(Author's Note)
SUPER DUPER LATE CHAPTER. Sorry about that. It's actually kinda funny. While we were doing this on October my dear friend BlytheHasFreckles fell asleep XD. Well it's not too late to celebrate Halloween. Also I discovered this great new software that allows you to collaborate with other authors. I might have an idea to be set in motion in the future and I hope to work with all of my friends in this website as well so stay tuned for any surprise PMs. Well, time for the show! …. Bello! *positions to scare someone* BAAAAGGGHHH! *Thunder Rumbles*
Halloween: One of the most celebrated days around the world. Do I need to explain myself on how it is celebrated? Fine; since you asked. Imagine: pumpkins everywhere with faces either smiling or frowning… mostly smiling. There are props that represent the spooky images of creatures to be feared such as the stinky trolls, mischievous witches, powerful wizards, giant spiders on cotton webs, and a studio…. A studio?
"RAAAAAGGHHH!" Roared the minion wearing a lion costume and roaring at himself in the mirror. "HAHAHA! AAAAGGGHHH! HAHAHAHA!"
The minion takes the costume off and grabs another outfit from the hanger. He chooses a lab coat and drapes it around himself, then puts on the big red afro wig, and yellow gloves.
"Ah-ahem!" He coughed to the reflection in the mirror. "MWAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!"
He takes off the mad scientist costume and grabs a black cape. Next, he takes a pair of fake fangs and puts it on them in his mouth. He shrouds himself with the cape by crossing his arms in front of himself.
"Hey has anyone seen my bear costume?" Buford bellowed as he approached the shrouded minion.
"RAAAAGGHHH!"
"AAAGGGHHH!" Hollered Buford who irritably stares at him afterwards.
"HAHA! LOOK AT TU! *Imitates Buford's yell*. MORE LIKE PFFFHAHAHA!" The minion starts rolling on the floor.
"Yeah yeah very funny." He said irritably.
The minion finally stood up and grabbed the hanger with the bear costume and handed it to Buford. Buford left irritably. The minion chuckles for the last time but then he gets attracted to something nestled in the piles of wigs. He stares at it like it's a pot of gold and grabs it immediately. He dashes to the makeup room and shuts the door.
"Bufe, Ferb mentioned that you left your bear costume in the lavatory!" Amy called as she walked in.
"I already found it Goldilocks." said Buford.
She had on a black dress with matching tights and an equally inky cape. Shots of red erupted from her head and face, courtesy of the hat and mask residing there. If anyone asked her, she looked like a feminine version of Zorro. "By the way, has anyone seen my sword?"
"Amy, you left your belt and sword in the makeup drawer!" Isabella called as she peered into the room. She had donned a dress with such vibrant colour that one would have to look away from the sheer luminosity. Amy groaned as she held a hand up to her face, and then offered a weak smile.
"Thanks, but tell me why again you have to wear excessive amounts of pink on a holiday that is specifically made for darkness and eerie gloom?" Amy asked as she accompanied the younger girl back to the bathroom to finish with make-up and accessories. One could hear Isabella's response. Something about pink being her best color, and an inquiry as to why the ever-kind Amy had such a disdain for the poor, misunderstood color.
"Not everything in Halloween has to be horrible you know. And I don't do horrible. I do cute. :D." She said sassily.
The minion tugs Amy's cape, calling her attention. Amy looks to the direction where her cape is being tugged.
"Ah-ahem!" Called the minion. "BLEAUGH! BLEAUGH! PPPPFFFFFTTTT!" He said as he tossed his tongue around everywhere.
The minion is completely purple and so is the wig. His arms are limping on the floor as he walks and he's making an effort to slouch but he returns to the straight posture as soon as he was finished acting.
"Kale, that was so odd!" Amy giggled, then mimicked his rawr. The minion giggled maniacally and walked away to chat with others. Amy then twirled about and-with an invisible sword in hand-jabbed the thin air, a gleam in her eye. "Halloween's a day to go absolutely nuts, Isabella. Next time, mix it up a bit."
Sabrina walked down the hallway in a long, lacy midnight blue dress. Her long hair is clipped at the top and flowed down her her back. The only sound in the corridor was the 'click, click, click' of her three-inch heeled shoes on the tiles.
