The Before Time... the long, long ago.

[Laurie]

These are scenarios from a scrapbook that was given to MCR back in probably 2006. LOL. Bex emailed this to me awhile back.

Most of these were written by Me, Danica, Bex, Nikki, and Starr. Other's submitted some as well, and they are marked. The one's who aren't marked, we didn't remember who wrote them.

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THE SCENARIO THAT WASN’T…OR WAS IT? Woah, wait, when did we start titling scenarios? Does the title automatically mean that it’s not a scenario? Or is it and all this time we’ve been neglecting titles which is of course essential to the art of scenario making? Hmm…oh well, thinking about this makes my brain hurt. Hey, is this too long to qualify as a title?

Lelly: Hey, if I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love; Honey, This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough For The Two Of Us; and You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison are short enough to all be titles of something, then that up there definitely qualifies as a title.
Bex: -shrugs- Okie dokey Mr. Pokey.
Starr: This isn’t how I planned to start out this thing.
Danica: What thing?
Starr: This thing.
Danica: Oh. Thanks for clearing that up.
Starr: No problem. Which is de nada for all you Spanish speaking folk.
Bex: Oh shit are Spanish speaking people reading this?! I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK IN SUBTITLES!
MCRmy:
Bex: Moving on. Hey speaking of on, is this thing on?
Danica: What thing?
Bex: This thing.
Danica: Oh. Thanks for clearing that up.
Bex: No problem. Which is de nada for all you-
Nikki: WOAHWOAHWOAH. Stop right there, missy. -rolls eyes- We’re not getting into an endless loop. I think you meant…is this thing on…as in…like…a…microphone? Or camera?
Bex: Oh. Yeah. Yeah, let’s.…let’s go with that.
Lelly: WAIT WE’RE BEING RECORDED?! NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS!
Danica: I didn’t know scenarios were recorded. I thought they were written.
Nikki: Hey did you know that you can tell if someone has a Jersey accent by the-
Starr: OMIGOD OKAY STOP. Let’s start over because if we keep going on like this, it’s going to end up like a disaster. Like…a Geico commercial.
Bex: -tears up- RIP the Geico thread!
Everyone: -shares a moment of silence-
Starr: Mmkay, starting over like NOW. Hi, boys!
Danica: -waves-
Starr: Wow, you did it! You managed to open the cover of this scrapbook!
Bex: -claps- Omigod YAY FOR YOU! Can we give them something? -jumps up and down- CAN WE GIVE THEM A COOKIE?! What kind of cookies do you think they like? Chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, peanut butter-
Starr: -facepalm-
Danica: GUYS. Okay. Stop.
Bex: But I-
Danica: -in a German accent- NO TALKING!!
Bex: I just-
Danica: NEHMEN SIE JETZT MICH ZUM SENAT!
MCRmy:
Danica:
MCRmy:
Danica:
Starr: Not today, Danica.
MCRmy: Huh?
Starr: About what she said. Not today, we’ve got far too much to do. You know, so little do to, so much time-WAIT. Strike that. Reverse it. Carry on.
MCRmy: You…you UNDERSTOOD THAT?
Starr: Selbstverständlich mache ich. Nach allen, bin ich fließend auf Deutsch. Meine Großmutter hat es zu mir nur vor Wagen in gelehrt 'Nam.
Subtitles: Of course I do. After all, I am fluent in German. My grandmother taught it to me just before venturing into 'Nam.
MCRmy: -backs away slowly-
Starr: Ahem. Anyhow, welcome to the scenario only scrapbook. We had so much fun with the Geico thread-
Everyone: -moment of silence-
Starr: --that we figured we’d send you more!
Bex: Yeah. Plus, we REALLY LIKE freaking you guys out.
Nikki: Scaring people is fun.
Lelly: Ten bucks says we can make Gee cry. I mean, what? I said…Uhhh…something in German. Yeah. Yeah let’s go with that.
Danica: Yeah we get pretty bored around the MCRmy.
Starr: Something about waiting to be updated about what happened at the british shows…
Bex: Yeah. Funny that NO ONE making these scenarios happens to be british.
Lelly: -throws british flags at the boys- SO YOU WON’T GET “HOMESICK!”
Starr: It’s about the accents, isn’t it? ISN’T IT? That’s why you love them more.
Danica: I could make some mean comments right now about the brits getting special treatment-
Bex: And getting chocolates-
Lelly: While Mikey STARVES!
Starr: -raises fist- YEAH!
Nikki: -slaps Starr- HUSH! Every other week it’s FOOD, FOOD, FOOD! GAH!
Danica: --But I won’t.
Lelly: Even though you pretty much just did.
Danica: -nods- Correct.
Starr: OKAY. HELLO PEOPLE. LISTEN TO ME.
Bex: You know Starr you don’t have to type in all caps, that whole thing about me being deaf was a joke-
Starr: -sigh- Can we just wrap this up?
Danica: …We never even got STARTED.
Starr: Shitshitshit.
Danica: Okay let’s start over. Hi, welcome to the scrapbook, blah blah blah.
Bex: WAIT WHAT HAPPENED? Omigod I wasn’t ready. Can we start over?
Nikki: No.
Bex: Oh. Okay well thanks for clearing that up.
Nikki: No problem. That’s de nada for all you-
Danica: NIKKI!
Nikki: Yo.
Danica: NO TALKING.
Nikki: -mocking voice- No talking.
Danica: -gets out butcher knife and brings it forcefully down-
Nikki: MEEP.
MCRmy:
Danica: -continues to shred lettuce- Who wants salad?
MCRmy:
Lelly: -looks at watch- It’s like ten in the morning, you can’t-
Danica: -gesticulating wildly with the butcher knife- I’ll do whatever I damn please!
Lelly: Yes ma’am.
Bex: -giggles- You just gesticulated!
Starr: What about Gee?
MCRmy:
Bex: Yeah! Yeah, what does he do? Like, does he Geesticulate?
Danica: I ASKED ABOUT SALAD! AND THE SENATE!
Lelly: You know what? Gerard hates you.
Danica:
Lelly: He says ‘fuck you Canadians.’
Nikki: No he doesn’t.
Lelly: Oh shit. Was that in a scenario?
MCRmy: Yeah, Lelly. Yeah that would be a scenario.
Lelly: Ah damn we’re getting ahead of ourselves then.
Nikki: Yeah, plus, Canadians are perfectly acceptable people who ride horses and wear red hats.
Starr: And we heart them, even though their school grading systems are on crack.
Random words appear where the subtitles earlier were: THE MORE YOU KNOW…
MCRmy:
Danica: -dicing eggs- Chefs salad alright for everyone?
Starr: -wrinkles nose- I HATE EGGS!
Danica: How can you hate eggs? I mean…I do, too. But we’ll ignore that. How?
Starr: I dunno. They’re so freaky.
Danica: Really?
Starr: No. But I don’t even like the word mediocre because it reminds me of eggs.
MCRmy: Uhm okay then.
Bex: I can’t stand salad. We should be eating breakfast instead!
Danica: I don’t want breakfast.
Breakfast Monkey: -flies into thread- -gasp!- OH NO! I LOVE THE BREAKFAST!
Danica: -ignores the Breakfast Monkey- Who wants cheese?
Breakfast Monkey: AN OMELET AND TOAST I CAN MAKE IT WITH CHEEEESE! -transforms salad into various breakfast foods-
Danica: What the FUCK?
Breakfast Monkey: IT’S DANISH! -flies around room- IT’S WAFFLES! -zoom- IT’S SYRUP! -zing- IT’S BAAAACOOON!
Danica: WHO BROUGHT THE MONKEY INTO THE SCENARIO?!
Starr: -scuffs foot- He’s…he’s so cute…
Breakfast Monkey: Breakfast is important and tasty!
Danica: BREAKFAST MONKEY I KEEL YOU DEAD! …Or I could just take you out of this scenario.
Breakfast Monkey: Oh no! -disappears with loud POOF noise-
Heidi: …Well great. Now I want pancakes.
Starr: -dances around- Pancakes and cream! They will make you big and strong, like the lumberjacks!
Danica: -breaks random pencils- STARR I SWEAR IF YOU DO NOT STOP BRINGING MONKEYS AND GERMAN INTO THESE SCENARIOS I WILL HURT YOU.
Starr: Bitch please.
Danica:
Starr: Sorry. Got a little G-unit on you there.
Lelly: Or the fro rap.
Danica: Now I wanna do Da Bob.
Starr: Ah, Da Bob.
Bex: No. The Happy Toast Song and Dance.
Danica: Da Bob.
Bex: Happy Toast Song and Dance.
Danica: DA BOB.
Bex: HAPPY TOAST!
Danica: DA BOB!!!!
Bex: TOAST!
Danica: BOB!
Bex: TOAST!
Starr: SCRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBBLE!!!!
MCRmy:
Starr: Okay. I am finishing this like now because I feel some salt water coming on. So really all we wanted to say is that this scrapbook is full of scenarios. They’re all organized by inside jokes we use in them, when they were written, who they were written by, the first word in the scenario, the last word in the scenario, how many times ‘way’ was said in there, and various flowers and herbs that only grow in Russia.
Lelly:
Starr: DON’T QUESTION ME!
Danica: The only problem is, is that all those different categories conflict each other. So everything keeps getting jumbled up and pretty soon it’s like we never organized anything at all, but rather just put a scenario wherever!
Bex: …Isn’t that what we really DID do?
Danica: …Uh, no.
Bex: Yes it is, I was there.
Danica: You know you really shouldn’t mumble when you speak because I CAN’T HEAR YOU.
Bex: YOU’RE LYING TO OUR BOYS!
Danica: THEY SAID ‘FUCK YOU CANADIANS!’
Lelly: THAT WAS ONLY GERARD!
Nikki: THAT WAS A SCENARIO!
Lelly: Oh yeah. -giggles- I keep forgetting.
Starr: Fuck it, I CONFESS! WE JUST JUMBLED THESE ALL UP, THERE’S NO ORDER TO THEM, OR OUR LIVES, OR THE MCRMY-
Nikki: You confess? Woah this reminds me of that one time-
Lelly: Where we found out that Starr was really Mi-
Starr: -pulls out knifey mcstabstab-
Lelly: --Starr. That Starr was really MiStarr. Yeah. New name there.
Starr: Good. And we are NOT even getting into the other four people here…who happen to be just exactly who they say they are. You know teenage girls. We’re…totally…like that…
MCRmy: Kay.
Starr: Mmkay. ^.^ Was there anything else we wanted to say?
Danica: Uhmm we had lots of fun creating these!
Bex: We hope you have fun reading these!
Lelly: -rolls eyes- Oh give it up we hope it scares them.
Nikki: LELLY! YOU DO NOT REVEAL OUR PLANS TO ANYONE. Remember last time this happened? We were ALL set to rescue Pansy and then NO. You have to go and tell everyone that you’re a ninja and BAM, we never see Pansy again.
Danica: -ignores Lelly and Nikki- Oh! And we turn these out like….like something that gets turned out really fast. I mean, we come up with a LOT of these. And they’re really easy, too, which is good because most of the army are pretty much retards.
Bex: We todd ded. -collapses in giggles-
Starr: …Yeah. But it’s also really easy to put you in scenarios. Because we’re all creative like that, yo. Like this…wait for it…wait for it…
MCRmy: ….
Starr: ……
MCRmy: …..
Starr: …….
MCRmy: ……….!??!?!?!!?!??!?!
Starr: ……BAM! You’re in a scenario.
Gerard: Woah. How’d I get here?
Starr: I’m typing this! WOOt. Type, type, type…Let’s have Gerard do something really funny. Uhmmm…AHA!
Gerard: -yodels-
Danica: -giggles- Ooh, more people!
Starr: Mmkay.
Ray: -sways from dizziness- WOAH. It feels weird to randomly appear in a scenario.
Frankie: Hell yeah it does!
Ray: Woah where’d you come from?
Frankie: From there.
Ray: From where? -looks around-
Frankie: From THERE.
Ray: Oh. Okay well thanks for clearing that up.
Frankie: No problem. Which is de nada for all you Spanish-
Mikey: FOOD! SPANISH FOOD! -wobbles from hunger-
Gerard: Shut up, Mikey.
Mikey: Yes’m.
Gerard: Yes’m? Yes..’m? DID YOU JUST CALL ME AN ‘M?
Mikey: Mmmm….M&M….-bites Gerard’s leg-
Gerard: GET HIM OFF, GET HIM OFF!
Danica: ….Er….yeah. And…and then the Belgium people were doomed.
MCRmy: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
MCR: Wtf?
Fro: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! THAT’S MY LINE!
Laurie: I KNOW!
MCR: Where did YOU come from?!
Laurie: -shrug- I come and go.
Bex: -whispers- She’s like…the wind…
Gerard: ….Kay.
Starr: Hello, Starshine! The Earth says HELLO!
Gerard: Wtfrank?
Starr: Random Charlie and the Chocolate Factory moment. Plus, I needed a reason to have one of you boys saying ‘wtfrank.’
Gerard: Because it’s…funny?
Nikki: Yes.
Gerard: ….Why?
Bex: It’s funny because it’s funny.
Frankie: Oh. Okay well thanks for clearing that up.
Starr: -pats Frank’s head- Now you’re catchin’ on. And no problem! That’s de nada for all you Spanish speaking folk.
Danica: Okay Gerard we have to talk.
Starr: No, we have to go.
Danica: WE HAVE TO TALK.
Starr: GO.
Danica: GO.
Starr: TALK. Wait. Fuck. -facepalm-
Danica: -giggles-
Starr: YOU ARE JUST LIKE MY MUM.
Danica: Really? NICE.
Starr: Uh, sure. In that case, I demand that you TAKE ME TO CANADA!
Danica: Oh, Canada is GREAT. You know I’m having fun creating merch here in Canada.
Heidi: WOOOO for being a merch girl! And a roadie!
Starr: -stamps the foreheads of Heidi and Danica- Yes, and you belong to ME and MY BAND. MINE.
MCRmy:
Danica: I know. Starr’s a crazy little bastar-I MEAN I LOVE JESUS!
MCR:
Starr: -scratches head- We should probably really stop this now.
Gerard: This is getting out of control.
Starr: WHAT’S OUT OF CONTROL IS YOUR SEEMING INABILITY TO FEED YOUR GOD DAMNED BROTHER. REALLY, YOU JUST LET HIM EAT. YOU DON’T HAVE TO FIX HIS MEALS. IT’S EASIER THAN FEEDING A CAT-
Bob: I like cats.
MCRmy: And we like Bob! SQUEE!
Danica: Well duh. It’s because he wins at life.
Nikki: Okay there’s so much more to say-
Bex: But we really haven’t the time.
Danica: Sorry, boys, so we’re leaving you here!
Starr: You boys need to get more sleep.
Bex: And new clothes. ESPECIALLY YOU, GERARD.
Laurie: I KNOW!
MCR:
Laurie: It’s what I DO, okay?! Sheesh.
Heidi: And eat your veggies!
Danica: Yes, mucho veggies. Listen to your army!
Nikki: Especially you, Frankie, grow big and strong-EAT YOUR GREENS!
Starr: Mikey, EAT ANYTHING! SOMETHING! EVERYTHING!
Mikey: -salutes-
Bex: I…I don’t want this scenario to end.
Lelly: It has to end SOMETIME.
Bex: I DON’T WANT IT TO!
Heidi: It’s like Gerard with the kickball thing. You know, honey-it’s gone. Let it go.
Bex: I feel like we’ll never see them again! Or…something…
Danica: Of course they will!
Starr: Yeah. Try the next page.
Bex: There’s so much we didn’t say.
Nikki: We’ll write more scenarios to say it.
Bex: They’ll skip to the end.
Danica: That’s cheating, though. ZOMFGZ WHY WOULD THE BOYS CHEAT?!?!?!
Lelly: -shrug- Well, they all cheat at cards.
Bex: And the checkers are lost.
Starr: My cellmate’s a killer
Heidi: They made me do pushups in-
MCRmy: DRAG!
Danica: Aww, sing alongs are the best. Well, while we’re on the subject of drag, Germans, and the fact that I love pineapple-
Lelly:
Danica: Well I do. Ahem. It’s time to go!
Bex: Huggles like WOAH!
Starr: AND READ ALL OF THESE!
Heidi: Because we REALLY need to talk.
Laurie: …-walks back into scenario- How do we end this, though? It’s gone on for so long…
MCRmy: -thinks- …. AHA!
Danica: Perfect.
Starr: Perfecto, for all you Spanish speaking folk.
MCRmy: AHH! WE’VE GOT SALT WATER IN OUR EYES!
Danica: Yeah. Let's... let's go with that.

