JackG2
17-06-2001, 06:10
WRATH OF THE PIXIE TWIN!
BY JACKG2.....THE STORYTELLER! KAZAM KAZEE! YEAH!
(T'was a rainy night outside. Pixie Pete was sitting in his favorite couch, eating his favorite food, watching his favorite show, sitting in his favorite Power Rangers underware.)
TV: Oh, Jessica, your evil twin tried to kill me.
TV: Well, she's a bitch. What'd ya expect?
Pixie Pete: This is a good show.
(The tele-phone rings. The answering mechine comes on. The other end hangs up. Pixie star69's the caller.)
Pixie Pete: Yes, SIR Pixie Pete here.
Tele-phone: You wish... heh.. heh.. heh
Pixie Pete: Who are you?
Tele-phone: You know who....
Pixie Pete: (gasp!) (dramatic music) It can't be!!! Your dead!!
Tele-phone: Heh.... you wish that too! I'm coming fer ya, Pixie boy. I heard about your promotion to mod on the forums. Now, I'm coming to congratulate you.... in my own speical way.... heh, heh, heh.
(The caller hangs up.)
Pixie Pete: By god...... what will I do?
(2 days later, the forums are having a party for Pixie about him becoming a mod.)
Firestorm: Well, it's good that you have become a mod, Pixie. At least I think it is.
Grumpy: Pixie becoming a mod is as bad as the day JackG2 joined.
Mori: Ewww... (shivers) Don't remind me of that day.
Arbitrator... or... uhh.. I'll just call him Arby: Well, all the mods are here for the party. Where's Pixie?
(Pixie comes stumbling in late, whereing a bullet proof vest and a army helmet.)
Toliet: Woah, Pixie, where's the war?
Pixie Pete: You don't understand. A guy is coming here. A very bad guy.
Arby: Well, if a bad guy is coming, why'd you come?
Pixie Pete: Well, I didn't want to miss a party celebrating me!
Firestorm: Figures.
(Pixie takes out a very big bat from under his vest.)
Pixie Pete: Okay, to ensure my protection, I will hit anyone with this bat if they touch me!
(Just then, Gopher walks in.)
Gopher: Hey! Pixie! The man of the hour!
(He slaps Pixie on the shoulder.)
(Pixie slaps Gopher's head with the bat, and he falls down.)
Grumpy: You killed him!
Pixie Pete: No I didn't. He's knocked out.
Grumpy: Ah, well. Remeber this, Pixie. If anyone's going to be hitting anyone around here, it's gonna be me.
(Pixie stares a long time at Grumpy.)
(Pixie takes the bat and starts bashing Grumpy on the head. All the other mods grab him and try to get him to calm down.)
Mr.666: Calm down, Pixie!
Pixie Pete: Well, he said if someone was going to get hit, it was going to be him!
Mr.666: No, he meant it the other way.
Pixie Pete: Oh..... sorry, Grumpy!
(Grumpy produces a moan for an answer.)
Firestorm: (looking awkward) Well, lets just bring out the cake.
(Mori and Arby go into the kitchen to get the cake.)
(They roll out with a very large cake, with the words, CONGRATS PENIS, FOR BEING IN A MOM.)
Mori: Uhhh.... the cake guy messed up the words.
Arby: He didn't get to keep the change. We assure you.
Firestorm: Okay, lets light the candles!
(They light the candles.)
(Then all the mods break into singing.)
All da mods: HAPPY MOD DAY TO YOU! HAPPY MOD DAY TO YOU! JENNY CRAIG SAYS YOUR BIGGER THEN THE CITY ZOO! HAPPY MOD DAY TO YOU!
Arby: (alone) How old are you? How old are.... oh, sorry.
Mori: Blow out the candles, Pixie.
(Pixie blows out the candles.)
Pixie Pete: Ah, thanks guys.
Arby: Mind you, your the one paying for the cake.
(Pixie looks at Arby for a good bit. Then he starts hitting him with tha bat.)
(The other mods restrain him.)
Mori: Now why'd you do that?
Pixie Pete: Take a wild guess! I'm not paying for a cake that I'm going to eat!
(Just then, the doorbell rings.)
Pixie Pete: Be careful! That could be him!
Firestorm: Who?
Pixie Pete: (sigh) My evil twin!! Pixie Peter!
Mori: O......K.....