Phineas ran down the hallway. "Need to find my notes. I need those notes for today's..." He stopped short as he saw Sabrina standing there. Phineas blanched, turned and rushed away in the direction he came from. The 'click, click' of Sabrina's footsteps resumed.
Phineas ran to the green room where Isabella, Ferb and Buford were getting ready. "S-S-S-Sa... b-b-b-b-breeee..." Phineas tried to stutter before Buford interrupted him. "What's gotten into you? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Phineas nodded and jumped when a hand fell on his shoulder. "Calm down Phineas." Ferb said.
Sabrina walked over to Amy and the minion Kale and nodded in greeting before picking up her headset and performing the preliminary sound checks.
Isabella came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Uh, Sabrina... Phineas seems to think that..." She said as Sabrina turned around and revealed pale grey skin, a (prosthetic) gash across her neck and red eyes (cosmetic contact lenses). Isabella froze for a moment then smiled broadly. "How did you do that without coming in early?" She inquired. Sabrina smiled back. "I know people."
"Oh! Well that's good, because the show's about to start anyway." She said.
"Alright! I found my notes! Let's go! Cue the theme music while we set up please." Phineas called out. He's now wearing a vampire costume.
"Sure thing!"
While the theme song played everyone rushed, as best as they could to their position, especially the minion who wildly flails his arms around while yelling and jittering like a maniac. The minion sits on the chair behind the camera and inspects the studio to make sure things are going well.
"Okay! Pwede na! Go!" Called the minion.
"Give it up for BlytheHasFreckles!" announced Isabella.
BLYTHEHASFRECKLES!
The audience applauds loudly as the young lady waves cheerfully to the audience.
"Hey guys! So excited to be here!" said BlytheHasFreckles.
"Welcome to our show! Mwahahaha!" Laughed Phineas in his dark spooky accent.
The audience laughs.
"And congratulations for being the default winner for our last election." He said in his regular accent.
"It feels great to be selected! I definitely have my readers to thank for that one!"
"Alright! Well before we get started to the questions we'd like to honor you in our… some organ music please."
Ferb, who's completely covered with a white cloth except for his eyes, plays the first notes of Tocata and Fugue.
(Youtube: /watch?v=ho9rZjlsyYY)
Stop the music after the first notes.
"… Our name giving ceremony!" he announced in his spooky accent.
Thunder rumbles from outside the window.
"Ooooooh!" said the audience.
"Holy Gravy! Nice special effects!"
"But first, Candace will summon Lady Leonata first. Bring it home Candace! Oh wait! Ladies and Gentlemen our beautiful sister Candace Flynn!"
Candace comes in holding a crystal ball and smiles to the audience. Candace in her witch costume came in with a big book titled "The Book of Spirits." She set the crystal globe on top of an iron stand. She opened the book, read it a little, and spread her arms upwards.
"Ah ahem! Oh Lady Leonata, you who tame the spirits from beyond, show yourself so that we may speak with you!" declared Candace.
…Nothing happened. Crickets sang in the background.
"UGH! COME OUT YOU STUPID JAR HEAD INSIDE THE CRYSTAL GLOBE!"
The whole studio went dark, as though the breaker had been tripped. Thunder continued to rumble outside. Suddenly the crystal globe illuminates in a fog of bright green.
Gasps were heard from the audience and whispers of comments were heard.
"I AM LADY LEONATA, ONE THAT CALLS THE SPIRITS FROM BEYOND! WHO DARES SUMMON ME IN THIS WRETCHED IMPRISONMENT THAT FIGURES AS A BALL?"
The minion starts trembling, trying to keep the camera stabilized. Another thunder clap rumbles outside and the minion hops out of his chair in panic and runs towards Amy.
"Uhh, we would like to proceed with that ceremony now." Reminded Phineas.
Leonata turns to Phineas slowly. "So shall it be." She turns her head towards BlytheHasFreckles. Thunder rumbles.
"I didn't know we were summoning spirits today!" said BlytheHasFreckles "That's so cool! Maybe they'll-!"
A very loud clap of thunder rumbled interrupting her sentence.
"SPIRITS FROM BEYOND THE WORLD OF MORTALS YOU DWELL! HEED MY CALL AS I RECITE THIS SPELL! RAP ON A TABLE AND GHOSTS OF HALLOWEEN! MAY THEY SUMMON THE HORRIBLE ELEMENTS THAT MAKE THIS DAY AS IT HAD BEEN! WIND FROM THE WEST THAT RIDES FASTER THAN THE BAT! SEND US MUSIC THAT WILL HAUNT US WHERE EVER WE'RE AT!"
