This a sample of a crossover idea between Ernest and the Twilight Saga.
One day in the woods near the Cullen House, Ernest P. Worrell was walking around practicing his navigation skills. "Now, about 20 degrees to the Northeast." "Hey, Ernest." a girl's voice called out. He turned to see Alice Cullen, who was out hiking too. "Oh hi, Alice. How you doing on this fine day?" he asked her. "Just fine, yourself?" Alice asked with her bright smile. "Oh, good. Just proceeding with navigation skill whilst communing with the great outdoor wilderness of this Earth. Now what I mean?" he asked her. "I suppose so." Alice laugh. They both sat down on a fallen log. "Ah, this is the life. The great outdoors, being with a good buddy and fire ants. FIRE ANTS!" Ernest jumped to the ground, moving like crazy. "Oh, dear." Alice said, smiled sadly.
An hour later, Alice had gotten Ernest back to the Cullen House. Ernest was laying on the couch. Edward and Bella were sitting next to him. "Ernest, isn't this the fourth time you got attacked by fire ants?" Bella asked in a tone of sarcasm. "The fifth time actually." Ernest moaning. Then Carlisle walked in to check on him. "How's the patient?" he asked. "Just fine thank you for asking, Doc." Ernest laughed. "Actually, Ernest. You're going need a shot." Carlisle told him. "A shot, ha ha. Okay." He said getting up and walking into the kitchen. Esme was in there.
"Hi, Esme." he said to her. "Hey, Ernest. How are you?" she asked him. "Okay, Doc says I need a shot." Ernest said. "It'll be fine. It's not that bad." Esme said to him. Then Carlisle came in with a needle and a small bottle of medicine. "Say, how's that grand daughter of yours? I haven't seen her around lately." Ernest asked, he was trying to stall the shot. "She's fine. She's with Jacob today." Carlisle said, sticking the needle into the bottle. "Ready?" he asked taking it out. "Yeah, I can take it, Dr. Cullen. Real men can take it, and I am a real man. With a hardy smile and a stout back. A man that has never tasted quiche. That the smallest needle you have?" Ernest cried. Carlisle stuck the needle into his arm. "I DID IT! I STOLE THE LINDBERGH BABY! I AM SECRETLY JOSEF MENGELE! OOOWWW!"
That's it for now. Do leave your comments. It'll help me write the actual story. Have a nice day.