/fin.

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Gerard: -in Darth Vader costume- Mikey...-breathe breathe- I am your father!!
Mikey: Uhm, no. You're my brother.
Gerard: -removes mask- How'd you know it was me?
Mikey: Your brown shoes, dude. They were a dead giveaway.
Gerard: ...shit.
Mikey: I told you they don't go with black...
Gerard: I am SO putting this in my diary. -rushes off-
Mikey: -rolls eyes- Loser.

- Written By: Bex.

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Danica: *Goes on P.A System* Frank Iero to the venue entrance. That's Frank Iero to the venue entrance.
*Frank shows up*
Frank: Are you the one that paged me?
Danica: Umm... sure.
Frank: What is it?
Danica: Your.. mom.. is in this box. Come in and see her.
Frank: MOM?!?! *hops in box*
*Danica traps Frank inside*
Danica: MWAHAHAHA! SUCKA M-C!
Frank: Hey.. what the hell?! LET ME OUT! Gerard! Help me!
Gerard: I can't. I'm too busy looking at myself in the mirror. MIKEY! Where did you put the removable cap lipgloss?!
Mikey: By the dresser!
Frank: Where are we going?
Danica: Bex, Starr and Nikki's houses of course.
Frank: Oh..
*Danica drives up to the border*
Border Man: What's in that box? Why is it moving?
Danica: It's.. my new cat, Franny.
Border Man: How come it isn't meowing?
Danica: It is... *kicks box*
Frank: WOOF!
Border Man: Why is your cat woofing?
Danica: It's not. That was an optical illusion.
Border Man: I think I may need to check inside that box.
Danica: Uh.. you can't. Too much salt water. Sorry.
Border Man: Miss, you'll need to pull o--
Danica: SALT WATER!!! *drives away*
Frank: Mwahahaha.
Danica: Shut up and let me call the one you call "Gee".
*Danica calls up Gerard*
Gerard: Hello?
Danica: *says in German accent* I have the short one.
Gerard: Oh great. Did you put ketchup on it like I asked?
Danica: ....
Frank: ....
Frosty The Snowman: ....
George Bush: .... Boy, look at that pink one. She's a cutie.
Danica: If you do not come and get him soon, I will make him wear high-heeled shoes.
Frank: OOOOOOOH THE HORROR!!
Gerard: Okay so where are you?
Danica: McDonalds drive-thru, want anything?
Gerard: I'll have a chicken burger.
Danica: No sorry. You're too young. You're getting a kids meal. With no cheese. Only big kids get cheese.
Gerard: I'M BIG! I WANT CHEEEESE! *cries*
Danica: If you keep acting up, I'll tell them to put no Barbie toy in.
Gerard: *pouts* FINE! *hangs up the phone*

Written by: Danica.

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How many members of MCR does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Let's see...
//
-the boys are all huddled together-

Gerard: Okay guys. We've gotta get this -pulls out lightbulb- up there. -points to socket overhead-
Frankie: -bites fingernails nervously- But...it's so high up!
Bob: Not really, Frank, you're just short.
Frankie: -pouts-
Gerard: Okay first I think we should get a chair and--
Ray: -interrupts- How come YOU get to be the one calling the shots?
Gerard: Because I'm the frontman.
Ray: Hmmph. You're always the leader. I say it's time for a change of plans.
Bob: Yeah. Let's vote on it.
Gerard: -grumble- Fine. All in favor of me being the leader, say 'aye'. All in favor of me not being the leader, say 'aye'. All in favor of me not not being the leader, say 'aye'.
Frank: Wait...what?
Bob: -whacks Gerard with sticksofdoom-
Gerard: OW. MOTHER FUCKER. -lunges at Bob, dropping the lightbulb-
Ray: -catches the bulb, looks up and reaches to screw it in while Bob and Gerard fight-
Frank: NO!! -lunges at Ray-
Ray: What the fuck is wrong with you???
Frank: I wanted to screw in the lightbulb, biatch!
Ray: Geeze. It's a lightbulb. You're getting almost as bad as Gerard. We should call you "Gerard #2". Or "The Other Gerard". Or maybe "The Non-Microphone-Eating Gerard".
Frank: GRRR. -lunges at Ray again-

-Ray and Frank's fight blends with Bob and Gerard's fight, creating one big fight o'MCRness-

-lightbulb slowly and quietly rolls away from the carnage, coming to rest at Mikey's feet-

Mikey: What have we here? -picks up lightbulb- ...FOOD! ^_^ -goes to bite lightbulb-
Gerard: -looks over the heads of his battling bandmates at Mikey- MIKEY! NO!!!
Mikey: Aw, but Geeeeee...
Gerard: Mikey...OW! RAY YOU'LL FUCKIN PAY FOR THAT!...you can't eat a lightbulb!!
Mikey: And why not?
Gerard: Well aside from the fact that you're NOT ALLOWED TO EAT ANYTHING...FRANK! STOP CHEWING ON MY LEG LIKE NOW!!...the glass will cut up your tummy, mister!
Mikey: Oh. -_-
-shrugs, calmly walks over to the light socket, reaches up and tries to screw in the lightbulb-
Mikey: Dammit...-brings arm down-...too...hungry...to screw in a light...bulb...-faints-

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In a world where (almost) every rap artist is black...

He struggled to get known, he was hidden in the tortured soul of a comic artist gone rocker...

With a knock on the head he will emerge...

Mikey: *running and slams a door.*
Gerard: COME BACK! *runs into door.* ARGH!
Mikey: *opens door.* you.. okay?
Gerard: huh? what... i....*blinks.*
Mikey: g-gerard?
G-unit: G-G-G-GERARD UNIT! Yo, brutha whats happenin'? why you be trippin', g?
Mikey: w..t..f..
G-unit: man, i wuz jes' tryin' tah ask 'ya why you be trippin, dawg?
Mikey: g-gerard.. what's wrong?
G-unit: naw, man.. you got it wrong. i'm g-unit, yo! gerard unit... get it right, ho.
Mikey: where the the fuck is my god damn... I KNOW... brother.

He will get some homies...

G-unit: yo, dawg. its g-unit, cuz.
Jay-z: oh. you're white, man.
G-unit: yeah, dawg. we met at the vmas.
Jay-z: gerard way, dawg?
G-unit: naw, man. its g-unit.
Jay-z: crackah, why you be trippin.
G-unit: naw, naw, i'm straight.

He will bust some caps...

G-unit: *shoots gun at a teddy bear*
Teddy bear:
G-unit: WHAT NOW BITCH.

Coming to theaters 2006...

Gerard Way is...

Pretty Fly For A Emo Guy!

G-unit: SEE IT OR I'LL BREAK MAH FOOT OFF IN 'YO ASS.

In theaters everywhere.. this film has not been rated.

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FRANNY'S FANNY.

Lelly: Hello everyone and welcome to Franny's Fanny. I'm your host Lelly.
Bex: And I'm your co-host, Bex.
Lelly: Today we have special guests!
Bex: That's correct, Lelly. VERY special guests. So special, it brings a salted watery tear to my eye.
Lelly: *diligently laughs* Oh yes. Let's go to a commercial break and after the break, we'll be here with MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!

*Cheers and applause*

**BACKSTAGE**

Bob: Hahaha. Franny's Fanny. Funny.
Frank: Do you think this has anything to do with the Rmy's nickname for me?
Ray: Probably. They should've named it Fro's Fanny.
Gerard: I don't like that, Ray.
Bob: Oh Gerard, You are SUCH a sourpuss.
Mikey: PUSS IN BOOTS!! *giggles*
Gerard: Mikey, shut up.
*Lelly and Bex walk in*
Bex: SUP GEE-UNIT!
Bob: YO YO YO! HOMMIE WORD UP YO! FORT LAUDERDALE TO THE RESCUEEE!! G-G-G-G- UNITTTT!
Everyone:
*Bob sits back down and straightens himself out*
Lelly: Okay we're on in five.
Bob: *puts on professional looking glasses* Now is that five minutes past the hour? Or five minutes according to the Netscape digital time clock located at www.netscapedigitaltimeclock.com?
Everyone: ..
Lelly: ..Umm.. err.. see you out there guys!

