Disclaimer: I used to be able to think of funny disclaimers, but I can't anymore. GOD OF HILARITY, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?

Question: Can't think of one right now.

My Answer: Go answer the other ones, or suggest a question in your review!

Characters: Harley X Soledad…though it's regrettably minor.

Summary: Mkay. Look up the song 'Let Me Borrow That Top' by Kelly, listen to it, and then you are allowed to read this fic. This is a total parody, by the way…but not really, because I can picture Harley doing this. And I got the idea from watching an AMV on Youtube. AND I AM SORRY FOR ALL THE SWEARING, I ONLY PUT IT IN BECAUSE IT'S IN THE SONG.

Let Me Borrow That Top

~I wanna borrow that top~

"Let me borrow that top," said Harley, towering over the stone-faced Paul.

"No."

"Let me borrow that top."

"No."

"Let me borrow that top."

"I said no," snarled Paul, whirling to punch Harley in the face.

The flesh of his cheeks didn't do so much as ripple. "I wanna borrow that top."

000

"That's such a cute top."

"Excuse me, but do I know you?" asked Prof. Oak with a frown.

"That's a cute top."

The old man continued to frown at the purple-haired youth.

"I wanna borrow it."

"No," said Prof. Oak, unnerved.

"Lemme borrow the top."

The professor inched away, sweatdropping.

000

"Aren't we friends?" asked Harley.

"Are you kidding?" Drew replied, arching his eyebrows.

"Aren't we friends?"

"After all you've done to May-"

"So what's the problem?"

"I was in the middle of telling you what the problem was-"

"Lemme borrow the top."

Drew fell over, anime-style.

000

"Let me borrow that top."

Khoury peered at Harley nervously, poking his fingers together. "U-u-um…"

"Let me borrow that top."

"S-sorry, m-m-mister, b-b-but I'm not s-s-supposed to t-talk to s-s-strangers…"

"Let me borrow that top."

"I-if you w-would k-k-kindly l-leave…"

"LET ME BORROW THAT FUCKING TOP."

Khoury ran screaming out of the room.

000

"Don't be a bitch."

"What did you just call me?" Giovanni queried in a voice that was as dangerous as an enraged beast, turning slowly round in his swivel chair to face Harley.

"Don't be a bitch."

"I command you to leave, you genderless freak of nature."

"Don't be a bitch."

"Persian, attack-"

"Lend me that top."

Both Giovanni and his persian halted. "Wait, what?"

000

"What are you saving it for?"

"I'm saving it for the pride parade tomorrow," Burgh replied in very much the same voice.

"You're not even wearing it."

"Ohohoho, but, my equally as gay friend as I, I will be," the gym leader replied, going cross-eyed as he laughed.

"You're not gonna wear it."

"Sorry, sweetie, but I am."

"So lemme borrow it."

"Nuh-uh, no can do," Burgh sang, and flounced off.

000

Harley spun in the middle of the park, arms thrown wide, singing loud for all to hear.

"I've already been to the mall,

"(Galleria)

"I've already been to the mall, I've already been to the mall,

"And it SUCKED.

"(Galllllerrriiiaaaa)." He paused, sending the crowd that had gathered a shifty look. "Diarrhea." Then he danced off, leaving them stunned and horrified.

000

"I've already been to heaven."

"Why are you telling me this?" Zoey inquired absently, grooming her pokemon.

"I've already been to heaven."

"Uh-huh…"

"I've already been to heaven."

"Cool story, bro…"

"After five minutes I was like, 'Let's go."

"Right."

Harley twirled, singing, "Galllllaaaa- fuck it!" before storming out of the room.

000

"Gimme that fucking top, bitch."

"In your dreams," Jessie sneered, turning away.

"Come on, bitch, where are you going?"

"Away from you."

"Where are you going? Where are you going?"

"Quit following me, freak!"

"Gimme that top," he said, grabbing onto the back of her shirt.

"Let me go!"

"Gimme that fucking top, bitch. Gimme that fucking top, bitch."

"JAMES, GET THIS LOSER OFF OF ME!"

000

"Fuck you!"

"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME!" Dawn shrieked back at him.

"Fuck you, fat bitch!"

"OH NO YOU DID JUST NOT-"

"Oh yeah, I said you're fat!"

"AND I SAID YOU'RE UGLY, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT-"

"Yeah, I said you're fat!"

"YOUR COMEBACKS SUCK-"

"You're a fat fucking bitch because you won't lemme borrow that fucking top!"

"YOU'RE EVEN MORE OF A JERK THAN PAUL IS-"

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you with something hard and sandpapery!"

"THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE YOU PURPLE-HAIRED CROSS-DRESSER-"

"Bitch!" Harley wailed. Dawn raged back at him, being held back by Ash and Brock, and Soledad tugged desperately on her husband's arm, telling him to calm down. "Bitch! Bitch! You are not my friend!"

After an hour, Soledad managed to drag him home. Needless to say, he slept on the couch that night.

~I wanna borrow that top~