Okay, so quick note: Because of the fact I'm returning to college this Monday, uploads for any of my stories will become more sporadic and random. Don't worry, I'll still update every once in a while, but only when I feel confident that I didn't rush through it unnecessarily.
With that said, let's move on.
The lights turned back on and the audience cheered and applauded as Catherine spoke:
"Alright, everybody, we're back from commercial break, and now we'll move on to the next team, School O' Rock! Good luck!"
The lights turned off, then turned back on to show Luna and a nervous Mrs. Johnson on the screen.
"A middle school teacher and a musician with a passion! Can they make a melody that will tickle your funny box?! Welcome Round 2, team 2: School 'O Rock!"
Then the same thing happened, only to eventually reveal the duo on stage. And as they were greeted with cheers and applause from the audience, the duo waved hello with excitement, though the redheaded woman certainly wasn't subtle in her discomfort.
"Hello everybody, thanks for having us here today," Luna told the audience with a smile. "Please don't pay attention to Mrs. Johnson's sweating and clearly forced smile, she's just nervous."
"V-Very nervous," Mrs. Johnson added, causing the audience to laugh.
"But don't worry, that won't stop us from causing you to go into a laughing fit!"
"Or at least we'll try to."
"We're gonna cause a laughing riot!"
"M-Maybe not to that extent, for everybody's sake?"
"So no laughing riot?"
"Preferably not."
"But we're going to try to get some laughing fits anyway, so let's do our best!"
"Yeah, our best..."
"But still, there's something I need to point out."
"And that is?"
"We're in the same problem as Lana and Lisa: We're both tsukkomis, so how do we deal with that?"
"Well, this is pretty easy to solve: Whichever one of us is the more mature should be the tsukkomi, while the other should act like the boke."
"I don't know, are you sure you'd be a good boke, Mrs. Johnson?"
"Why would I be the boke?!" the redheaded woman snapped as the audience laughed. "If anything, it would make more sense if you were the boke: After all, you're young, and most importantly, you're one of those people who like music!"
"Music fan."
"Whatever, you still like music, and can even play instruments! The only logical deal is that you'd be much more energetic compared to me."
"... Yeah, that makes way more sense," the musician hummed. "I know! I have an idea for a skit!"
"Please do tell."
"We'll play Guitar Saviors-"
"Guitar what-now?"
Luna tried to keep a smile as she asked, clearly confused, "T-That popular video game where you-"
"Oh, silly Mrs. Loud,do you really expect me to know about that stuff?"
"Good point, you definitely got a good point. So, what video games do you play, then?"
"I don't play video games."
Luna flinched. "What?"
"In fact, they weren't all that popular back when I was your age."
The rocker seemingly freaked out. "Whaaat?! Are you being serious, woman?!"
"Is there a problem?"
"Yeah! We're in an age where video games are bloody everywhere, and you haven't even gotten into them?!"
"Well, just because we're in such an age doesn't mean I'm going to be interested about them. And besides, all you need to do is tell me about these Guitar Saviors so we can do the skit."
"I think it would be better if you played it yourself."
"Fair enough, I guess. So, do we do that for a skit?"
"Yup! It should be fun!"
Luna's skit...
Luna and Mrs. Johnson stood in the living room of the Loud house, with the game Guitar saviors turned on. They held two toy guitars, obviously custom made for the game itself.
"Thanks for inviting me to play this little game, Luna," Mrs. Johnson said, only to add with worry. "Why did you invite me?"
"Well, I originally wanted to invite Sam, but-" Luna said.
"Whoa, hold on there."
The stage turned back to normal as Luna folded her arms. "What's wrong?"
"You wanted to invite Sam?" the redheaded woman inquired. "We could bring her to the skit, you just needed to say so."
Luna blushed. "W-Wha?! No, I didn't want to invite her!"
Realizing the implications of what she said, the rocker quickly tried to correct herself. "I-I mean I did, but not right now, I just said so to start the skit-which you ruined!"
"Hey, you're the one who said that, which gave me an idea," Mrs. Johnson turned to the audience and shouted, "Samantha! Could you please come here?"
"Who the heck is Samantha?!" Luna asked.
Suddenly, Sam leaped from the audience and landed right on top of Mrs. Johnson, burying her under the ground. "Sup, everybody!" Sam exclaimed as the audience cheered and applauded, while Luna blushed and looked away. "So, what am I supposed to do?"
Without warning, Mrs. Johnson jumped out of the ground next to Sam-plumber outfit included-and explained, "Luna wanted you to come play guitar saviors with us."
"...Guitar what now?"
"Great, now I got to deal with two students," Luna pinched the bridge of her nose.
Mrs. Johnson folded her arms. "Consider yourself lucky, I have to deal with over a dozen five times a week," then she smiled, "Anyway, let's get back on track, alright?"
Luna shrugged, then snapped her fingers, causing the stage to turn back to the loud living room. Now Sam had joined with her custom guitar.
"Okay, are you two ready to begin?" Luna asked.
"Got it!" the redhead and blonde stated in unison.
"Alright, repeat after me..."
Luna did a simple three-tone play on her guitar. Mrs. Johnson managed to repeat the first and third, but the second was off-key. Sam repeated all three, but with a higher pitch.
"Okay, I think that's good, how about this?"
Luna played five notes this time. Mrs. Johnson did the first three, but got the last two wrong, and Sam played her guitar wildly as she played all notes off-key.
"...Okay, let's try something a bit harder..."
Luna started playing an incredibly fast tune on her guitar, with the redhead and blonde left stumped as to how to repeat it. After she had done it for a couple seconds, the duo exchanged looks, nodded, then struck Luna with their guitars to get her to stop.
