hi people ok here's chapter four. and the Warners get to bother(drum roll) Justin Bieber! read and find out!
Yakko: Really?
me: what? oh come on like you never wanted bother Justin Bieber
Yakko: Nope just you
me: ay crumba
Wakko: I didn't know you spoke french
me: just read and review if you like. the Warners are driving me crazy
Dot: hey kid your'e doing it to yourself
Four:
Max's .
''So now what are we gonna do?'' We were casually strolling along Burbank with Yakko still holding my hand. Werid. He never did that before. Any way we discussed
the plan. ''Instead of bothering our regular people today, we decided to go bother Justin Bieber''. ''He's performing at the Hollywood Bowl tonight'' said Dot. '' Justin
Bieber?'' ''Uh huh'' Wakko quirked. ''Iv'e always wanted to use this on him''. ''Omg! can we make him our special friend?'' Yakko put his hand on my shoulder. ''Of
course''. ''We could make him your own personal special friend''. I smirked. Excellent.
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We got a the Hollywood Bowl just before it started. We invaded Justin Bieber's dressing room. Yes this was going to be so much fun. ''He there he is!'' Dot jumped in
his lap and JB looked confused. ''Who are you? how did you get in here?'' ''Were the Warner Brothers, and the Warner sister''. Dot looked at me and pulled me
over.''Sorry the Warner Sisters''. I'm Yakko, I'm Wakko, they nudged me. ''I'm Max''. ''And i'm as cute as button'' Dot said giving him a big kiss. I walked over to
him. ''Hey nice mascasra pretty boy what's the matter? don't have enough already?'' The Warners laughed. ''Annoying aren't we?'' I said nudging him. ''Alright!
that's enough get out of here! I have to practice my singing before I have to on stage''. ''Oh you call that whinning singing?'' I warmed up my voice. ''Da da da Oh
yeah''. The Warners clapped and I bowed. JB was not impressed. ''That's it? seems like you suck at singing''. The Warners jaws dropped.''Oooooohhhhhh''. Oh that
is it. I tapped Wakko. ''May I borrow this''. He handed his mallet to me. I left mine back at the tower with the rest of my stuff. ''Let me knock that smirk off his
face''. I lifted the mallet over my head ready to strike when Yakko stopped me. ''You know maybe you could try something else there's a less violent way''. ''Your'e
right'' I handed back the mallet to Wakko. ''All right pretty boy I challenge you to a singing competion''. ''Whoever looses will be very disappointed''. He stared at
me. ''Your'e on''. Yakko came over to us dressed in a referee outfit. ''Let the competition begin!'' we each grabbed a guitar and JB started singing. I laughed a little
bit. This was going to become a rap battle when it got to my part. ''Well let me tell you how good Iam''. ''I ain't no pretty boy that I'm not'' ''I don't let fame go to
my head and you shouldn't either…..no wait i'm it all ready did''. ''Ooooooooooohhhh!'' the Warners shouted. ''Max wins by a landslide!'' Jb looked disappointed. ''No
fair''. ''Well that's what you get for saying I suck''. ''I just spoon fed you your horrible lyrics you wannabe''. We all laughed. Two minutes later we were kicked out of
the Hollywood Bowl. ''Congratulations sib, said Yakko. ''You just had your first special friend''.
Well that's the end of the chapter. What d think will happen next? only one way to find out!
Yakko: Your'e not gonna write another chapter are ya?
me: yep
Yakko: oh boy