Wind starts howling and blowing everywhere like a storm has hit the inside of the studio. The audience starts screaming. Suddenly the wind starts lifting the table and the chairs Phineas and BlytheHasFreckles are sitting on.
"Phineas!" called Isabella in concern.
Phineas unfortunately didn't hear it as he was too distracted with the phenomenon happening.
"REJOICE! REJOICE! REJOICE IN THIS NIGHT! FROM THIS MOMENT ON YOU SHALL BE KNOWN AS…."
Lady Leonata shuts her eyes and silence fills the room except for the howling wind. After a few minutes Leonata opens her eyes and stares at the author blankly.
"…Sister. You've got to give me your name. Halloween doesn't have all night."
"um... Blythe?"
"Very well. FROM THIS MOMENT ON YOU SHALL BE KNOWN AS…. BLYTHE!"
Thunder continues to rumble and flashes of lightning are everywhere blinding everyone and sending them into panic. When the storm has stopped electricity returns to the studio and everything was it was before Lady Leonata was summoned in the crystal ball.
A moment of silence was shared in the studio until it was broken by a wonderful applause by the audience.
"Well that was a thrilling ride wasn't it?" asked Phineas
"Boy, was it! Never done that before!" replied Blythe.
The minion trembles behind Amy's legs while hugging them both. (aid girl in the black cape patted the minion's head with a reassuring smile. "I'm pretty sure she ain't coming back for a while," Amy stated before returning to her job
"All right then. Kale, whose lingo I was able to understand for the past days, has been a fan of your story ummm..." Phineas looks at his notes "(Please) Do Not Read This Journal"
"Ooooooh!" Says the audience.
"I'd have to say that the title is amusing but ironic since you published it for everyone to read."
BlytheHasFreckles: I'm tricky, you see. It's all reverse psychology. If a title says, "please don't read this journal," guess what you're gonna wanna do? Read it. Just like if you see the last can of soda in the fridge that says "please don't drink this." What are you gonna want to do? Drink it! See? Reverse psychology! With just a hint of pure evil mind-control tactics! Mwahaha!
"Reverse psychology, huh?" Buford muttered backstage.
"Please! Don't Give me a-AAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" begged Baljeet.
Audience Lols.
"Have you counted how many freckles you have?" asked Buford spontaneously
Audience laughs.
"No, not exactly. The reason for my strange name is because my freckles are my favorite feature. :)"
"Want us to give you some?" Asked Buford mischievously. A practically evil grin on his face, telling all.
"….how would one do that, exactly?" Asked Blythe.
"Errrr…. BALJEET CAN GIVE YOU! NERD! GIVE HER FRECKLES!"
"PUT ME DOWN!" Hollered Baljeet.
Buford lets him go. He falls with a distinctive thud. Baljeet dusts himself as he gets up.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GIVE HER FRECKLES?!"
"I got it!" said Isabella. "What color would you like?"
"...What...color? Color of what?"
"Uhh, color: Red, Blue, Yellow, OOH PINK! Or maybe Orange XD. I'm holding a paint brush here."
Amy shook her head at the mention of pink, yet giggled at the other options.
Sabrina's eyes go wide… "Uh, Isabella…. it doesn't work that way."
"Shush! Don't spoil the fun. ;)"
"I kinda like orange?"
"YIEE! Great! I love orange!" She starts dabbing Blythe's face with her paint brush. "A little there and there and…. DONE! I got my face painting patch!"
Audience laughs.
"It's a good thing I didn't say red. I might've looked like I had chicken pox!"
Sabrina mutters to herself…. "or the measles."
"You look great!" Said Phineas.
"I do? Awesome! The more freckles, the better!"
"Really? Great! Let's make more!" Said Isabella.
Audience laughs.
"Okay, but make sure my whole face isn't completely orange!" Said Blythe.
"Okay then. I have more questions while Isabella puts more "freckles" on your face." Phineas curved his fingers on the word "freckles".
"They are too freckles Phineas."
"Colored Freckles."
"COLOR POWER!" Cheered Isabella.
Audience laughs.