This caused the audience to laugh as the stage turned back to normal, followed by Luna yelped and grabbed her head in pain. "Why did you do that?!" she complained.
"What did you expect us to do?!" Mrs. Johnson replied. "You were playing a tune that was way too hard for a novice like me!"
"And you were going so fast, I was fearing you would end up traveling through time!" Sam added, folding her arms.
"Well, anyway, Mrs. J, we did my skit, it's time we do yours."
"Good, only one problem, though."
"What is it?"
"I don't have a skit ready. Or even an idea on what to do."
Luna looked at the ground in disbelief, only for Mrs. Johnson to blurt, "Oh, wait, I got one now!"
"Then you should've waited until you got it before telling me anything!" Luna snapped as the audience laughed, and Sam giggled. "Well, what do you have planned?"
Then the redhead glanced at Sam, then back at Luna, and giggled before saying "You'll see."
Mrs. Johnson's skit...
The lights remained off for a moment, only to turn on in order to reveal Luna and Sam, now dressed in black clothing, sitting on opposites sides of a table, with what looked like a gun standing on the middle. Naturally, Luna was confused. "W-Wait, what's going on?"
"Don't ask me, I'm just as lost as you," Sam shrugged.
"Mrs. Johnson, what's going on?"
"I like kid-friendly versions of the Russian roulette, so I thought it would be fun to do a skit based on one of those," the redhead answered. "I don't like the roulette itself, it's actually kinda scary, but... Well, you get the idea. Spin the toy gun, aim it on your head, then pull the trigger!"
While Luna was hesitant to go along with it, Sam wasted no time spinning the gun, only for it to fly off into space. "Oh, it flew off," she nonchalantly remarked.
"Oh my, looks like I gave you a guncopter by mistake!" Mrs. Johnson nervously said.
"What even is a guncopter?!" Luna snapped as the audience laughed.
Mrs. Johnson put down another toy gun and left before Sam spun it once more. It ended aiming at Luna, and the rocker hesitantly took the gun and aimed it at her head. She glanced at the blank-faced Sam before pulling the trigger...And wound up having a loud noise blasted right into her face.
The audience laughed as Sam, laughing as well, grabbed the gun, loaded it, then aimed it at her head. The instant she pulled the trigger, though, she was sprayed with water all over her face, all while Luna continued to shiver from the loud noises, even after Sam tried to hand her the toy gun back.
Once Luna managed to recover from the loud attack and could hear things like normal once more, she gave one look at the toy gun before slapping it away, prompting the stage to turn back to normal. "Hey, what gives?!" Sam complained.
"I'm not feeling comfortable with this skit!" Luna complained before turning to Mrs. Johnson. "I mean, kid-friendly or not, Russian roulette as a concept sends shivers down my spine!"
"Sorry, Luna, I didn't take that into account," the redheaded woman said. "And it's the only idea I got, I doubt I'll be able to come up with something else in this short notice."
"Great, now I have to pull the same thing Luan did," the musician sighed. "At least I know how to end this one."
"How?" Sam asked.
Luna took a deep breath, then grabbed a hand and shouted, "Sam, please marry me!"
"Aw, Luna, that's really sweet..."
Then it turned out she was holding Mrs. Johnson's hand. "But I'm not Sam."
"Whaaaaa?!" Luna screamed.
Suddenly, Sam appeared out of nowhere and flashed dual peace signs as she chirped "Thanks for watching, everybody!" as the audience cheered and applauded, followed by the lights turning off.
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The lights turned back on to reveal a distraught Luna and a worried Mrs. Johnson standing next to Catherine, with Sam nowhere to be found as the audience cheered and applauded. "Well, that was... I don't even know what to say," the reporter said before looking at the musician. "Contestant Luna, are you okay?"
"I can't believe I ended up marrying my brother's teacher!" Luna whined. "I mean, you're hot and everything, Mrs. J, but-"
"It's okay, Luna, I understand," Mrs. Johnson hugged and brushed the musician's hair. "It was all a joke, but if it comforts you, then I don't mind if you and Sam start dating."
Luna suddenly turned back to normal as she asked, "Speaking of Sam, where did she go?"
"She said she had something to do, then bolted off," the redheaded woman answered. "Should we look for her?"
"You definitely should do so later, since now we have to see the judges' scores!" Catherine interrupted. "Now judges, if you'd please!"
"JUDGING!"
Same deal as before, with the scores being:
Polly: 91
Tabby: 99
Haiku: 60
Giggles: 85
Carol: Marriage proposal
"Okay, that gives us a total of 335 points... And a marriage proposal." Catherine eyed Carol. "Okay, last time I gave you a pass since you're replacing a weirdo, but I must ask this time: What's the meaning of this?"
"Of what?" Carol inquired.
"Of you using marriage proposal as your score!"
"I want Luna to go with polyamory with Mrs. Johnson and Sam!"
"That won't change anything, you know?"
"...I still want them to do it!"
"Whatever, now, Judge Tabby?"
"Yeah?" the judge asked.
"Did you give them 99 points for the reason I think you did?"
"Yeah, a consolation prize for Luna after marrying Johnson by accident. I mean, poor Luna, she tried to ask to marry her girlfriend, and she married her partner instead. That must've hurt."
"Well, I'm not going to be so merciful," Haiku stated. "I mean, the skit with the Russian roulette was clearly stated to be harmless, and yet she decided to end it out of fear. I cannot accept such weak will to fulfill a joke."
"Okay, we get it, Judge Haiku," the reporter patted Luna's back. "And hey, at least you're on first place, so there's that."
And as the married duo-not really-left, Catherine spoke, "Well, that's School O' Rock! Join us after the commercial break to go with our next team, the returning Tough Love! And remember, stay tuned for more of "The Royal Woods Comedy Grand Prix"! See ya!"