**BACK ONTO THE SHOW**

Bex: Welcome back everyone!
Lelly: Here we are with My Chemical Romance! Come on out guys!
*MCR runs out*
Gerard: *is thinking 'I am so cool.'* Hey everyo-- *trips over cord and falls*
Bob: *stops and laughs* Gerard fell.
Mikey: *runs over and helps Gerard up* You okay, sweetcheeks?
Gerard: ...I will not send you away if you promise to never call me that again.
*Everyone gets organized and sits down*
Lelly: Okay. So boys. Tell us. How is the tour going?
Ray: Well Lel--
Gerard: *cuts Ray off* I THINK it's going really well!
Laurie: *jumps up and down* I HAVE A FUCKING QUESTION! OVER HERE! OVER HERE!
Bex: Okay. Question from the audience.
Laurie: Sup at MCR! Okay so my question is, what is the REAL name to 'Shut Up And...'?
*MCR thinks*
Bob: Well, umm.. Mikey?
Mikey: How the hell should I know? I don't talk. Or smile for that matter. I'M EMOTIONLESS!! LONG LIVE THE MIKEY! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
Frank: I guess it's up to your imagination.
Laurie: So.. it could be like.. "Shut Up And MIKEY ATE THE REST OF THE TITLE OMFGZ WTFZ!" ??
Gerard: If.. you.. want..
Starr: HEY GERARD! GUESS WHAT!
Gerard: *smiles happily* WHAT?!
Starr: CHICKEN BUTT!! HAHAHAHAHA! *Runs away*
Lelly: Oooookay. Umm.. I think..
Gerard: Who wants to go paintballing?
Frank: Is this show named after me?
Bob: Lelly and Bex want your fanny!
Danica: *just randomly shows up* I have an Aunt Fanny. (I actually do lmfao)
Bex: I think this interview is over.
Lelly: Yeah. Now to Danica with the weather.

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Danica: Well, it seems that it'll be pretty cloudly around the maritimes...
*Fro randomly shows up on a motorcycle*
Fro: IT'S GON' RAIN!
Danica: Nicely said, Mr.Fro. Back to you Bex and Lelly.

*All choas on the stage of Franny's Fanny*
Bob: AHHH! FRANK YOU'RE ON MY SHOE!
Gerard: THAT'S MY SHOE!
Frank: SOMEONE IS TOUCHING MY FANNY!
Starr: HAHA! FRANK SAID FANNNNNY!!
*Everyone stops*
Bob: Who wants to go to Taco Bell?
*Everyone runs away except Gerard*
Gerard: Hey can you flip that view screen around? I think I've got salt water in my eye.
MCRmy Soldiers: HEY! YOU!
Gerard: Shitshitshit.
MCRmy Soldiers: NO WE JUST WANT TO TALK!
Gerard: But you have brooms!!
MCRmy Soldiers: We just.. want to sweep your floors!!
*Mikey eats the rest of the show*
Mikey: Mmmmm. Cable television.

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Bob: And as we watch the african american tree frogs dance to the rhythm of the rain, we can hear their silent chirps calling.
AA Tree Frog: MEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP!
Bob: *drops mic* HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! NO ONE EVER TOLD ME IT WOULD BE SO GOD DAMN LOUD! HOLY MOSES! You gave me a HEARTATTACK!
Frog: Sorry DB.
Bob: It's alright. But you owe me.
Frog: Owe you what though?
Bob: 10 metres.
Frog: How the hell can I do that?
Bob: You think you're pretty smart. YOU THINK OF IT!
Frog: I don't have a brain.
Bob: Is your fathers name Lynol?
Frog: Actually, it's Lynol.
Bob: Okay thanks for clearing that up.
Frog: ...
Bob: ...??
Frog: ...?!?!?!
Bob: ...?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!
Frog: ...?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Bob: ...And now to the Fro with the weather.
Fro: IT'S GON' RAIN!
Bob: kthx.

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Mikey: Guys! We have 13268763564465 emails from the soldiers!
Bob: MIKEY WAY! GET OFF NOW!
Mikey: *shrug* Why?
Bob: Never ask questions.
Mikey: Psh, fine.
Bob: *reads* WTF! They want us to play a show... a PRIVATE show... just for them!
Gee: *walks in* Really? I KNEW IT! They just CAN'T get enough of my hottness!!!! Bwahahaha-
*sticks of doom hit him*
Gee: DAMN YOU!
Bob: *whistles* What?!
Gee: *grumbles*
Ray: HEY! So, shall we?
Frankie: Uh, no.
Ray: Why not, Mr... *snort* IN A BLANKET!!! *giggles*
*rest of boys giggle*
Frankie: ...You whores! *whimpers and runs away*
Gee: I think we should I mean... they're the Rmy. They love us! Or, actually, they don't. Remember that Tiff chick?
Ray: And Starr.
Bob: And... and... ok so I think we should make them suffer a little more. Clearly changing the name to the new song wasn't enough to drive them crazy.
Mikey: And Frankie's last name wasn't enough either. I mean, the only reason why Frankie changed his last name to Iero was to confuse the army.
Gee: Haha! Yeah, if only they knew his real last name is-
Bob: HUSH CHILD! For their ears are always listening.
Ray: Bob has gone... loco.
Bob: Not as crazy as your hair..
Fro: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Gee: Yeah, Frankie's last name used to be-
*fro eats Gee*
Bob: IT'S A SIGN! I know those darned things are around here somewhere!!!
*Bob turns invisible*
Ray: Bob?
Mikey: He's... walking around... I can hear him.
*Bob's voice*: AHA!
*Bob appears grabbing Danica from her leg*
Bob: I KNEW THERE WAS SOMEONE IN HERE THAT ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE!
Danica: I... leave me alone! I... I was just looking for my special cup!
Ray: Wut the...
*Danica runs to Ray and jumps in the fro*
*You can hear Danica and Gee struggling*
Gee: GIVE ME BACK MY MIRROR!
Danica: GIVE ME BACK MY CUP!
Gee: I DON'T HAVE IT!
Danica: ME NEITHER!
*Keep fighting*

*Back in the world*
Bob: So, I still think we should do this thing for them. Right?
Ray: Whatever, as long as I can still rock Curly Sue.
Mikey: *lightens up* YES! That means I get to eat!

*Gee from a distance*: OH HELL NAW! OH NONONONO! Not that Starr girl feeding you again! And that... that Bex!!

Mikey: *mumbles* It was just a scribble...
Gee: I HEARD THAT!
Ray: *sigh* I hope Curly Sue doesn't throw Gee up until the next millenium.
Bob: I don't think YOU will be alive.
Ray: And what makes you think you will?
Bob: I'm a vampire. It comes along with the "Diabobical Bob Manual for Dummies". Duh.
Mikey: *emosigh* If only there was a world where everything around you was made out of candy... *lightbulb* CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY!
Ray: Oh no, he's gone mental again!
*Mikey starts to slowly move, not enough energy to run around, haha*
Bob: Oh well, I'll just reply to all these emails saying that we lost our bassist... deal?
Ray: Deal.
Gee: DEAL!
Frankie: Oh you bitches!

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mikey: *sneaking around the bus.*
others: *asleep*
mikey: *walks to a cabinet where they keep random food items.* muhahaha. food.
gerard: *leaning against wall holding flashlight. flicks it on.* mikey. what are you doing.
mikey: GAH! erm.. just looking at the food.
gerard: why?
mikey: um.. because?
gerard: you weren't thinking of eating it.. WERE YOU?!?!
mikey: no. no. no. not at all. *waves and smiles.*
frank: *busts in.* HOLY RUSTED METAL GERARD! MY TWIZZLERS HAVE GONE MISSING AND I LOVED THEM BECAUSE.. they were from starr.
gerard: *gasp* OH NO!
mikey: *looks away.* who could have taken them.
gee and frank: *look at mikey.* MIKEY.
mikey: ...
gerard: if you have them. i won't get mad. i promise. just hand them over.
mikey: * hands them over. *
gerard: THATS IT! YOU ARE NOT EATING EVER! NOT EVEN FOR THANKSGIVING! WHAT NOW!

Written by: Laurie.

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gerard: *staring at the computer screen.*
frank: what are you looking at?
gerard: the Rmy boards.
frank: how many times have we told you to stay off there?
gerard: no. but look..geico commercials.. with us.
frank: you know. these people are gonna notice that you are on there.
gerard: you know what? they know about your twizzler obsession.
frank: they know what you do to mikey.
gerard: well.. they know more stuff about you.
frank: no they don't.

*they argue. random drums sticks strike them in the head. *

both: OW. MOTHER FUCKER.
bob: STFU LIKE NOW.
ray: yeah, we are trying to sleep. and its hard enough with mikey clanging that cup against the bars.
mikey: *clank. clank.* help.
gerard: mikey. i will take the cup away.
frank: dude. you for real need to take care of him.
gerard: I WILL TREAT HIM HOW I DAMN WELL PLEASE.

*phone rings.*

gerard: *blink. answers.* hello?
gerard's mommy: gerard, honey?
gerard: oh.. shit.. i mean, hi mom.
mommy: you know, i was on the internet. looking up things about my boys.
gerard: yeah, and?
mommy: i see that you don't feed mikey.
gerard: DOH. yeah.. okay. i totally do momma.
mommy: don't lie to me.
gerard: i'm not lying.
mikey: YES HE IS MOMMY!! I AM SOO HUNGRY. ITS BECAUSE OF THE TANG.
mommy: gerard, honey, that was sooo long ago. can't you let go?
gerard: BUT MOM!
mommy: gerard.
gerard: MOM!
mommy: gerard.
gerard: mom.
mommey: let it go.
gerard: *sigh* okay.
mommy: feed mikey. love you. bye.
gerard: yeah. ditto. *hangs up.*
mikey: let me out. ha ha. you got in trouble.
gerard: i am 28 yrs old. i don't have to listen her. i win.
mikey: *pout.*
bob: *whispers to mikey.* dude, you are making it seem like i don't feed you.
mikey: its all show, dude.

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gerard: hah. the thread died. *laughs*
mikey: gerard, wtf. i thought ray blocked you from MCRmy boards because it was starting to get weird.
gerard: i know his password.
mikey: HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT? *tummy rumble.* gah. can't yell.. lack of food.
gerard: its the only piece of paper his fro hasn't eaten. and it says, ' fro. ' on it.
mikey: ... thats dumb. his password is fro?
gerard: yeah.
ray: gerard? are you on the Rmy boards?
gerard: no. ... *looks at the computer screen.* ... no. *minimizes the screen.*
ray: ... how did you get my password. *the fro grows in rage.*
gerard: *blink and point.* how did you do that?
ray: *angry* how did you get my password?
fro: SPEAK FOOL! IF YOU DO NOT I SHALL ENGULF YOU WHOLE.
gerard: *blink.*
ray: *blink.*
mikey: *blink.* meep.
fro: SPEAK.
gerard: it was in your diary...
ray: YOU READ MY DIARY!
gerard: dude. you read mine.
ray: but thats different. mine was hidden... in my fro.
fro: yeah, INSIDE OF MY HEDGES OF DOOM!!!
gerard: i just reached in and grabbed it. it wasn't that hard.
fro: .. that means my defences are down. DOOOOOM ON YOOOOOOU.
gerard: you know, ray, you need to cut that thing. i think its getting a mind of its own.
bob: *walks in sipping on a capri-sun. and waves.* ^_^
mikey: *sniffs.* is that citrus?
gerard: WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO BRING UP TANG EVERYTIME I GET ON THE BOARDS?
ray: YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T ON THE BOARDS!
gerard: I LIED, FUCK FACE.
ray: ...
mikey: IT WAS A SCRIBBLE.
ray: ... *emotear* gerard....
gerard: it was a masterpiece.
ray: .... *tugs gerard's sleeve.*... gee.
gerard: what?
ray: ... *cry.* you... *sniff.* you... called me.. a mean name.
gerard: ugh.. i'm sorry. okay. here have a twizzler. *holds out a twizzler*
frank: *falls from the ceiling, like a ninja and snatches the twizzled.* MINE.
ray: *pout.*
mikey: hey, i'll go.. you know, with you ray.. to get more. and maybe we can get some tostitos?
gerard: NOOOOO.
bob: ... sometimes.. i wonder why i even decided to be in this band.
other guys: *emotear* BUT BOB...
bob: okay.. i'll make steaks.. but not for mikey.
gerard: YES. woo. oh yeah, HAHA MIKEY.

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The MCRmy presents...an epic motion picture for the ages...

You'll laugh...

Gerard: Yo! Whaddup my nizzle fo shizzle?
Frankie: ...wait...what did you just call me? O.o
Gerard: No idea.
Frankie: O.o
Gerard: Don't be hatin'...

You'll cry...