"Okay! Ask away!" Said Blythe
"It's actually one of the questions of one of our readers. How do you keep the characters so, in character? Sounds like you have a fan question."
"Ooooo!" Said the audience.
"Hm… well, it's a little hard to explain. And if I do explain it right, try not to call me crazy, okay? While I'm writing Journals, I like to put their brain into my head while I'm writing. It's sort of like seeing a picture of a character and reading the dialogue in the picture in their voice, except I'm WRITING with them in mind. I also like to incorporate little character bits that made them quirky or different from the others. Like, for example, sometimes Phineas has curiosity for really mundane things like say... doorknobs. Doof rambles about everything, so he's pretty self-explanatory."
"Hey I don't get curious about doorknobs that much….. Do I Ferb?"
He shrugs his shoulders
Somewhere in craft services a raccoon was stealing a bunch of bananas.
"BA-BA! BANANA!" The minion chased after the thief raccoon. He grabbed a net along the way. Amy fell over due to Kale's sudden movement. No one paid this much mind as she righted herself quickly and watched on with an amused face. The raccoon jumped onto the interview table with the minion following and throwing the net to catch him. "YAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!"
" AHHHHHYEEEEEE! R-R-R-R-R-RACCOON! DON'T LET IT NEAR ME! I-I'm terrified of raccoons!" Hollered Blythe.
Kale finally catches the raccoon and snatches the bunch of bananas from his paws. He sticks out his tongue at the raccoon while making raspy noises. Audience laughs at the sudden phenomenon.
"Awww but it's just a raccoon!" Observed Phineas as he reached for it with his hands. "Oh C'mon, he won't bite!"
"EEEK! No! No no no no no! Please, get it away from me! Don't let it-! NO!" The author jumps up on the table. "I'm serious! Put it-...put it somewhere else! Away o-or something! Outside, maybe! Anywhere but here!"
Audience laughs.
"All right. Isabella can you take this little guy?"
"No problem." She said as she took the raccoon.
"What's to hate about raccoons?"
"um... well, just...bad memory from the past...I-i (I-I) guess...*calmly gets down from the table, trying to calm heavy breathing*"
"Okay if it makes you feel any better I'll stop. Rumor has it that you like someone on this website."
"Oooohhhh!" Declared the audience.
A faint squealing could be heard from off-stage which seems to be coming from Amy.
"So according to Kale, you two are a thing here. I won't mention his name but Kale says he knows whom I'm talking about. Am I right Kale?"
The minion just maniacally laughs.
"I'll take that as a yes. So what do you think about him?"
"U-um...I don't know what you're...talking about..." She clears her throat "What person? I don't know a person. Especially not a writer...and especially not on this site with whom I've written stories with or who I talk to when I'm sad or upset! I-I mean! I don't know what you're talking about! *turns red*"
"How'd you meet him?" Asked Phineas.
Blythe fidgets "Him? Him who? I don't know a him... Well, I do, but he's-...um... wow, is it hot in here? I think I could go for a nice glass of cold lemonade! Do you like lemonade? I'll go make some!" she said as she tries to get away.
"Can someone bring Blythe some lemonade?" asked Phineas.
Ferb brings in some lemonade.
"Oh, um... how nice. Thank you, Ferb! *sits nervously* So! How about this weather we've been having? That's some, um...some autumn we've been having. I live in Brazil, so it's technically almost summer and so...heh. Hehe... read any good books lately?"
Blythe is blatantly avoiding the topic, and continuing to fidget. Audience Lols.
"Wait! Why are you stuttering and fidgeting?" asked Candace mischievously.
"What? I-i'm not stuttering o-or fidgeting!"
"*Gasp* Oh! You do like him!" she said as she smirked evilly. "Phineas, can I see those notes?"
"Sure!" said Phineas as he lends his notebook to Candace.
"Oh good!" she turns her attention back to Blythe "Blythe." She brings out a flash light and flicks it on her face. "I want to play a game." she imitated jigsaw's voice. Lightning flashes and Thunder rumbles.
Blythe jolts "um… play what kind of game?"
"Answer my questions or I'll expose his name to the public." She still spoke on her Jigsaw imitation.
Blythe gulps "O-okay."
"Oooooh!" Declared the audience.
Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes. "ISABELLA, CAN YOU CUT IT OUT WITH THE SOUND EFFECTS!" yelled Candace.
