOW to drive."
"HEY! I driveway better then Toaster!" Freddy remarked.
"At least I don't run over the elderly on purpose!" Toaster said, sticking her tongue out.
Michael, who had enough just screamed, "Shut up and get in the freakin' van!!!"
Toaster and Freddy hung their heads. "Yes sir." They mumbled, shuffling over to the van. Toaster made faces at his back for a few seconds, than Michael came over and swatted her across the backside.
"Okay! Okay! I'm going!" She whined, rubbing herposterior before she sat down. She crossed her arms, slouched in her seat and pouted.
Michael revved up the engine and they drove off. Toaster unwisely decided at that moment to burst into song.
"She's got a ticket to ride! She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide! She's got a ticket to RIIIIIDE and she don't care-"
Everyone else in the van rolled their eyes.
"Toaster should be banned from singing." Chucky mumbled to Leatherface.
"Toaster should have her tongue removed." Freddy retorted.
"That can be arranged." Pinhead muttered, clicking the blades of his borrowed glove together. Toaster didn't hear. She was too busy singing The Beatles.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Reviews will beappreciated, flames will be ignored andused to make smores