Ray: No...you've...you've got to hold on...NO...NOOO...don't do this to me!! -drops on knees- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! -sobs-
Bob: Let it go, Ray. It was his time.
Ray: -sniffle- But...but...-sob, cry- IT'S NOT FAIR!! -sobs-
Bob: Ray, we've all got to lose something sometime...
Ray: But my warrior was my best character!! He can't just DIE in battle like that...no...no...-cries-
Bob: Face it. I pwned your ass.

You'll...uh...wonder just what the hell we were thinking...

Mikey: La la la...I love toast...-does the Happy Toast Dance-
Gerard: MIKEY!! NO FOOD FOR YOU!! EVER!!
Mikey: -pouts- Aw, c'mon, Gerard...
Gerard: No. And I mean it. Now get in your bunk.
Mikey: -lip quivers- Gee...c'mon...just this once...
Gerard: NO!! IN!! -shoves Mikey in bunk and locks the bars-
Mikey: -picks up cup, clangs it against the bars- Noooobodyy knoooows...the trouble I seen...
Gerard: STFUlikeNOW or I will take the cup away. And your sporks, too.
Mikey: Fucker. I'm telling Mommy.
Gerard: Like hell you will. And don't use words like that, mister. -walks away- (hee..I said...oh, you know.)
Mikey: -sticks tongue out-

Coming this Decembruary to theaters everywhere except Utah...

...uh...

...erm...

...yeah, it's not only not yet rated, but also not yet titled. How 'bout that?

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gerard: *stares blankly at computer screen.*
mikey: dude, are you okay?
gerard: ... you know the answer to that.. but anyway, look.. this thread keeps dying but this girl keeps bringing it back to life.
mikey: ;; why won't she just let it die?
gerard: they've had soo many threads like that die?
mikey: like what?
gerard:... *sigh* a thread where they write scenarios about us.
mikey: ... what if they write one about this?
both: *blink* ... NAH.
gerard: hah. that'll never happen. just like they couldn't possibly know about ray's fro eating all your food.
mikey: ah. gerard how long has it been since you pressed refresh?
gerard: about an hour, why?
mikey: maybe they replied.
gerard: *smile* kay.

*they both read the screen.*

both: O__O;; how did they know about this and ray's fro?
mikey: holy shit, someone has a hidden camera. i know its here.
gerard: EEP! DO YOU THINK THEY'VE SEEN EVERYTHING THATS HAPPENED IN THE BUS.
mikey: .. gerard.. what have you done on the bus.
gerard: ... nothing.
mikey: gerard.
gerard: mikey.
mikey: .. i wonder about you sometimes. *walks off.*
gerard: I LOVE YOU!!! YOUR MY FAVORITE BROTHER!!
mikey: *hollers back.* I'M YOUR ONLY BROTHER DUMBASS. Jesus, i swear.

Written by: Laurie.

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-Ray and Gerard are walking along-

Ray: -trips- OUCH!!
Gerard: Whoa, you okay man?
Ray: I'm fine. Just...gah.
Gerard: -looking around- What'd you trip on? I don't see anything around...
Ray: I just tripped I guess.
Gerard: -shrug-
Ray: I blame you.
Gerard: Me?? What'd I do??
Ray: Nothing, really. I just blame you.
Gerard: But...but why?? -emotear-
Ray: Because. You're you.
Gerard: Maaaaannnn...so not fair. -cries-
Ray: are you...crying?
Gerard: No...no...I've just got saltwater in my eye...and...a...bird just smacked into our bus's window.
Ray: Well we do use Windex.
Gerard: -nods-
Ray: But I still blame you.
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MCR LEARNING THE MOVES TO "DA BOB"

Mikey: WAIT! Stop. I don't get step four!
Gerard: Mikey, you're SO stupid! All you have to do is shake your hips like this.
Mikey: Like this?
Gerard: No. Like this.
Mikey: I just did it like that.
Gerard: No, you're hips don't move like mine.
Mikey: Well just because I didn't take 3 years worth of salsa lessons DOESN'T mean I can shake my hips!!
Gerard: -_- You fail.

Written by: Danica.

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Gerard: Okay, Mikey, we've already got too many people on this stage playing guitars, and we don't want you to hurt anybody. So you can just stand up here by Bob and play this tambourine.
Mikey: But...but...I don't know how to play a tambourine.
Gerard: Anybody can play a tambourine. Just shake it and hit it every now and then.
Mikey: But won't it sound weird? A tambourine with all these guitars and drums?
Gerard: Mikey. We have two drummers, four guitarists, and me and Bert screaming. Add in the roar of the crowd, and do you really think anyone will hear it?
Mikey: -pouts- So...I don't even get to really do anything? Why am I even on stage?
Gerard: It would look suspicious if you weren't there. The MCRmy harps on me enough as it is...I don't need them griping about you not being there.
Mikey: Sigh...fine.
Gerard: Good, good. Just don't fall off this step thingy.
Mikey: If you're so afraid I'll fall off, why even put me up here?
Gerard: So nobody can trip on you, of course. Dur.
Mikey: Gee, you're such a...
Laurie: -pops out of nowhere- I KNOW!

- Bex.

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Bert: Okay so who wants to play the bass and who wants to play the tambourine?
Jepha: Oh I'll play the tamborine.
Mikey: No you won't.
Jepha: Yes I will.
Mikey: No you won't.
Jepha: .
Mikey: Bitch please.
*Quinn hands Jepha the tambourine*
Mikey: Quinn, I thought we had something.
Quinn: Sorry Mikey. *bows head in shame*
Mikey: So what.. everyone's.. GOING AGAINST ME?! *tears swell up in eyes*
Gerard: Mikey it's not like that.
Mikey: *Goes all vicious* WELL I'M NOT GOING DOWN LIKE THAT! *jumps on Jepha*
Jepha: AHH WTF MIKEY?!
Bert: Save it for the bedroom ladies!
Mikey: GIVE ME THE FUCKING TAMBORINE!
Jepha: NO!
Mikey: GIMME IT YOU JERKFACE!!!!!!!!
Jepha: Ahhhhhh!
Mikey: *takes Jepha and throws him out the window* There.
Everyone:
*Mikey grabs tambourine and starts playing*

Written by: Danica.

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gee: hmm... apply smoothly and evenly to lips... *attempts to put on lipgloss*
frankie: dude, wtf are you doing?
gee: STFUlike now! I'm putting on lipgloss!
frankie: umm... you might want to take the cap off first. See? Warning: has removeable cap.
gee: well, if you HAVE to take the cap off, why isn't it in the directions?
frankie:...dude, you're such a..
laurie: I KNOW!
frankie: where did she come from?
gee: no idea. Now help me get the cap off of this damned thing.
Mikey: Hey guys have you seen the hair gel-- WHOA! What's going on HERE?!
Gerard: Fucking lipgloss. *chucks across the room*
Mikey: HEY! That's 'Mocha Chip'!! *opens lipgloss and applys*
*Gerard and Frank gasp in awe*
Frank: HOW DID YOU DO THAT WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE INSTRUCTIONS?!?!
Mikey: *whisps back hair* It's just like, SO simple!
Laurie: I KNOW!
Everyone: Who ARE you?
Laurie: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! *jumps out window*
Gerard: Mikey, it's time for you to leave.
*The Fro nods*
Mikey: *hand on hip* Who put YOU in charge?
*Fro eats Mikey*
Mikey in Fro: Hey! I found a penny!
Frank: Find a penny pick it up. Then all that day you'll have good luck!
Gerard: *throws lipgloss at Franks head*
*Mikey gets out of Fro*
Mikey: OMFG FINALLY!!
Bob: *stamps Mikeys' hand* That's for free entry.
Mikey: You're so fucking weird.
Bob: It's all in the perfume.
Everyone:
Frank: Does anyone smell fruit passion?
*Everyone turns to Bob*
Bob: OMFGZ! YOU NOTICED!

Written by: Nikki + Danica.

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Frank: *spits at Danica in crowd*
Danica: Francis Anthony. *stops the whole show*
Gerard: What the f--
Danica: No shut up. I have to talk to you later about a certain verse in a certain song. And... your brown shoes.
Frank: What did I do?
Danica: You spit on me. What is the meaning of this?
Frank: I .. uh.. uh.. it was Mikey!
*Goes to shot of Mikey playing with a train set*
Danica: YOU'RE LYING!
Frank: Okay then it was Gerard!
*Goes to shot of Gerard groping himself with the mic in his mouth*
Danica: He's busy at the moment...
Bob: Please leave a message after the beep.. BEEP.
Everyone:
Bob: I felt I needed to add something into this conversation. JUST incase it goes under strict regulation if you guys fist fight.
Ray: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Bob: Flight #13 is now boarding. All passengers to the front gate.
Everyone:
Frank: Lay off the vitamins.
Bob: I like the Flintstone chewable ones!! *rocks back and forth*
Bex and Lelly: *come up on stage and carry Bob away in a lobster cage*
Gerard: I'm SUPA FLY!
Bex: This concludes todays' segment of Franny's Fanny.
Lelly: Tune in next week when Mikey meets Chucky Cheese!
Mikey: NOO! HE'S GONNA EAT ME!!!!!!
Bob: I will save you. I know tai chi!
Lelly: Do you?
Bob: Yeah. One time, I performed an exorcism on a mouse.
Gerard: It's true he did!

Written by: Danica.
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-Gerard is sleeping in his bunk-
Gerard: -wakes up, stretches, yawns, thinks- Hm. You know, I feel pretty...urban today. I think I'll go gangsta for today. Wonder what they'll think.
-gets dressed in a New Jersey T-shirt (size quadruple-XL), baggy, baggy jeans that hang so low you can see all of his Wolverine boxers, several thick chains around his neck, and to top it off, an upside-down sideways visor.-
-walks out to the kitchen portion of the bus, where the others are all eating breakfast, except Mikey who is locked in a cage-like playpen (for during the daytime, teehee)-

G-unit: YO! What up, my homie-G dawgs? We be chillin' on the east si-eede, son! Y'all listen whiles I freestyle for a minute, yo.
Breakfast be tha most important meal of tha day
Without it, you'd witha away
Like my li'l brutha here, he done get no food
So the rest o' the day, he be trippin' in a bad mood!
Ray: O_____O -blink-
Frankie: -spits out cereal in shock-
Bob: -chokes mid-sip on coffee-
Mikey: -momentary pause, then points and laughs hysterically at his brother-
Gerard: Pft. You suckas be trippin', G. And you...-looks over at Mikey-..Ya'll best STFU before I pops a cap in yo ass, punk. I'm out, yo.
Others: -stare in disbelief as G-unit leaves, walking with a hip-hop-ish bounce-
Frankie: What...the...fuck...
Ray: -hitting Bob on the back- Who was that, and what has he done with Gerard?
Bob: -still coughing- No idea. But...really, it makes me miss the old make-up wearing bitch we know and...loathe. I mean, er, love.
Mikey:...can you guys let me out so we can go get him before he hurts himself?
Frankie: Yeah...sure...whatever...-unlocks Mikey's cage-
Mikey: Okay. We'll split up and look for him. Ray, you look at that park nearby. Frankie, you check at the local mall. Bob will check the nearest sporting goods store.
Ray: Good, good. And what about you?
Mikey: I'll check out the nearest donut shop.
Frankie, Ray, & Bob: -stare-
Mikey: Well, you know...there's uh, a lot of police who hang out there, right? And...I could get them to help us look? Yeah? Yeah. Let's go with that.
Ray: I don't think so. You can go to the mall with Frankie.

-the guys split up-

-After he has been walking around the perimeter of the bus the whole time, G-unit comes around the front just as the others are leaving. They're completely oblivious to his presence.-

G-unit: -thinking- Where those foo's be off to, yo? Ah well. More O.J. fo' me.

-goes in the bus, has a glass of orange juice, and calmly lounges about reading a magazine.-

-hours later: the guys meet back at the bus, having had no luck locating their apparently off-his-rocker bandmate.-
Ray: Well, he wasn't at the park.
Bob: He wasn't at the sporting goods store, either.
Frankie: We didn't see him at the mall. But we did get these fabulous matching scarves, look...-pulls a multicolored silk scarf from a bag, Mikey does the same-
Mikey: We're twinsies!
Ray: -facepalm- I don't know you guys. I'm just randomly standing here with some random idiots...
Bob: -hand on chin- Hmm. Maybe we should've checked the local jail...or hospital...
Frankie: Well, let's go in the bus. The sun's killing me out here.