"That wasn't me." said Isabella who's still making "freckles". "It was Amy!"
"You ain't pinnin' that on me," Amy called from her position.
"You're the one backstage!" called Isabella.
"Doesn't mean it's me who's doing that! Besides, are we even sure it's an effect?" Amy questioned.
Thunder rumbles and the lightning flashes.
"Where was I? Oh yes!" she switches to the jigsaw voice. "1st question!" Thunder rumbles. "ISABELLA!"
"What?!"
"You- Never mind. 1st question: Does his name start with "bil" ?"
"If I answered "yes" to this, everyone would already know who it is!"
"Not true, it could be billy-bob-joe for all we know…"Amy muttered in humor.
"2nd question: Is he the one who loves pie?"
Blythe smiles a little "Yes…he likes pie *mumbles* and loves 'pi', too..."
The audience was filled with awe.
"OOoooh! 3rd question: is he…"
"Our special guest has arrived." Called Isabella
"Great! Bring him in!"
"Oh Never mind. He's here!" she said as she imitates jigsaw's voice. Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes again. "Mwahahahahahaha! AAAAHHAHAHAHAA!"
"Haha! Boy! Boy! Boy!" said the purple minion while running towards the door. He opens the door "Bello- WAAAGGGHHH!" The minion scans his entire body. He briefly looks at Phineas and the back at the person in front of him. Then the minion suddenly remembers that he has to play the role of his costume. "Ah! Uhhh, NAAAUGGH!" After his charade he fully opens the door.
"Hey Blythe! Sup?" Said bilaterus.
Everyone gasps in the studio.
Audience Ooooos then applauds.
"But…. he looks just like….." stuttered Isabella.
"Me!" Phineas exclaimed. "This is so cool! Are there any other triangle heads out there? It's like meeting my long lost twin brother from, like, another dimension or something."
"Well Phineas, I guess I look like you because Phineas-2 is in my avatar," bilaterus mused. "That must be a rule of this fanfic."
"Grrr." Sabrina mutters under her breath as she pulls a pen out of her hair and makes a notation to herself on her clipboard. Isabella looks at what she noted. "That's not very nice." Sabrina looks at the girl.
"Enough of all that 4th Wall breakin'," Buford interjected. "That's MY specialty. Anyways, I have to admit, I never thought I'd meet a dinner bell number 2."
Amy then proceeded to elbow Buford in the ribs for his comment, smiling the entire time.
"Hey! What gives?!" said Buford.
Sabrina puts her headset down and pulls Buford away from the edge of the stage.
Blythe blushes deeply. "...Honey-...uh! I mean, bilaterus! What are you doing here? *looks at Kale and everyone else as he walks toward her* a-are you being interviewed, too?!
"Well dear, apparently I'm a surprise guest. You certainly look surprised!".
" Well, yeah. I'm a little surprised... heh." She looks back at Kale, who's giggling like a maniac, and pulls up a chair for bilaterus. "Um, h-have a seat, hon- bilaterus!" She laughs nervously "So... Kale! What's next on the agenda? With the interview, I mean!"
Minion decides to giggle hysterically. Amy joined him in this endeavor.
"And, actually Kale, now that I'm here... what do I do?" bilaterus said.
"Did you just call him honey?" asked Phineas.
"No! I didn't just call him that! If I did, that would mean that we were more than friends! Which we...um….aren't!"
"Can you imagine? Blythe and I, are totally not 'more than friends'!" bilaterus scoffed. "I mean c'mon, we're only, Pffft! casual acquaintances at best."
"This is so weird…." said Candace "But is there like a more than acquaintances and friends somewhere in there?"
"Pffft!" said bilaterus. "Totally not! I mean, she's American. AMERICAN! Need I say more?"
Blythe glares at him "And just what's so bad about being an American, hm?! At least I'm not British! I mean, really! You crazy British, walking around with your….tea! And your crazy, awesome British accents! And misspelling words with unnecessary vowels where they don't belong!" She turns her attention to Ferb "...no offense, Ferb."
Ferb glares at Blythe and leaves the stage, obviously offended.
"Come on Ferb! Come back! Awww man!" cried Phineas.
bilaterus looked mortified too. "Look what you did to Ferb! Tea is incredible! It's the lifeblood of a British gentleman!"
Blythe put her hands on her hips. "Well be that as it may, tell me, bilaterus, what is so bad about me being American?!"
