Author's Note: ....Kill me, I know. If you want to strangle me right now, because you are not finding this funny at all, and this is a waste of your time, you are so very welcome to do that. But for now, I must get this on the web, so that my weird sense of humor will be passed on to YOU!!!
DISCLAIMER: Again, sadly, I do not own the song, or the game....just leave me alone!!! And I don't own that line from that one Spongebob episode....see if you can find it.....:P Hey, it is a FanFiction, isn't it? ...Theoretically, I can put these things in! ON WITH IT!!! And don't forget to review!!! =D
After Count Bleck's defeat, Mimi felt unnaturally confident. She cheerfully made her way into the waiting room where Ryan was standing.
"Hey there, squirt!" said Ryan, clapping her on the back.
"I'm not a squirt! I'm Mimi! The shape-shifter!" Mimi cried, feeling like she had to scream to be noticed.
Ryan looked confused. "Boy, what is with all these crazy contestants? Oh well. Go on in!"
"Um...yeah," she deadpanned, glaring daggers at Ryan.
Mimi shrugged this little fiasco off, however, and flounced happily into the judges' room, eagerly awaiting their approval.
"Oh great, we've got another lunatic," said Simon rather grouchily.
"Hey, squirt, how's it going?" asked Randy.
Mimi grew angry. "I'M NOT A SQUIRT!" she shouted, then pounced at Randy and sent them both toppling to the ground.
Randy pushed Mimi and his chair off of himself and quickly got up off the floor. "Okay, okay, a squirt with a temper!"
Seeing as Mimi was about to lunge at him again, Paula quickly changed the subject. "So, um, what are you singing today?"
"The Campfire Song Song!" exclaimed Mimi, her happy mood back and unflappable.
"...Definitely a lunatic," Simon decided under his breath.
"You're free to start, then," said Kara.
"Thank you. Ahem..." Mimi cleared her throat once and began to sing.
Let's gather round the campfire, and sing our campfire song,
Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song,
And if you think we can't sing it faster then you're wrong,
But it'll help if you just sing along, BUMBUMBUUUUM....
C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G,
C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G,
C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G,
It'll help if you just sing aloooong,
C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song,
It'll help....it'll heeeelp...
If you just sing aloooooooong....
Mimi, who was really getting into the song, flew up into the air and crashed back down again with immense force. She then proceeded to make hand motions that resembled the smashing of a guitar on the ground.
OH YEAH!
"That...was...GREAT!" cried Randy.
Simon's eyes were wide. "That was...disturbing, but...you sung on key, so..."
"I know, aren't I great?" Mimi interrupted, bursting with pride.
"Well, I think I speak for all of us when I say that you're certainly going through to the next round. Just...don't do that in front of the audience, please...you might scare them off." said Kara, still a little jumpy over the tiny but ferocious minion.
"'Kay, then!" said Mimi, far too excited to listen or care anymore. She snatched her golden ticket from the guard and skipped outside to a crying Count Bleck.
"HA! I'M GOING TO HOLLYWOOD AND YOU AREN'T!" she taunted in a sing-songy voice, which made Count Bleck cry even harder because of the sing-songy-ness of it.
Nastasia sighed. "Mimi, let's act our age, please."
Mimi paid no attention, but instead turned towards the camera, obviously pleased. "This show was not fixed. Oh, and I'd like to give a shout out to Count Bleck over here...IN YOUR FACE! IN YOUR FACE! IN YOUR STUPID UGLY FACE! OH YEAH! GO ME! GO ME! WOOT!" she hollered quite loudly, then skipped off down the road where she could disappear back to the castle.
"Is she always like that?" asked Ryan, suddenly fearing greatly for his own life if he upset this rather violent girl.
"Yes." Nastasia shook her head.
"So...who's up next?"
Nastasia looked around. "Um, Dimentio, I think...hmm...where is the little jester?"
Meanwhile...
"Please, tell us: what was your dream before American Idol?" asked a nearby reporter. Dimentio automatically shrunk down a bit and looked at the sky as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
"I'd...rather not talk about it..."
"That just means he failed!" a second reporter piped up.
"I DID NOT! RAAH!" shouted Dimentio, and flung himself at the reporter, determined to get revenge. In the process of doing this, he had piqued the interest of several of the other contestants waiting outside as well.
"Ack! Get him off!" cried the reporter in a desperate attempt to save his skin. Eventually the Stage Crew was summoned, and they pried an angry Dimentio off the reporter in a flourish and brought him back to the studio.