-they go in the bus-

G-unit: -looks up from his magazine- Yo, it's my boy-eez! Where were y'all at this whole time, suckas?
Ray: O.o
Bob: When did....when did you get back?
G-unit: I never left, foo. I just went out-to-tha-side when y'all was trippin'.
Frankie: -groan- so we did all that searching for nothing...
G-unit: Nice scarf, Frank-izzle.
Frankie: ...I'd appreciate if you never, ever, EVER call me that again, Gerard.
G-unit: Yo son! It's G-unit now! Haven't you been paying atten-shizzle to the narration, foo?
Frankie:.....
Mikey: That's it. INTERVENTION!!

-the guys all jump on G-unit, ripping off his visor, chains, and ginormous clothing, only to replace it with the familiar tight black pants and shirt, and forcibly apply make-up-

Gerard: -once again looking like himself- BITCHES! I WAS TRYIN' TO BE GANGSTA FOR THE DAY! AND YOU RUINED IT!
Mikey: Gerard, we did this because we love you.
Frankie: You scared us, man.
Ray: Yeah. Don't ever do that to us again.
Bob: -gathering up all the G-unit stuff- I'm just gonna go outside and burn this...-goes outside-
Frankie: Please do. And let me watch. -follows him-
Gerard: YOU BURN THAT AND ME AND MY HOMIES ARE GONNA BUST A CAP IN YO ASS, MOTHAFUCKA!
Ray: -smacks Gerard upside the head-
Gerard: Ow. Nevermind. There'll be no cap-busting from me...unless it's in our next video and it's at Mikey.
Mikey: -_- Thanks, dear brother, thanks a lot.
Gerard: Anytime!
Ray: I swear, you are the least sane people I have ever met.

Written by: Starr.

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*The guys are all going out to eat after a show, with the exception of Mikey of course*

Gerard: Okay, Mikey. BED TIME!!
Mikey: But I don't waaaaaannnnaaaaa.....
Gerard: GET IN YOUR BUNK MISTER!
Mikey: *grumble* Fine. *mutters* Damn those message boards...
Gerard: What was that?
Mikey: Um, nothing. I didn't say anything.
Gerard: Alright then. *locks bars* See you later, Mikey!
Ray: If you're good, maybe we'll bring you back a cracker.
Gerard: *glares at Ray*
Ray: *mutters to Gerard* I...uh...wasn't really planning to...don't worry...
Gerard: mmhmm.
Frank: *impatient* Come on ladies, let's go...

*Gerard, Ray, and Frank walk out of the bus, Bob lingers behind slightly*

Bob: *whispering to Mikey* Here. Take this...*slips him a key to the refrigerator. (Yes, they keep it locked...what if Mikey got out?)*
Mikey:
Bob: *grins at Mikey*
Gerard's voice from outside the bus: BOB! Come on, we haven't got all night!!
Bob: I'm coming...I, uh, almost forgot my sticks.
Frank: I don't see why he needs to bring those EVERYwhere we go...
Bob: So I can keep your asses in line!

*The guys leave*

Mikey: *waits until the sounds of his bandmates are safely gone, then slips through his bars (yes, he is THAT skinny), unlocks the fridge* Hmm...now..lessee...what to eat first...HOO YEAH SUSHI!!!
*eats leftover sushi*
*Mikey procedes to eat small amounts of things that don't require coking, so as not to get caught, then slips back into his bunk, burping slightly*

*The boys get back*
Gerard: Well, Mikey...it looks like you behaved yourself. Here, we brought you a mint. *sighs as he reluctantly hands it over*
Mikey: YAY!! Thanks Gerard!!
Gerard: Hmmph.
Frank: Ray persuaded him to bring it to you...
Gerard: Persuaded? He threatened to glomp me in his fro!
Ray: .... *looks innocent*
Frank: *yawns* Well, night guys...I've got to get up early and stretch my nostrils...
Gerard and Ray: *roll eyes*
Frank: What? My Twizzler battle with Starr is drawing ever closer...
Gerard: This again. I'm going to bed...
Ray: Ditto.
Bob: Yeah, me too. *glances at Mikey and does a quick thumbs-up*
Mikey: *Grins at Bob, then goes to sleep, happy and full. ^.^*

Written by: Laurie.

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Frankie - :standing outside of bus eating a twizzler:
Ray - "Whatcha doing?"
Frankie - "Watching Gee try to master that yo-yo"
Ray - :turns his attention to Gerard:
Gerard - :tossing a yo-yo around, not doing much with it: "FUCK! Nooooo, wind back up mother fucker!"
Frankie & Ray - :laugh:
Mikey - :comes out of bus: "Hey, what's he yelling about now?" :eyes Frankie's twizzler:
Ray - "He's trying to do some yo-yo trick or something".
Mikey - :reaches for Frankie's twizzler:
Frankie - :smacks Mikey's hand away: "NO!"
Mikey - :sulks:
Gerard :yo-yo caught around his leg: "You piece of shit ball & string!"
Frankie, Ray and Mikey - :laugh:
Gerard - "Piss off mother fuckers! I don't see you doing anything productive!"
Frankie - "You are cursing at a yo-yo, that's not being productive brother."
Gerard - "I'm not your brother" :sees Mikey pulling a twizzler from Frankie's back pocket: "NOOOOO!" :untwines yo-yo from around his leg and swings it, rodeo style at Mikey. It lands behind Gerard. "GOD DAMNIT YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. I quit" :walks away:
Frankie, Ray & Mikey - :laugh:
Bob - :peeks through blinds from inside of the bus and rolls his eyes: "Losers".

Written by: Heidi.

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mikey: *walking w/ the guys through a mall.*
gerard: soooo, where to first guys?
frank: hm.. fye?
bob: ...
mikey: food court.
ray: i don't really care.
gerard: okay. i'm going to the art supply store. frank.. you go to fye or the candy store. ray go to where ever. ...bob watch mikey and don't let him fucking eat or i will break all your sticks.
bob: ;; no you won't.
gerard: you don't even know how serious i am.
bob: i will kill you.
gerard: DO IT BITCH.
bob: DON'T YOU EVEN THREATEN ME.
gerard: u_u well.. yeah. okay whatever. i'm gonna draw a mean picture of you.
bob: yeah. you do that. loser. c'mon mikey, lets go to victoria secret.
mikey: why? lets go to the food court.
bob: ... *drags mikey.*
gerard: *watches bob.* ray.. watch bob. i think he's feeding mikey behind my back.
ray: okay. *shrug.* there was no where i wanted to be.
gerard: maybe you should go to the haircut place.. fix that fro.
fro: DOOOOOOOOM.
gerard: eh... nevermind. eh.. frankie did you hear-- frankie? *he looks down and sees a note from frankie.*

NOTE: Dear G. Gone To Get Candy. FRANK.

gerard: i swear that boy is a fucking ninja, right, ray? ... ray? *notices ray is gone.* YEAH LETS LEAVE ME ALONE SO PEOPLE THINK IM A CRAZY PERSON TALKING TO MYSELF YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK...
people: *stare.*
gerard: eh.. erm.. excuse me. *walks into art store.*

AT THE FOOD COURT
bob: okay. what do you want?
mikey: *eyes light up.* ^____^ hmm... taco bell.
bob: okay. *walks up with mikey.* okay.. i need..
cashier girl: is this for the skinny guy?
bob: ;; yeah.
cashier lady: i'm sorry sir. none of the food places here allow the feeding of mikey.
bob: O__O()
mikey: but.. but.. thats not fair.
gerard: *pops out from a frankie ninja hole.* HEY BITCH. I KNOW YOU WERE GONNA FEED MIKEY. GIMME 'YO STICKS.
bob: way to sound gangster. but it ain't happening.
gerard: *grabs spork.* I WILL STAB YOU.
bob: with a spork?
gerard: yeah. and?
bob: i didn't think you'd be so original.
gerard: what do you mean?
bob: i would imagine you would, you know. make me bleed and shit. thats just gonna hurt like fuck.
gerard: o-o
bob: plus, its plastic.. so it will break. you need to be more sensible, gerard.
gerard: who the hell said you could say more that one sentence?
bob: *shrug.*
gerard:... yeah. okay. mm-hmm.
Mall Security: mikey way.. you need to come with us.
gerard: *blink and snickers.*
mikey: why?
M.S.: because you being in an area with food is against the rules of the mall.
gerard: *busts out laughing.*
mikey: i hate you gerard. i fucking hate you.
gerard: i love you.. *laugh.*
M.S.: mr.way...
mikey: yeah. yeah. take me away officer go ahead and lock me away.
M.S.: actually we just take you outside.
mikey: *blink and looks outside. its snowing.* but.. its cold.. gerard hand me my hoo-- gerard? WTF he was right here..
M.S.: come on.. *grabs mikey.*
bob: dude, he'll freeze to death.
M.S.: oh well. at least he won't be near food.
mikey: *puppy eyes.*
bob: *goes to find gerard and beat him with a drum stick of justice.*


gerard: *laughing and telling frank the story.*
frank: *eating twizzlers and not really listening to gerard.*
bob: gerard...
gerard: and mikey was like.. -- what, bob?
bob: you're brother is gonna freeze to death. its snowing outside.
gerard: OMG. i have his hoodie. i didn't want him to die.. from that. *rushes to the exit.*


mikey: *shivering and covered in icicles.*
gerard: mikey. you okay?
mikey: f-f-f-f-f-f-fuck...o-f-f-f-f-f.
gerard: mikey... i'm sorry. *covers mikey with the hoodie.*
mikey: i... h-h-h-ate.. y-y-y-ou.
gerard: no you don't.
mikey: sh-sh-sh-ut up.
gerard: lets go get some coffee... and a donut.
mikey: y-y-y-ya mean i-i-i-it.
gerard: yeah. i'm your big brother.. and i feel bad.
mikey: o-o-o-kay.. i won't call mom and tell on y-y-y-y-ou then.
gerard: you were gonna-- fuck its cold..-- call mom.
mikey: yeah. y-y-y-ou made me upset.
gerard: *frown.* okay. sorry. come on.
mikey: can i have 2 donuts?
gerard: don't push it. you're lucky to get one.
mikey: *sigh* okay.

* gee and mikey go to dunkin donuts*

Written by: Laurie.

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Gerard thinks: *hmm, I'm pretty sure the Rmy's listening to this*
Gerard: Yeah, he likes milkshakes, just like his big brother.
Mikey: What the..
*Gerard jabs him in the ribs*
*Cracking noise*
*Mikey winces*
*Gerard jabs Mikey's ribs*
Gerard: Laugh bitch!
*Mikey giggles*
Gerard: HARDER! OR NO FOOD UNTIL THE NEXT MILLENIUM!
Mikey: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*A few minutes later*
Mikey: *giggle fit* YOU JUST HIT ME IN THE RIBS!
Gerard: *laughs* I KNOW! HAHAHA!
Mikey: God Gerard! *laughs even harder* That was SO not funny!
Gerard: HAHAHA! DUDEEEE! YOU'RE TOTALLY LAUGHING THOUGH!
Mikey: *falls on the floor laughing* THAT'S SO RIGHT, MAN!!!

...Ladies and gentleman, Gerard and Mikey on cocaine.

Written by: Starr + Danica.

//

There's more. Check the next post.

[Laurie]

Here's the rest.

--

Here’s something that happened on the boards…in scenario form!

It’s some ungodly hour in the morning. All of us Americans are sitting on our computers. The boards are dead. And I mean DEAD. Because we’re all refreshing the page while sitting in the Live Romance section (where we talk about concert experiences, arrange plans for meeting up at concerts, etc.), waiting for those bloody brits to get back from their roadtrip. This is pretty much what it was like with us posting.

Aaron: YOU GUYS I’M BACK! I’m so beat. We had so much fun!
Starr: …
Dani: …
Bev: …
Dani: …And?
Bev: WELL?!
Starr: Tell us more! Gah!
Aaron: Okay okay. Uhm. It was really run. Really tiring.
Starr: -facepalm-
Dani:
Bev: …DUR. Now tell us something GOOD.
Aaron: Fine. God. OH YEAH! At one of the gigs, Mikey was on the floor!
Dani: Doing…what?
Bev: OMIGOD WAS HE OKAY?!
Starr: OMIGOD DID HE FIND SOME GUM?!
Aaron: I think he was okay. It was during the set. Yeah.
Starr: Wow. Uhm, okay.
Bev: I can’t wait for the others to get back!

Mmkay and then of course eventually, the other brits got back. And eventually put up their concert reviews. But you wanna know something? It took for-effing-ever because they were all SICK. Because SOMEONE had the flu. And SOMEONE spit on them several times at these shows. And so SOMEONE got our brits sick. And SOMEONE won’t feed his damned brother. I mean. Sorry. Sorry. That’s not the point. The point is pointy and the pointy point points us in the direction of what really happened when the brits got back. But…I don’t remember who was there. There were…brits there. And me, I was there. And … you know. Others. I’ll just make some people up. I mean…you know what, just read it. This is basically what our conversations go like on the boards. It wasn’t all in one thread. It moved over to Photographic Romance, and Question Authority for a bit…yeah. But it’s hilarious. Fact.

