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jon_chaissonQ: Show a part of your nature that you feel you've lost. Can you get it back? Would it be worth it?
::Channels Inner Teenager, Steeped in Python, Warner Brothers cartoons, and Other Silliness::
>THPOK< *
FLEEEEEEM WOGGITY WOGGITY BOOOOSHT **
>THPOK<
* = sound effect for suction cups being pulled off Mitt Romney's forehead
** = sound effect for squinting really hard in the direction of a field of alpacas about to be attacked by feral knitters
.... O_o
*ahem*
Meanwhile, somewhere in East Cooleyville, Our Heroes step out of a time warp and land on five hundred forty-two frogs and a breakfast sandwich.
SFX: FWOOOOMPFT!
Pig: *SQWEEEEAL*
Terry Jones: [crosses out a pig on a blackboard]
Chris: Ow.
Jon: GAH! My toe!
Amie: We really need to work on that phasing in, guys.
Breakfast Sandwich: PLEASE. IT WOULD BE NICE.
Eric: Oh god I've been pulled into another Misfits book. WHY?? WHY?!!???!
Chris: Oh, give it a rest, you!
Jon: Eric, I didn't know you knew how to speak in italics. How do you do that?
Eric: Easy, check it: awubbaweegleyekioooooooooooptang! See?
Jon: (comically wide-eyed): Oooooo! :3
A Big Burly British Staff Seargeant Named Toby Dammit: HEY! Stop it! Stop it right now! We'll have no emoticons in this edition! Right--carry on.
Amie: Oh, you're no fun.
Jon: :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
ABBBSSNTD: [pulls out giant super soaker filled with Tang and sprays Jon in the ear]
Jon: Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!!
Falkland Island Joe: END IT END IT
Five Hundred Forty-Two Frogs: HEY! That's our line!
FIJ: (sheepishly) Sorry. Shall I start again?
Old Man with a Cane: Once is enough, thank you!
[Suddenly, from out of nowhere--well, actually, from another timewarp opening up about fifteen feet away from our hapless heroes, drops three aliens who look surprisingly like Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect only they're all wearing color-coordinated Hawaiian shirts and sipping mai tais.]
Fred (Alien#1 with a pink mohawk): Wait, this isn't Pismo Beach!
Ginger (Alien #2 with dark Ray-Bans): Darn tootin' it isn't! Hey, who has the map?
David Bowie (Alien #3 sporting a tie with yellow smiley faces): We're traveling the holy land and opening telegrams...oh ho...
Jon: That was a really bad joke, David. And probably only two people got it.
DB: (saddened) You don't love me, do you?
Jon: [*headdesk*]
[wait, there's no desks in this scene! - Ed.]
Eric: (stands up) (blinks, unaware that he had been sitting earlier) Right. MOVING ON.
SUDDENLY...
SFX: *crickets*
FIJ: Ummm....?
DELAYED SFX: FLLLAAADDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!***
*** This sound effect is a Michael Bay DodecahedraSound Production and brought to you by Whizzo Butter. So smooth it's used on the International Space Station!
[Amie is covered with Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Togetherin a Cave and Grooving with a Pict]
FIJ: Whew! Barely missed me! [runs away]
Amie: [coughing] Gah! Get them off me!!!
Chris: Amie, are you okay? Are you okay, Amie?
Jon: Looks like you've been hit by a smooth criminal...
ABBBSSNTD: Stop it! Five points deducted from Gryffindor for making silly music jokes!
Jon: HEY!
Harry Potter: Meh, you get used to it.
Eric: Look, we're not getting anywhere here. Things are falling and weird aliens are popping up. Let's head to--
[CUT TO:]
Setting: A quiet cafe somewhere in San Francisco. The significant others of our Hapless Heroes are gathered around an outside table, chatting away and playing Settlers of Catan.
Amanda: Shouldn't they be here by now? I told Jon to meet us here a half hour ago.
Ali: You let him drive, didn't you.
Amanda: ...damn. You're right, I did. [sips coffee] Oh well.
Ali: Yup.
[CUT TO:]
Eric: ....and that's how we came to save the world once again from the Evil Natto Monster From Beyond Space!
Jon: WOW! That was neat!
Chris: Let's do it again sometime!
Amie: LET'S NOT.
Jon: ...
Chris: ...
FIJ: ...
ABBBSSNTD: ENOUGH WITH THE ELLIPSES ALREADY! Who do you think you are, Herb Caen?!??
All: Sorry!
[Cast of characters laugh, walking offscreen in slow motion as some retro music personally picked by Quentin Tarantino plays over the credits.]
THEEND.
Credits:
All Misfits and their spouses played themselves under duress, except for Jon, who was played by that horse from the See Grins RV place in San Martin. His current whereabouts are unknown at this time.
FIJ was played by Fred Wigglebottom.
All other characters played by the Rob Gronkowski Family Players.
Music by Silversun Pickups
This bit of silliness was written in short bursts throughout a particularly slow day at work. The author hopes that he won't get caught.
