I've written another chapter, sort-of. It's kind of a chapter, and I hadn't updated in awhile so this is what came out of it. Hope ya'll like it and will review.

I don't own Sonic, and thanks to RAWN for helping me. It takes a special type of person to put up with me and you are awesome.

'Okay guys, I've been thinking that for our next performance we should do something fun or maybe do one of those few suggestions that people requested,' I suggested placing a hand on my chin thoughtfully.

Sonic stared at me incredulously.

"How about we work on fixing Tails?" he asked, his voice harsh.

Said two-tailed fox was currently spinning around in little circles while humming quietly to himself in an almost creepy fashion. It really was unfair for Sonic to blame me for the kit's descent into madness. I mean, I did make him watch countless of scary movies and locked him in an airtight box for a couple of hours, but still, that could happen to anyone!

'I don't think there's anything to be done,' I said simply with a shake of my head.

"We could take him to surgery," Shadow suggested eying Tails warily. "We should probably do something before he murders us all in our sleep or something."

I shook my head.

'Nah,' I said. 'I'm sure he'll be fine. My parents wanted to send me to a therapist when I was a kid, but they didn't, and look how well I turned out.'

I smiled at them proudly despite the identical looks of horror that went across their faces, and laughed heartily as Sonic groaned something that sounded vaguely like, "We're doomed."

Rouge walked over to me to me, her expression hard to read.

"I would insist that we immediately admit Tails into a psyche ward so that we can address his mental trauma," she said. "But as I know you'll just ignore me and do whatever the heck you want, I'm just going to ask what the viewers have suggested."

I shrugged.

'Well, all two or three of them have suggested,' I stopped for a minute while I pulled out a list, well more like a note card of all the suggestions. 'Les Misrebles,' I said first.

Rouge's eyes went wide.

"That's an award winning production! Do you think we could pull it off?" she asked.

'Not at all,' I answered. 'Let me tell you all I know about Les Misrebles. It had Anne Hathaway. They sung everything. Stuff was on fire at one point I believe. They had a revolution that was not of the Dance Dance verity. Somebody waved a flag. But we will maybe try it eventually. After I learn anything whatsoever about it.'

My mini-speech earned me a plethora of stares.

"I think that will be the worst day of my life," Knuckles said placing a palm to his forehead.

'The next suggestion was the Twelve Dancing Princesses,' I said.

Knuckles glowered. I had apparently mentioned a day that was going to be worse for him than Les Misrebles.

'I think there may be a problem there since we only have like 10 people,' I said, counting the number out on my fingers.

"There's 8 of us. 9 if you want to include yourself," Espio said in a deadpan voice, not even needing his fingers to figure out the math.
I shrugged.

'Well that's the Grady ISD curriculum at its finest,' I said sadly. 'Now for that reason, production of that play will be put on hold.'

"Are we going to do any plays?" Vector asked.

'What do you expect?' I asked. 'I'm very lazy and lack the motivation to accomplish things! Ever.'

"Then why are we still here?" Sonic asked in exasperation.

'Because I'm going to get to it eventually. You know, probably,' I said while rubbing the back of my head awkwardly. I cleared my throat and looked back at the card. 'And that was it actually. Nobody else requested anything.'

Shadow gave me a wry look.

"So what story are we going to do next?" he asked, his tone even.

'I'm not actually sure. I hoped that it would just miraculously come to me while I was talking to you guys right at this very moment, but my mind is still blank. I think this series of paragraphs was mostly to let the audience know that I wasn't eaten by wild badgers or anything.'

"So this chapter was a completely pointless filler chapter?" Knuckles asked.

'Yes I suppose it was,' I turned to look around at an imaginary audience. 'Tune in next time to hear all the same jokes twice,'

Knuckles whispered to the rest of the cast behind my back, "Who the heck is she talking too?" A question to which nobody knew the answer too.

'Read bad parodies of stories, and see if we can actually get anything done.'

"We can't," Espio stated blandly. "This fanfiction just keeps getting dumber and dumber."