Tiff: OMIGOD YOU GUYS.
Us guys: OMIGOD TIFF. HI.
Tiff: HI. MIKEY WAS ON THE FLOOR.
Laurie: I KNOW!
Starr: WE KNOW! Aaron told us. Omigod. Was he alright?
Tiff: Dude I don’t know! We don’t know what happened! You’re just there. Enjoying the concert. And you look over. And you’re like OMIGOD EVERYONE STOP, MAN DOWN! MIKEY’S ON THE FLOOR!
Bev: AHH! DID THEY STOP?!
Tansy: -joins in thread- OMGIOD YOU GUYS!
Us guys: OMIGOD TANSY. HI.
Tansy: HI. MIKEY WAS ON THE FLOOR.
Laurie: I KNOW!
Lelly: WE KNOW! Tiff was just telling us.
Tansy: …Oh. Well yeah. It was freaky.
Tiff: You see Frankie on the floor.
Bex: It’s practically his home…
Everyone: -nods-
Tansy: You see Gee on the floor…
Tiff: You even see Toro kneel on the floor…
Tansy: But Mikey?
Clare: MIKEY? NEVER MIKEY! Hi guys!
Us guys: HI CLARE! Woah. Mikey was on the floor. We … like…Omigod.
Tiff, Tansy, and Clare: WE KNOW!
Tiff: There he was…bassing away. On the floor.
Starr: Well what happened then?
Tiff: Get this. Everyone got all worried. Even GEE went over to go help him up!
Everyone: No. Way. -fits of giggles- OMIGOD WE SAID WAY.
Tiff: Yeah well it was just really weird. It scared me, you know! Like…Mikey shouldn’t be on the floor!
Tansy: Well you know that’s what happens when you get THAT HUNGRY.
Bev: THAT’S RIGHT! He must have been so hungry that he just collapsed!
Starr: It couldn’t POSSIBLY have been on purpose….Er, could it?
Tiff: Maybe he…maybe he got a hold of some food?
Bex: Food? No. He couldn’t possibly…Gerard would…never allow it. His Mikey eating senses would be tingling!
Tiff: Sooo…someone couldn’t’ve spiked his food.
Lelly: No pot brownies for Mikey.
Tansy: What about his water? I mean, he’s allowed water, right?
Bev: Oh, no. You weren’t here. See, Mikey doesn’t sweat. Like, hardly at all. He wears long sleeves, he wears jackets-but he like never sweats hardly at all. At a gig…he’s fine. Everyone else is practically dying but he seems to be fine.
Clare: Well, fine until he collapses on stage.
Bev: Right. Well, we figure he doesn’t sweat because he doesn’t have anything to sweat out!
Lelly: -chews on lip- Okay so that rules out water and food. What about…
Starr: …Air?
Lelly: They spiked his AIR?
Starr: Hey, what else have we got left?!
Tiff: I think you may be right. The strangest of behaviors from the youngest of Ways. It’s the only thing that would make sense, spiking his air. Unless it was…
Lelly: Unless it was what?
Laurie: Jetlag?
Bex: A mental condition, perhaps?
Danica: OR HIS GAY PIRATE SHIRT!
Lelly: No. Dude. He’s French now. We’re going to buy him a beret.
Gloria: A beret? OMIGOD I WANNA BE FRENCH!
Starr: No. He’s a mime now. MIKEY THE MIME!
Bex: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Lelly: …No.
Starr: Well, what then? It was-
Tiff: IT WASN’T MIKEY AT ALL!
Everyone: ???
Tiff: IT WAS AN IMPOSTOR!
MCRmy:
The Pope:
The Belgians:
Twizzlers: -twizzler action!- …I mean…
Starr: Okay Tiff, talk us through this one.
Tiff: He was unusually chatty that night. So much damned energy. When I hugged him, he didn’t seem like he was going to snap in half. Then I was like, “The MCRmy sends their love, pet” and he stuck his fist up into the air and was like “Right on!”
Everyone:
Tiff: I know, isn’t that odd?
Lelly: You…
Starr: Called…
Bex: Him…
Everyone: PET?! -collapses in giggles-
Tiff: Shut up, he won’t know. I had never called anyone pet before. It was the first time, and it just…slipped out!
Lelly: I have never laughed so hard in my life.
Tiff: He won’t know! He’ll think it’s just regular…british speak!
Starr: Mmmmmmhmm. Sure.
Lelly: Well in all fairness, you weren’t THAT far off-
Nikki: I mean sure, Mikey doesn’t get to eat, like a regular pet.
Laurie: But he gets locked up in a cage like a pet. You know, so that he doesn’t sneak off to the fridge or something.
Tiff: That’s not the point.
Starr: …Wait, what? It’s not? Crap, what were we talking about?
Tiff: The impostor.
Starr: Oh yeah!
Gloria: I’m sorry but I’m going to need more evidence.
Clare: No, it’s completely true. Hmm, like…
Tiff: It just couldn’t have been the Mikey we all know and love.
Laurie: …I don’t know them.
Tiff: ….
Laurie: ….
Tiff: ….??!
Laurie: …..!?!??!?!?!
Tiff: ………!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Laurie: ……..?-Wait, what?
Tiff: You. Are. So. Dense.
Laurie: Just because you’re oh-so-british-
Tiff: AHA! YES! WE RULE!
Lelly: -taps foot- We’ll bitch about that later, guys. Now. What’s this about the impostor? I mean, it’s impossible, I don’t buy it. You could NOT find someone as fucking SKINNY as Mikey!
Tiff: …Maybe if you…chopped a man in half?
Lelly: …
Tiff: …A regular man. Yeah. With…four legs. A regular, four legged man.
Lelly: ….
Tiff: ….IT MAKES SENSE!
Lelly: …I’m sorry, what?
Starr: Who…who would possibly get that?
Tiff: Okay well you see if you chopped a regular man in half to make a Mikey impostor, he’d only have one leg! And then…he’d fall over. OMIGOD FALL OVER! YES, WAIT! I’M RIGHT!
Lelly: Wow. The mystery is solved.
Clare: And that, kids…
Tansy: Is how conspiracy theories are formed.
Bev: Hmm. Well, thanks for clearing that up, Tiff.
Tiff: No problem.
Starr: That’s de nada for you Spanish speaking folk.
Everyone:
Starr: It just…just happens. You know?
Laurie: I KNOW!
Tiff: Hmm. Well yeah. All this Mikey talk…is sort of making me hungry. I’ll be back later.
Starr: …I want some pickles.
Nikki: NO FOOD FOR YOU!
Starr:
Nikki: I mean…
Starr: Yeah.

Written by: Starr.
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//
As the last song of the night, the boys do Prison. Everyone is stoked and loved it-that is, apparently, everyone except for the French police who are waiting for them once off stage.

MCR:
French Police: (all in HEAVY French accents) We are here to arrest you.
MCR:
French Police: Follow us, please.
Mikey: Wait, why are we being arrested-
Gerard: SHUT THE FUCK UP, MIKEY. Ahem. Sorry about that, he gets a little out of place. Why are we being arrested?
French Police: For your last song, “You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison.” It is inappropriate. So we take you to Prison now.
Frankie: How ironic.
Ray: Tell me about it.
Frankie: Well, you see, the irony in it is that we played a song…about Prison. And what happens there. And we played it and now we’re GOING to Prison. For playing Priso-
Ray: It was an EXPRESSION, Frankie.
Frankie: I know! We’re just expressing ourselves, music is art. I thought these French people were supposed to be all about art and-
Ray: -facepalm- Just…just go. Or stop talking. Or something.
Bob: …Wait can you even technically arrest us for this? I mean, on what terms are-
French Police: -come together in a circle and mumble very quickly-
French Police Officer 1: This blonde one is very smart.
French Police Officer 2: But the singing one is very gullible.
French Police Officer 3: Yes. He is too pretty for his own good. FOOEY! I SPIT UPON YOUR PRETTINESS!
French Police Officers 1 and 2:
French Police Officer 3: Sorry. I was ugly as a baby. Anyway-
French MCRmy soldiers: You said way.
French Police: kthnx.
French Police Officer 3: I say we go through the singing one.
French Police Officers 1 and 2: Agreed.
French Police: -turn to Gerard- Your friend seems to try to overrule you. Why should one such person as nice as yourself let this…this blonde one speak for you?
Gerard: Hey. Hey yeah you’re right!
French Police:
Gerard: I -AM- PRETTY!
French Police: -facepalm-
Gerard: ANNNNNND…Bob, go sit in the back with everyone. Lemme handle this. So…so uhh…-unzips zipper- Oops. My zipper is down.
French Police:
Gerard: -sigh- GOD DAMNIT I GET THE THREE STRAIGHT COPS IN FRANCE.
French Police Officer 1: Turn around please.
Gerard: Mmkay. ^.^ -turns around-
French Police Officer 2: -handcuffs Gerard-
Gerard: -giggles- You know, this is actually really kinky. -shouts over to Frankie, Ray, Bob, and Mikey- HEY GUYS! IT’S OKAY! THEY REALLY ARE GAY AFTER ALL!
Bob, Mikey, Ray, and Frankie: -facepalm-
Ray: When we get back to the states…We are ditching him on the side of the road.
Mikey, Bob, and Frankie: Agreed.
French Police: You other four, too. You come to jail, too.
-Everyone gets in the police car-
Frankie: SQUEE! Turn on the lights and sirens!
French Police: ….No.
Frankie: LIGHTS AND SIRENS!
Gerard: Hey, French dudes. When we get to jail…if we’re allowed that one phone call thing…don’t give it to the skinny dude with the glasses.
Mikey: -groans- Oh dear God no.
Frankie, Ray, and Bob: Wait, what?
Mikey: NOTHING.
Gerard: …Some…stuff. Happened last time Mikey and I were in Montana. I’d…rather not go into detail about it…-shifty eyes-
Mikey: Yeah, well YOU DON’T TELL YOUR UNFED BROTHER THAT YOU’LL FEED HIM IF HE TRIES TO TIP A COW! ALRIGHT?!
Frankie, Ray, and Bob:
Mikey:
French Police:
Gerard:
The Pope:
Gerard: See this is why I don’t tell you guys about this stuff. -mutters- I still say it was funny.
- Starr.
--
gerard: we are in the house. hey fuse peoples.
dylan: hey. sorry guys. we are trying to piss your street team off.
gerard:
ray: they. will keel. us dead.
gerard: we have a street team?
bob: *le-smack.*
gerard: OW.
dylan: sorry. we forgot to email you. just like we forgot to email you all the entries.
gerard: yeah. they blamed that on me.
ray: they blamed kitties not having puppies on gerard. and the fact the grinch stole christmas.
dylan: -_-

Written by: Laurie.

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Gerard: -shouting over the sound of the waves- WOOOOOO HOOOOO! HELL YEAH!
Frankie: I still don’t understand why I’m the only one actually IN the water. And why are you riding a killer whale?
Gerard: Because I’m totally awesome. Plus, the frontman-
Frankie: Killer whale, my ass.
Gerard: What?
Bob: -tugs on rope- Faster, Gerard.
Gerard: -sigh- I don’t understand why I get to pull you through these waves and you just sit there, tied to me, urging me to go faster while you and your sticks just sit in your raft-
Frankie: -mocking voice- Because you’re totally awesome!
Gerard: Shut up, shorty!
Bob: -biting his lip and squinting, he chucks a stick at Gerard’s head-
Gerard: OW! -emotear-
Bob: And don’t think I haven’t got spares.
Gerard: -mumblegrumble-
Mikey: You guys -do- realize that we’ve only got a little under an hour left until the VMAs start, right?
Frankie: WAIT. You can tell time?!
Mikey: -rolls eyes- Yes, I-
Gerard: Where did you get a watch?! I took away your electronic one last week! You know you’re not allowed near-
Mikey: Shut up! I looked at the position of the sun, because it was the sensible thing to do. I, unlike you, have an IQ that registers as a positive number. Besides, I’m not actually THAT socially hazardous and I can get by just fine on my own. God, you guys don’t have to baby me-
Frankie: …Says the dude in the rubber ducky floatie.
Mikey: I didn’t even want this thing! It’s-
Gerard: It’s for your safety. You know, so you an battle those harsh waves without snapping in half.
Mikey: I can get by the waves just fine on my own, damnit! I-
Frankie: -munches on a twizzler- Hey, did you guys know that the salt water makes these things taste totally fucking nasty? But it’s like…you can’t stop anyways.
Bob: That…doesn’t even make sense.
Ray: None of this makes sense. And I’m floating on my…fro?
Mikey: Yes, it’s a very durable fro. Not only can it be used as a flotation device, but it can also hold a lot of crap-
Frankie: Yeah, small animals, moonmen--
Ray: Let it GO, Frank-
Bob: Bombs-
Ray: What?!
Bob: Nothing…
Mikey: And Pope’s hats!
Gerard: Hush, child, let the giant hair speak.
Written by: Starr.