A Vanishing Misfit Production
...and the moral to this story is, sometimes I feel I've lost my spontaneity and silliness, but in retrospect, it's not that I've lost it, it's just that I've misplaced it and don't use it as often as I should. And yes, it's DEFINITELY worth bringing it back! :)
::Channels Inner Teenager, Steeped in Python, Warner Brothers cartoons, and Other Silliness::
>THPOK< *
FLEEEEEEM WOGGITY WOGGITY BOOOOSHT **
>THPOK<
* = sound effect for suction cups being pulled off Mitt Romney's forehead
** = sound effect for squinting really hard in the direction of a field of alpacas about to be attacked by feral knitters
.... O_o
*ahem*
Meanwhile, somewhere in East Cooleyville, Our Heroes step out of a time warp and land on five hundred forty-two frogs and a breakfast sandwich.
SFX: FWOOOOMPFT!
Pig: *SQWEEEEAL*
Terry Jones: [crosses out a pig on a blackboard]
Chris: Ow.
Jon: GAH! My toe!
Amie: We really need to work on that phasing in, guys.
Breakfast Sandwich: PLEASE. IT WOULD BE NICE.
Eric: Oh god I've been pulled into another Misfits book. WHY?? WHY?!!???!
Chris: Oh, give it a rest, you!
Jon: Eric, I didn't know you knew how to speak in italics. How do you do that?
Eric: Easy, check it: awubbaweegleyekioooooooooooptang! See?
Jon: (comically wide-eyed): Oooooo! :3
A Big Burly British Staff Seargeant Named Toby Dammit: HEY! Stop it! Stop it right now! We'll have no emoticons in this edition! Right--carry on.
Amie: Oh, you're no fun.
Jon: :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
ABBBSSNTD: [pulls out giant super soaker filled with Tang and sprays Jon in the ear]
Jon: Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!!
Falkland Island Joe: END IT END IT
Five Hundred Forty-Two Frogs: HEY! That's our line!
FIJ: (sheepishly) Sorry. Shall I start again?
Old Man with a Cane: Once is enough, thank you!
[Suddenly, from out of nowhere--well, actually, from another timewarp opening up about fifteen feet away from our hapless heroes, drops three aliens who look surprisingly like Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect only they're all wearing color-coordinated Hawaiian shirts and sipping mai tais.]
Fred (Alien#1 with a pink mohawk): Wait, this isn't Pismo Beach!
Ginger (Alien #2 with dark Ray-Bans): Darn tootin' it isn't! Hey, who has the map?
David Bowie (Alien #3 sporting a tie with yellow smiley faces): We're traveling the holy land and opening telegrams...oh ho...
Jon: That was a really bad joke, David. And probably only two people got it.
DB: (saddened) You don't love me, do you?
Jon: [*headdesk*]
[wait, there's no desks in this scene! - Ed.]
Eric: (stands up) (blinks, unaware that he had been sitting earlier) Right. MOVING ON.
SUDDENLY...
SFX: *crickets*
FIJ: Ummm....?
DELAYED SFX: FLLLAAADDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!***
*** This sound effect is a Michael Bay DodecahedraSound Production and brought to you by Whizzo Butter. So smooth it's used on the International Space Station!
[Amie is covered with Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together
FIJ: Whew! Barely missed me! [runs away]
Amie: [coughing] Gah! Get them off me!!!
Chris: Amie, are you okay? Are you okay, Amie?
Jon: Looks like you've been hit by a smooth criminal...
ABBBSSNTD: Stop it! Five points deducted from Gryffindor for making silly music jokes!
Jon: HEY!
Harry Potter: Meh, you get used to it.
Eric: Look, we're not getting anywhere here. Things are falling and weird aliens are popping up. Let's head to--
[CUT TO:]
Setting: A quiet cafe somewhere in San Francisco. The significant others of our Hapless Heroes are gathered around an outside table, chatting away and playing Settlers of Catan.
Amanda: Shouldn't they be here by now? I told Jon to meet us here a half hour ago.
Ali: You let him drive, didn't you.
Amanda: ...damn. You're right, I did. [sips coffee] Oh well.
Ali: Yup.
[CUT TO:]
Eric: ....and that's how we came to save the world once again from the Evil Natto Monster From Beyond Space!
Jon: WOW! That was neat!
Chris: Let's do it again sometime!
Amie: LET'S NOT.
Jon: ...
Chris: ...
FIJ: ...
ABBBSSNTD: ENOUGH WITH THE ELLIPSES ALREADY! Who do you think you are, Herb Caen?!??
All: Sorry!
[Cast of characters laugh, walking offscreen in slow motion as some retro music personally picked by Quentin Tarantino plays over the credits.]
THEEND.
Credits:
All Misfits and their spouses played themselves under duress, except for Jon, who was played by that horse from the See Grins RV place in San Martin. His current whereabouts are unknown at this time.
FIJ was played by Fred Wigglebottom.
All other characters played by the Rob Gronkowski Family Players.
Music by Silversun Pickups
This bit of silliness was written in short bursts throughout a particularly slow day at work. The author hopes that he won't get caught.
A Vanishing Misfit Production
...and the moral to this story is, sometimes I feel I've lost my spontaneity and silliness, but in retrospect, it's not that I've lost it, it's just that I've misplaced it and don't use it as often as I should. And yes, it's DEFINITELY worth bringing it back! :)
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