"Here I am!" said Dimentio.
"Whoa, dude! Cool hat! Mind if I try it on?!" Ryan eagerly ripped Dimentio's "hat" from his head and placed it upon his own head. "This is awesome!"
Nastasia looked impressed. "Wow, I never knew that was a hat!"
"It wasn't..." Dimentio said, hissing in pain, as that can only be expected when half of one's head is ripped off.
Ryan looked sheepish. "Oh, uh...sorry, man, here you go." He smoothed out the half of Dimentio's head he took back on, doing a very poor job in the process.
"Thanks, you're too kind," snapped Dimentio, heavy sarcasm dripping from his words. He reached up atop his head and fixed it himself. He would go to the hospital in Flopside later. Right now, there was a competition to master, and Dimentio was sure he'd make it to the end. That was a must.
When he got into the judges' room, however, it didn't go quite as smoothly as he had expected.
"Yo, dog! Cool costume! Did you dress up just for us, now?" asked Randy, nodding his head in a way that just spoke "yeah...".
"...What is it with people today?! No, you dunce! I wear this every day!" yelled Dimentio, feeling anger seep through every fiber in his body.
Randy raised his eyebrows. "Queer..." he muttered under his breath, but Dimentio heard him loud and clear.
"What did you just call me?!" Dimentio glared at Randy head on.
"Alright, don't fight about it, yeesh!" cried Paula, trying to bring some peace to this bickering.
"That's a great idea!" Randy exclaimed. "Bring it on!"
Paula put her face in her hands. "Me and my big mouth..."
Dimentio and Randy continue to fight despite Paula's protests, and eventually they destroyed the whole studio.
"Alright, alright! STAGE CREW!" shouted Simon, who was starting to feel the beginning of a migraine settling in.
The Stage Crew separates the two, happy to have so many jobs this particular day. Simon, however, was not so pleased. In fact, he felt like he was going to explode any minute now.
"...ANYWAY, what are you singing?" Kara said, having remained quiet throughout the chaos.
"I'm singing from Camp Rock, We Rock, but I changed the lyrics to make it fit me!"
"Just like Bleck, it seems...oh...my..." Simon watched in horror as Dimentio took the stage.
'Cause I rock, I rock!
I rock, I rock on!
Come as you are, you're an ugly -meep-
World's in my pocket and you know it,
You can feel my beat, running though your feet,
Heart's racin' fast, I'm gonna kill you,
All that you need, is my power to take you, to
Some other place, where you know, you beloooooong...
Raise your hand up, in the air and scream,
You're gonna get killed, that is my dream,
'Cause I rock, I rock!
I rock, I rock on!
Nobody in the world's gonna bring me down,
The more violent I get, or the better you fight,
'Cause I rock, I rock!
I rock, I rock on!--
"Okay okay, STOP! One, that is very...rude, and violent, in a way. Two, you suck! Go home!" Simon was on the verge of jumping out the window and into the lake below.
"You are a sick, cruel, evil little creature!" said Paula, but this only made Dimentio smile wider.
"Why, thank you!"
"You aren't through this competition. Sorry. Actually, no. I'm not sorry!" said Simon with a look of dislike for Dimentio clearly written all over his face.
Dimentio, however, had one more trick up his sleeve: he pulled out a huge dagger from under his robes, and slowly advanced upon the judges.
Paula ducked behind a chair in fear. "Eek!" she cried.
"You put me through, or you all DIE!" demanded Dimentio, smiling wickedly.
"Okay! You're going to Hollywood! Is that what you wanted to hear?! Just leave us alone!" shouted Kara, as she, too, was under her chair.
"Yes, yes, go, please, and take whatever yellow ticket with you!" said Randy, now extremely sorry for whatever chaos he had caused with this violent creature before.
Dimentio smiled once more. "Yes, thank you! Sweet victory!"
He then trotted back outside to Nastasia and the others, a wild smile gracing his hideous features.
Nastasia looked rather unimpressed. "Dimentio, you didn't threaten them, did you?" she scolded. Dimentio laughed,
"I sure did! ...Ciao!" Dimentio snapped his fingers once, twice, and disappeared in his trademark cloud of smoke.
Nastasia made no comment, as she was too exasperated by Mimi's and the Count's behaviors to even remotely care at this point what Dimentio did, even though she should, because he was obviously the most mischievous and the most evil one of the group. Instead, she warped out of there as well, and waited, uncertain about what tomorrow would bring. It couldn't be much better than today.
~TO BE CONTINUED~