--

You see a living room in the middle of the afternoon. Someone has left a video camera running. You hear a little kid yelling, getting increasingly louder...

...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

A little four year old Mikey stumbles into the room, shortly followed by seven year old Gerard.

Mikey: AHHHHH! LEMME ALONE, LEMME ALONE!
Gerard: I'M GONNA KILL YOU, MIKEY!

There is a chase around the coffee table.

Mikey: I didn't know!
Gerard: THAT WAS MY BEST PIECE OF ART!
Mikey: It was a scribble!
Gerard: MOM TOLD ME IT WAS HER FAVORITE!
Mikey: IT WAS A SCRIBBLE!
Gerard: FAVORITE!
Mikey: SCRIIIIIIIBBLE!!!!

Mikey gets up on the couch, closely followed by Gerard. He jumps over the other side of the couch and past the tv. There is a thud and the video camera is brought down to the floor as the boys knock into the table it was sitting on. You can see little feet running back and forth across the room, Mikey in little boots and Gerard in a pair that reminds everyone very much of those brown ones of his...

Gerard: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, MICHAEL JAMES WAY!
Mikey: -whiney voice- Dontcaaaaaaallmethat!
Gerard: MICHAEL MICHAEL MICHAEEEEEL!
Mikey: -sniffle- But I'm...but I'm...I'M FOUR YEARS OOOOOOOLD!
Gerard: And I'm seven. THAT'S THREE YEARS OLDER THAN YOU, MIKEY. THREE. COUNT 'EM. GO ON. COUNT!

There is a pause as little Mikey attempts this stunt. Er, a bit of a lengthy pause. Oh come on, cut the kid some slack, he's only four and is someday going to cope with the fact that his brother will let him be shot in a half a million dollar music video.

Mikey: -takes a deep breath- I'M TELLING MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Gerard: Oh yeah and I'm telling mom that YOU RUINED HER FAVORITE PICTURE!
Mikey: IT WAS RED CRAYON!
Gerard: It was an artistic, woeful expression of pain and death as seen from the perspective of--
Mikey: -stomps foot- IT WAS NOT, IT WAS RED CRAYON ON--
Gerard: IT WAS ARTISTIC AND WOEFUL AND YOU SPILT YOUR TANG ALL OVER IT!
Mikey: -scuffs foot- I already said that I was sorry...
Gerard: That's it, Mikey. You are NEVER having food again.
Mikey: But Gerard, I--
Gerard: Neverevereverevereverevereverever
Mikey: BUT I'M HUNGRY!!1
Gerard: And if you try to sneak food, I'll tell mom that you're the one who used up all her hair spray. One day, Mikey, there's going to be like a giant hole in the sky--
Mikey: You mean like the o-zone layer?
Gerard: No, the SKY. You know, that thing above us.
Mikey: I know but it's this thing that's less than an inch thick and it protects the--
Gerard: SHUT UP, MIKEY, I'M TELLING A STORY! Geeze. Ahem, so there's going to be a hole in the sky and it will be all your fault. Remember that. That's what will happen and it's all because you spilled tang on my woeful artwork.
Mikey: I don't see how this connects--
Gerard: WOE IS ME!

-tape runs out-
Written by: Starr.

--

Ok the guys are all sitting around talking about their stage positions...

Gerard: Ok so im in the front of course because im to hott to be anywhere else! All the girls need to see how tight my ass is in these jeans! and Mikey your behind me standing in the shadows very gurlishly!and-
Mikey: But Gerraaard I want to stand in the front!
Gerard: I told you where you stand!...in the shadows really gurlishly!!
Mikey: Well how come Ray and Frankie get to stand in the front and me and Bob have to be directly behind you?
Bob: *silence*
Gerard: well about Ray. all the girls cant see how hott he is cus his fro engulfs his existence!
Ray: *choping through fro w/ hedge trimmers* GERARD KEEP TALKIN! ILL FOLLOW THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE OUT!!!
Bob: *silence*
Mikey: ...Ok well what about Frankie hes hott but you still dont make him stand behind you?!
Gerard: It dosent matter if hes up there, girls cant see him over the speakers in front of him!
Frankie: *clims latter and sits on couch next to Mikey* Im not short..im fun sized!!!
Gerard: Shut it frodo no one cares!
Frankie: Hmph
Bob: *silence*
Mikey: I know why you make Bob sit in the back!...Hes to cool! the girls like that strong silent type, hes competition to you right?
Gerard: Bob's just way to cool for me!
*All murmer in agreement*
Bob: *silence*
Mikey: Well what about me? Why cant I stand in the front?
Gerard: Because if you stood in the front you could trip and fall over the side and your malnurished body will shatter into a million peices!
Bob: *silence*
Mikey: I would not shatter!!...I'd float to the ground like a feather! Duh!
Gerard: That reminds me I havent fed you in a couple of weeks...what do you want in your kids meal? Chicken nuggets or a cheeseburger?"
Mikey: *Sigh*
Gerard: Is something bothering you? Do you want to talk about it? After all thats why I became a priest so you would never have to leave my sight!
Mikey: Buying a black jacket and painting a white out square on your neck does NOT make you a priest!
Gerard: But my hottness allows me to do anything!
Written by: AwWxSuGaxMCR
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*ATTACK OF THE SONG LYRICS*

Bob, Mikey, Frank & Ray are all sitting on the bus after a show.
R: Where's Gerard?
F: I dunno I saw him running around backstage like a crazy. Damn red bull... goes well with twizzlers though..
B: He'll be back...lets play Uno
*all get sucked into 3 hour uno tournament*
Gerard: ::slams open door with crutch::
M: What happened? Are you okay?
G: I'm nooooooooooooot oooooooooooookay!
Guys: ...
F: What happened man?
G: I broke my foot from jumping out the second floooor..
F: No, really.
G, NO, REALLY - I fell off the balcony.
M: *mumble* you get what you deserve, its karma.
G: ::evil look::
G: ::looks in mirror:: Oh wow my hair is a MESS! What if somebody sawwwwwwww me with this fro thing going on?!
Ray's fro: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
B: I need to trim my beard..
G: Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us..
B: Honey?
F: Whoa, did you hit your head too?
G: ::ignores him:: Yeah I think I broke the raling too! Dem-
M: Lemme guess, "DEMOLITON LOVER!"
G: No. Toast. ANYWAYS - I ran, er, limped out of there before anybody would know what happened.
*knock on door*
M: I'll get it!
G: No you will not, you know what I told you about talking to strangers.
M: Hmph.
B: Fine, I'LL get it. ::mumbles:: At least if its an annoying fan, they won't know who I am.. ::opens door::
Cop: Hi, I am with the police force, I was called out here concerning a destroyed railing after the concert had taken place here, do any of you guys know about it?
G: ::nudges frank:: Oh man! Hide me! They know what they do to guys like us in prison!!
F: ::eyeroll:: Keep quiet crazy!
Cop: Are you aware of any unusal activities that may have caused this?
M: ::giggle:: ...oh nothing.
B: Uh, do we, g-guys?
F: Nope.
Rays Fro: Ohh yes we dooo...mwahahahaha
Cop: Are you hiding somebody in here? I could not tell where that voice was coming from.
R: No of course not. ::smacks fro::
Cop: Okay then, so you won't mind if I come in for a minute, right?
B: R-right...come in.
Cop: We have reason to suspect it was somebody on this bus ::shifty look::
G: I dunno who it was, I mean, who would do that to this fine, FINE establishment...whoever it was I say hang 'em high!!
Guys: ::sigh::
Cop: If you don't mind me asking Mr---
G: Gerard.
Cop: Mr. Gerard - what is the bulletproof vest all about? Hell I'm a cop and I don't even have one of those.
G: Its not a fashion statement, its--
F: Comfortable. He thinks its comfortable. And it er.. helps him sing.
Cop: Uh..huh. Okay well this questioning thing is crap, actually someone tipped us off that some guy named Gerard did it so I'll take that as a confession!
M: ::mumbles:: not a confession you handcuff happy.
B: ::giggle:: Oh er nothing.
G: Nooooo I don't wanna leaaaaaave
M: Take him, he's crazy.
G: Mikey TWO WEEKS now. Watch yourself.
M: ::whimper::
Cop: Lets go, buster.
G: To the end, guys, TO THE END!!

Written by: Rachel.
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Gerard: -comtemplating a piece of paper with lyrics written on it- Hmmm...well maybe...-writes-...Nawww...-scribbles out-
Mikey: Hey. Whatcha up to?
Gerard: Writing a new song.
Mikey: I see...what's it called?
Gerard: I haven't gotten that far...and gah, I can't think of what to put here. -points to paper-
Mikey: -reads out loud- "Where there's a will there's".....why not just use the old standby?
Gerard:...you mean...?
Mikey: Yepness.
Gerard: Okay. -writes-
Mikey: I wonder if anybody will ever catch on...
Gerard: -still writing- To what?
Mikey: To the fact that when you get stuck with a lyric, you just insert something with our last name...
Gerard: Nah. It's not that obvious....is it?
Mikey: Nahhh.
Gerard: Good thing our name is so easy to rhyme, too.
Ray: -walks in- Hey guys, what's up.
Gerard: Take a look at this song, Toro. Whatcha think?
Ray: Hmm...lookin' good so far...you got stuck at a word again, didn't you?
Gerard:...yeah.
Ray: sighhhhhh....I hope our fans don't figure that out.
Gerard: They won't. Don't worry.
Ray: But you've put your last name into at least 5 songs.
Gerard: Oh well. At least it's easy to rhyme.
Ray: You're turning the MCRmy into a bunch of giggling idiots, though.
Gerard: Too bad. And they don't need my help for that...
Ray: -sigh- Whatever. I'm gonna go toast a bagel...
Mikey: Ooh! I wanna help! ^.^
Gerard & Ray: NO.
Mikey:...Tartar sauce. -pouts-
Written by: Bex.
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Mikey: Yay! Chicken nuggets! *goes to grab a carton*
Gerard: *snatching it away* None for you!
Mikey: *whimper*
Frank: *laughs*
Mikey: Come on guys, I rocked my ass off just as hard as any of you...let me have some chicken nuggets!
Gerard: Nope. You know you're not allowed to eat!!
Mikey: *attempts to snatch carton*
Gerard: I don't think so! *tosses nuggets to Frank*

*Frank and Gerard continue to play Mikey In The Middle with the nuggets*

Ray: Oh come on guys, you can let him have at least one...
Gerard: You're one to talk...
Ray: Hey, it's not MY fault my fro eats the little food you let him have...it's just hungry.
Bob: No, it sounds like it's your fault just as much.
Ray, Gerard, and Frank: SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOB!
Mikey: Come on guys!! I want some nuggets!!
Gerard: Nuh-uh.
Mikey: I'm gonna tell MOM!
Gerard: *mocking voice* Yeah, just like the baby you are...
Mikey: yeah, well, I'M TALLER THAN YOU!!
Gerard: Well, I'm...uh...TALLER THAN FRANK!!
Frank: Oh, no...don't you drag me into this...
Ray: *watching in amusement while he slips chicken nuggets into his hair*
Bob: WHY DON'T YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND EAT YOUR DAMNED NUGGETS??
*Mikey and Gerard point to each other shouting things like "He started it!" "It wasn't my fault!" etc.*
Bob: *whacks them all with the Sticks of Doom*
All but Bob: Ow!