"Where do I even start? What with your freedom and your patriotism and your torture of true english what with your 'trash' and your 'recess' and, and your other American words…"
Silence fills the room except for the crickets playing in the background.
"WHAAATTT?!" exclaimed the minion.
"The vocabulary of my country doesn't define me as a person!"
"Oh, but my spelling does?" bilaterus countered
"Yes! No! Now I'm confused!" Blythe exclaimed, blushing lightly.
"Let's just agree that both our countries are pretty neat," bilaterus offered as a truce.
Still embittered by the nonsensical argument, she gave in, "Fine."
"... Okay…." said Candace.
Audience Lols.
Ferb comes back with a sealed pumpkin and sweetly lends it to Blythe.
She lends out her arms to the pumpkin and takes it, lifting an eyebrow, "what's this?"
"Simply a treat." Ferb said mysteriously, gesturing toward the lid.
She carefully unscrews the lid of the pumpkin, "Oh, thanks! You didn't have to-"
All of a sudden, several furry woodland creatures emerge from the pumpkin and immediately leap onto her head, earning a gut-wrenching shriek from the author.
"AAAAAAAIIIIYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The other raccoons panic and start raiding the studio.
"AAAAGGGHHHH!" yelled Candace as they crawled under her black witch skirt and climbed onto her legs. "RACCOONS ON MY SKIRT! RACCOONS ON MY SKIRT!"
"Hey! Get out from there! Hey That's my….. AAGGH!" yelled Isabella who's struggling to get her bow back.
The audience starts screaming and running around and away from the studio.
"Hey! That's my vampire teeth! Come back here you!" said Phineas as he hopped off his chair.
In their frenzy, the raccoons knock over the chairs in the studio.
"BANANA!" yelled the minion chasing the raccoon stealing a bunch of bananas again.
"What a pain," bilaterus sighed, as a couple of raccoons pinned him to the ground.
One of the raccoons lept onto Sabrina's arm and hung there. She picked it up by the scruff of the neck. "Aren't you just a little sweety? Why don't you sit right here." She said as she put the critter on a shelf. Sabrina took a quick look around at the chaos; everyone had at least one raccoon attacking them… except for Ferb, who was standing off to the side with a smirk on his face.
Sabrina found a box and placed the raccoon inside. She then walked over to Ferb and shoved the box into his hands. "Not funny."
Amy found herself being chased by three different raccoons, running aimlessly until she was finally cornered. She groaned unhappily.
"Get outta my bubble!" she cried as she grabbed a random fencing sword. Unimpressed, the racoons advanced, further cornering the blonde. Looking for something to save her, she was almost unaware of the two closest animals attacking her. Another of them had found something far more interesting to play with: filming equipment.
Then one hops in front of the lens of the camera.
"Hey! The camera!" exclaimed Phineas. "Don't-!"
*Crash*
SORRY WE ARE UNDERGOING SOME TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE BEAR WITH US FOR A FEW MOMENTS. IN THE MEAN TIME PLEASE ENJOY SOME MUSIC FROM YOUTUBE….
The show comes back online.
The studio is a wreck. Some of the food is squashed and the costumes of everyone are damaged. Everyone, except Ferb and Sabrina, is panting and exhausted. The minion is panting by the cage filled with Raccoons.
"Phineas." Called Isabella as she huffed. "We're a little overtime."
"Sure." He replied weakly as he huffed by the desk. "BlytheHasFreckles everyone!"
From under a chair Blythe shivers, eyes bulging and mumbling, "...r-raccoons. Everywhere. G-get them away…"
"Darn *Huff* I hate raccoons!" ranted Buford and then he faints.
Dear Cutie,
I was able to read your review regarding your return and I was sad that you weren't going to make it. I wish there was some way that we could bring you back such as making another account or maybe you could still be part of the show by naming the event that would occur in the next show (Ex: You'll declare that the event of the next show would be Evil Scientist Day!) But if you really can't then there's sadly nothing we can do but hope that we don't disconnect. I really missed you BTW. Not only me but Sabrina and Amy missed you too. It's kinda lonely not having a sister-ish author in the studio and we weren't able to finish that fun story duel. *Sigh* Anyway I wish you A Merry Christmas and I hope that I get to talk to you again soon.
Your Friend,
Kale.