Pixie Pete: It's true! I thought he died on that airplane to Sadua Arabia, but he hasn't! Now he wants to vist me!!!
Mori: What? Is he going to k.....
(The doorbell rings again.)
Pixie Pete: Okay, fine! I'll get it!
(Pixie opens the door and standing there is a ploice officer.)
Pixie Pete: Yes, officer?
Da cop: Are Mr. Pete?
Pixie Pete: Yes?
Da cop: Your under arrest.
Pixie Pete: What? Why?!
Da cop: Stealing.
Pixie Pete: Stealing? What'd I steal?
Da cop: Why.... my heart...
(The cop starts stripping.)
Mori: Surprise! It's and excotic dancer! They were all out of women, so we got you this guy instead.
(The cop starts dancing around Pixie.)
(Pixie bashes him with the bat.)
(They restrain him once more.)
Firestorm: I don't think we need to ask why he did that.
(Just then, Velvet walks in. He looks down at the naked stripper on the floor. Looks up to see Pixie, angry with a bat in his hands, and Firestorm and Mori holding him back.)
(Velvet looks on for a few more mintues, then leaves with an awkward face.)
Firestorm: Your lucky Velvet didn't say anything. If he did, that would mean he's mad, and you could lose a job.
Mori: Yeah, your lucky, Pixie.
(Just then, a evil looking copy of Pixie Pete busts down the door. He has something in his hand.)
Pixie Pete: Oh no! It's Peter!! (Pixie raises his bat.)
(Peter walks up to Pixie, takes the thing form under his hand, and hands it to Pixie.)
Pixie Peter: It's a congrats present brother. It's a cell-phone. So you can keep in contact with me and mum more. Well, I got to go. See you. And call mum. She's worried sick about you.
(Peter walks out.)
Firestorm: That was your evil twin?
Pixie Pete: Well..... uhhh.... he went through a lot of psycatric tests.
(At the same time, Mori and Firestrom grab the bat from Pixie and hits him upside the head. Pixie falls to the ground.)
Mori: let's go get a beer.
Firestorm: Hell yeah.
DA END!
Pixie Pete was not actully harmed in this story. But the stripper was. He was rushed to the hospital for serious brain wounds. Everyone else who got hit only got a hangover the next day.
BY JACKG2.....THE STORYTELLER! KAZAM KAZEE! YEAH!
(T'was a rainy night outside. Pixie Pete was sitting in his favorite couch, eating his favorite food, watching his favorite show, sitting in his favorite Power Rangers underware.)
TV: Oh, Jessica, your evil twin tried to kill me.
TV: Well, she's a bitch. What'd ya expect?
Pixie Pete: This is a good show.
(The tele-phone rings. The answering mechine comes on. The other end hangs up. Pixie star69's the caller.)
Pixie Pete: Yes, SIR Pixie Pete here.
Tele-phone: You wish... heh.. heh.. heh
Pixie Pete: Who are you?
Tele-phone: You know who....
Pixie Pete: (gasp!) (dramatic music) It can't be!!! Your dead!!
Tele-phone: Heh.... you wish that too! I'm coming fer ya, Pixie boy. I heard about your promotion to mod on the forums. Now, I'm coming to congratulate you.... in my own speical way.... heh, heh, heh.
(The caller hangs up.)
Pixie Pete: By god...... what will I do?
(2 days later, the forums are having a party for Pixie about him becoming a mod.)
Firestorm: Well, it's good that you have become a mod, Pixie. At least I think it is.
Grumpy: Pixie becoming a mod is as bad as the day JackG2 joined.
Mori: Ewww... (shivers) Don't remind me of that day.
Arbitrator... or... uhh.. I'll just call him Arby: Well, all the mods are here for the party. Where's Pixie?
(Pixie comes stumbling in late, whereing a bullet proof vest and a army helmet.)
Toliet: Woah, Pixie, where's the war?
Pixie Pete: You don't understand. A guy is coming here. A very bad guy.
Arby: Well, if a bad guy is coming, why'd you come?
Pixie Pete: Well, I didn't want to miss a party celebrating me!
Firestorm: Figures.
(Pixie takes out a very big bat from under his vest.)
Pixie Pete: Okay, to ensure my protection, I will hit anyone with this bat if they touch me!
(Just then, Gopher walks in.)
Gopher: Hey! Pixie! The man of the hour!
(He slaps Pixie on the shoulder.)