Written by: Bex.
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*ON THE SET OF 'THE GHOST OF YOU' VIDEO*

Frank: Hey, has anyone seen Pansy?
MCR: Nope.
Gerard: *Looks around nervously* No-no I haven't seen her.
Frank: *Eyes Gerard* Are you sure?
Gerard: Yeah, totally.
Mikey: Hey Gee, didn't I see you down by the waterfront today with Pan--
Gerard: Mikey, STFUlikeNOW before I smack you dead!
Mikey: ...I'm just saying. *Trails off*
Gerard: Well, stop saying stuff.
Frank: Bob, have you seen Pansy?
Bob: *mumblegrumble*
Frank: What was that? I-I couldn't really hear you.
Bob: I said, *mumblegrumble*
Frank: *Looks around* Anyone else hear that?
MCR Except Frank: Yeah.
Frank: !!! I'M GOING DEAF!
Ray: Nah, we just read the subtitles.
Frank: *Tries to find subtitles* BUT, I CAN'T SPEAK IN SUBTITLES!
Bob: *Face palm* I swear.
Bex: It's okay, Frank! I can't either! But you'll get used to it someday.
Frank: But-but, this whole society today REVOLVES around speaking in subtitles!
Gerard: Hey, how'd you get in?
Bex: That window.
Gerard: What window?
Bex: That one.
Gerard: kthx.
Frank: And maybe if I could speak in subtitles, I'd know where Pansy is!
Starr: I know where she is.
Danica: Me too.
Gerard: ZOMFGZ! WHERE ARE YOU KIDS COMING FROM?!
Danica + Starr: The window.
Bob: Gerard, you're such a...
Laurie: I KNOW!
Gerard: *Le gasp!* I hate scenarios.
Lelly: STFUlikeNOW, Gee.
Frank: And I have no Twizzlers. And no Pansy. Where is my computer.
Mikey: *Burp of fufilled hunger*
Frank: -_- Twizzlers, Pansy or computer?
Mikey: Just the Twizzlers and computer. Not Pansy. She's at the--
Gerard: MIKEY! DID YOU JUST EAT?!
Mikey: *Looks around perfusely* ...No...
Gerard: -_- Last time I EVER leave you alone and unattended.
Mikey: But I'm a big boy now!
Gerard: No. No you're not.
Fro: DOOOOOOOM!
Frank: I can't take this any longer. I'm going to jump!
Lelly: NO! FRANK!
Ray: You have so much to live for!
MCRmy: DON'T DO IT FRANK!
*Frank jumps off couch and falls to ground in pain*
Everyone: *Sheds an emo tear*
Frank: ...Gah. Just gah.
*Gerard rushes to Franks' side*
Gerard: Are you okay, buddy?!
Starr: LIVE GOD DAMMIT! LIVE!!!
Bex: I can't watch. *Turns away*
Bob: ...He jumped off a fucking couch for crying out loud.
Ray: But it was pretty high for him. You know...
Frank: Light-growing-dim.
Bob: *Face palm* And to wonder why I ever agreed to be your friend.
Frank: I see...God.
Ray: I LOVE JESUS!
Nikki: I KNOW!
MCRmy: *Le gasp*
Laurie: *Comes in with a butcher knife* I know what you did last summer.
Nikki: Actually in this sense, it would be you know what they do to guys like us in prison.
Laurie: You stole my line.
*Gerard brings out popcorn*
Gerard: This'll be good.
*Mikey reaches for popcorn*
Mikey: Me too! Me toooo!
Gerard: *Smacks Mikey's hand* NO!
*Mikey crawls away*
Frank: Okay wait. So, where's Pansy?
Gerard: We haven't established that--
Starr: GERARD DID IT!
Gerard: --And we never will.
Starr: ...
Gerard: ...
Starr: ...?!?!
Gerard: ...?!?!?!
Kool-aid Guy: ...?!?!?!?!
Worker At Walmart: ...?!?!?!?!
Gerard: ...?!?!?! ---Wait, what?
Starr: *Shakes head* Why do I even bother?
Mikey: Gerard stole Pansy.
Frank: WOAH! YOU CAN TALK! *Le gasp!*
Gerard: I did not!
Mikey: I saw you drown it.
Frank: OmiGod. I hate you.
Gerard: ...I didn't do it!
MCRmy: We saw you do it, Gerard.
Frank: ...YOU'RE TACKY AND I HATE YOU! *Runs away*
Ray: Frank, wait! *Runs after Frank*
Mikey: ...Food opportunity! *Dashes into kitchen*
Gerard: Noooooo! *Chases Mikey*
MCRmy: Let's...let's just follow them! *Runs*
*Bob is left all alone in room with Walmart worker and Kool-aid Guy*
Bob: ...Want to play Uno?
Walmart Worker: K cool.

Written by: Danica.

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Koolaid Guy: Cant...hold...it in...
Mikey: NO! PLEASE DON'T! JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER!
KG: I...Can't...
Mikey: -emotear like WOAH- Nooo...please....please don't....
KG: Can't...hold it in.....Sorry....buddy....
Mikey: -shaking in fear-
KG: OHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH!
Gerard: -bursts into the room- WHO THE FUCK DISTURBED MY BEAUTY SLEEP IN THE PROCESS OF GIVING MIKEY CONTRABAND--
KG: Dude. It's just koolaid, not contraband--
Gerard: IT'S CONTRABAND FOR MIKEY!

Written by: Starr.
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*Bob, Walmart Worker and Koolaid Guy continue to play Uno*

WW: You miss a turn!
Bob: FUCK THIS! *Throws cards down*
KG: ! Woah.
Bob: I think I lost a card.
WW: Oh no!
KG: Oh no!
Bob: Oh no!
Brian: Oh no!
Martha Stewart: Oh no!
*Gerard bursts in room*
Gerard: OHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHH!
Everyone: !
KG: ...You stole my line, BITCH! *Jumps on Gerard*
Gerard: OW. MOTHER FUCKER.
Everyone: .
Martha: ...So, can I play?
Bob: Okay, but you have to find the missing card.
Martha: Why don't you find it?
MCRmy: That's not how it works.
Martha: ....
MCRmy: Bob's too cool for that. So you do it.

Written by: Danica.

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They have "Danica" senses.

*Danica walks down to the venue*

-BACK IN TOURBUS-

Bob: WOAH! Guys! I feel weird.
Gerard: Are you having muscle pains?
Bob: ...No I--
Gerard: Digestive problems?
Bob: ...No, but--
Gerard: A liver infection?
Bob: GERARD! STFUlikeNOW!
Gerard: !!!
Bob: My head feels weird.
Ray: You're Danica senses are tingling.
Frank: Which can only mean one thing...
Mikey: RUN!!!

*Mychem bolts down the street*

Danica: Hey. Has anyone see MCR yet?
Randoms: They were here a minute ago.
Danica: Hmm. Okay thanks. *Walks away*

*MCR hide behind big tree*

Frank: Do...do you think we're safe?
Ray: Only for now--
Gerard: For one day, she will have uncovered our secrets.
Frank: Our identities.
Ray: OUR BRAND OF CEREAL!
Everyone: ......
Ray: I mean, uhh.
Mikey:
Frank:
Gerard:
Bob:
The Pope:
Larry King:
A Pencil:

*Danica pops up*

Danica: What are we all ''ing for?
MCR: SHITSHITSHIT! *Jumps off cliff*
Danica: ....

Written by: Danica.

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Danica: So Ray...
Ray: So Danica...
Danica: What's in the Fro?
Ray: ...
Danica: No seriously.
Ray: Why do you ask?
Danica: Me and Tiff believe you have secret radar communication systems in there.
Ray: Hmm.
Danica: Is it possible to get a connection from the mounds of curls?
Ray: You know, why don't you ask Gerard.
Danica: Like that kid would know.
Ray: Hmm. Toushe.
Danica: The kid can't even tell time!
Ray: He can't?
Danica: He can't now.
Ray: Why?
Danica: Because I said so.
Ray: kthx.
Danica: Yeah.
Ray: Anyways.
MCRmy: You just said way.
Ray: kthx.
Danica: Does Mikey eat grass?
Ray: ...
Danica: Strictly on my imagination.
Ray: Erm, I don't think so.
Danica: Good. *Takes sip of coffee* There's a lot of pesticides out there.
Ray: Oh yeah?
Danica: Mm-HMM. Lots. Don't want the little guy to get sick.
Ray: No, that would be tragic.
Danica: Indeed.
Ray: Indeed.
The Pope: Indeed.
A Camera: Indeed.

Written by: Danica.

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Ray: Hey Bob. You heard the word on the street?
Bob: ...No.
Ray: *Looks around* Seems that... Gerard doesn't... feed Mikey. But don't tell anyone--
Bob: Dude, everyone knows that!
Ray: --For the fate of the world is in our hands!
Bob: ...
Ray: ...
Bob: ...?
Ray: ...??!
Bob: ...?!?!?!
Ray: ...Wait, what?
Bob: Everyone knows about how Gerard locks Mikey up at night in his bunk.
Ray: ZOMFGZ! HE DOES?!
Bob: *Rolls eyes* Do you NOT pay attention while we're on the tour bus?!
Ray: Nah. I'm usually either thrashing out on my guitar, or chatting it up with my peeps on the phone.
Bob: .... Okay, anyways. Well, he locks him up at night.
MCRmy: You said way.
Bob: I know, I know. God dammit. How did I know they'd say that? *mumblegrumble*
Ray: They have really good hearing--
Bob: Why did I ever agree to join this band?
Ray: --Like bats.
*Gerard comes bouncing along*
Gerard: Sup R-Dizzle and B-Dot. *Insert gangster hand gesture here*
Ray: Yo, Gee-Unit!
Bob: *Shakes head*
Gerard: ...
Ray: ...?
Gerard: ...?!?!?!
Ray: ...?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Gerard: I SAID SUP!
Ray: Oh sorry. I don't pay attention to what you say. And nothing really. Just hanging out with Bob.
Gerard: That's coo.
Bob: You're all fucking coo-coo.
Mikey: HAHAHAHA! YOU SAID COO-COO!
Everyone: !!!
Ray: Where'd you come from?
Mikey: ...Do I need to get into that?
Gerard: How did you get out?!
Mikey: ...Out of what?
Gerard: Your bunk!
Mikey: I climbed down.
Ray: *Claps excessively* GOOD BOY!
Mikey: *Gleams in pride* I climbed down ALLLLLLLLL by myself!
Bob: Oh my God... I swear.
Gerard: I thought I locked you up nice and tight!
Mikey: Obviously not tight enough! *Sticks tongue out*
Gerard: HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!
Mikey: Well if you would FEED me then MAYBE I wouldn't have to break out!
Gerard: Well MAYBE if you didn't spill Tang all over my elegant drawing!
Mikey: IT WAS A SCRIBBLE!!!
Gerard: YOU'RE A SCRIBBLE!!!
Mikey: YOUR FACE IS A SCRIBBLE!!!
Bob: LOUD NOISES!!!
*Frank walks in*
Frank: Hey gu--
Gerard: YOUR MOM IS A SCRIBBLE!!!
Everyone: ...
Mikey: She's your mom too. You're so stupid!
Frank: ... Mikey. No swearing. This is a FUCKING scenario!
Mikey: I'll swear if I want to! You... you... WENIS!
Frank: ! *Runs off and cries*
Gerard: LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! Go to your bunk.
Mikey: NO! You go... buy new shoes!
Gerard: Do NOT insult my brown shoes. EVER. Ever again.
Mikey: ...YOU'RE TACKY AND I HATE YOU! *Storms off in an uproar*
Frank: So... I guess this means we can't go get ice cream
Bob: ...Why do you want ice cream?
Frank: *Shrugs* I just do. It's just one of those things.
Gerard: What things?
Frank: The things.
Gerard: Oh okay. Makes more sense now.
Bob: Gerard STFUlikeNOW.
Gerard: Do I have to lock you up TOO?!
Bob: Seems Mommy Gee has his panties all tied up in a knot. I'm going to bed.
Ray: It's 3 in the afternoon.
Bob: I'm going to bed.
Gerard: Peace out.
Bob: *mumblegrumble*
*Bob flies away*
Ray: ! HOW'D HE DO THAT?!
Gerard: Shut up Ray.
Ray: Shut up and pray.
Gerard: ZOMFGZ! THAT'S NOT THE NAME OF THE SONG!
Ray: Then what is it?
Gerard: How the hell should I know?
Ray: ...You wrote it.
Gerard: I did?
Ray: Yes.
*Random card flies across screen that reads "THE MORE YOU KNOW"*
Gerard: You learn something new everyday, I guess.
*Cup clanking against metal*
Gerard: Wtfrank was that?
Mikey: Nooobodyy knowss the troublee I'vee seeeeen.
Gerard: Mikey, shut up.
Mikey: Nobodyyy knowwss the horrrrrrrrrrror.
Gerard: Do I have to shove your now ironed bandana into your mouth?!
Mikey: HOW ABOUT YOU FEED ME!
Gerard: NO!
Mikey: *mumblegrumble* ...Hooting [scribble] muffin, is what you are.
Bob: EVERYONE SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!
*Random shot of Frank crying in his bed*

Written by: Danica.

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