(Pixie slaps Gopher's head with the bat, and he falls down.)
Grumpy: You killed him!
Pixie Pete: No I didn't. He's knocked out.
Grumpy: Ah, well. Remeber this, Pixie. If anyone's going to be hitting anyone around here, it's gonna be me.
(Pixie stares a long time at Grumpy.)
(Pixie takes the bat and starts bashing Grumpy on the head. All the other mods grab him and try to get him to calm down.)
Mr.666: Calm down, Pixie!
Pixie Pete: Well, he said if someone was going to get hit, it was going to be him!
Mr.666: No, he meant it the other way.
Pixie Pete: Oh..... sorry, Grumpy!
(Grumpy produces a moan for an answer.)
Firestorm: (looking awkward) Well, lets just bring out the cake.
(Mori and Arby go into the kitchen to get the cake.)
(They roll out with a very large cake, with the words, CONGRATS PENIS, FOR BEING IN A MOM.)
Mori: Uhhh.... the cake guy messed up the words.
Arby: He didn't get to keep the change. We assure you.
Firestorm: Okay, lets light the candles!
(They light the candles.)
(Then all the mods break into singing.)
All da mods: HAPPY MOD DAY TO YOU! HAPPY MOD DAY TO YOU! JENNY CRAIG SAYS YOUR BIGGER THEN THE CITY ZOO! HAPPY MOD DAY TO YOU!
Arby: (alone) How old are you? How old are.... oh, sorry.
Mori: Blow out the candles, Pixie.
(Pixie blows out the candles.)
Pixie Pete: Ah, thanks guys.
Arby: Mind you, your the one paying for the cake.
(Pixie looks at Arby for a good bit. Then he starts hitting him with tha bat.)
(The other mods restrain him.)
Mori: Now why'd you do that?
Pixie Pete: Take a wild guess! I'm not paying for a cake that I'm going to eat!
(Just then, the doorbell rings.)
Pixie Pete: Be careful! That could be him!
Firestorm: Who?
Pixie Pete: (sigh) My evil twin!! Pixie Peter!
Mori: O......K.....
Pixie Pete: It's true! I thought he died on that airplane to Sadua Arabia, but he hasn't! Now he wants to vist me!!!
Mori: What? Is he going to k.....
(The doorbell rings again.)
Pixie Pete: Okay, fine! I'll get it!
(Pixie opens the door and standing there is a ploice officer.)
Pixie Pete: Yes, officer?
Da cop: Are Mr. Pete?
Pixie Pete: Yes?
Da cop: Your under arrest.
Pixie Pete: What? Why?!
Da cop: Stealing.
Pixie Pete: Stealing? What'd I steal?
Da cop: Why.... my heart...
(The cop starts stripping.)
Mori: Surprise! It's and excotic dancer! They were all out of women, so we got you this guy instead.
(The cop starts dancing around Pixie.)
(Pixie bashes him with the bat.)
(They restrain him once more.)
Firestorm: I don't think we need to ask why he did that.
(Just then, Velvet walks in. He looks down at the naked stripper on the floor. Looks up to see Pixie, angry with a bat in his hands, and Firestorm and Mori holding him back.)
(Velvet looks on for a few more mintues, then leaves with an awkward face.)
Firestorm: Your lucky Velvet didn't say anything. If he did, that would mean he's mad, and you could lose a job.
Mori: Yeah, your lucky, Pixie.
(Just then, a evil looking copy of Pixie Pete busts down the door. He has something in his hand.)
Pixie Pete: Oh no! It's Peter!! (Pixie raises his bat.)
(Peter walks up to Pixie, takes the thing form under his hand, and hands it to Pixie.)
Pixie Peter: It's a congrats present brother. It's a cell-phone. So you can keep in contact with me and mum more. Well, I got to go. See you. And call mum. She's worried sick about you.
(Peter walks out.)
Firestorm: That was your evil twin?
Pixie Pete: Well..... uhhh.... he went through a lot of psycatric tests.
(At the same time, Mori and Firestrom grab the bat from Pixie and hits him upside the head. Pixie falls to the ground.)
Mori: let's go get a beer.
Firestorm: Hell yeah.
DA END!
Pixie Pete was not actully harmed in this story. But the stripper was. He was rushed to the hospital for serious brain wounds. Everyone else who got hit only got a hangover the next day.