(c) You're in the Cash Cab! (PG)
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(c) You're in the Cash Cab! (PG)
by Adrisole Q. Kazoo Tue 23 Sep 2008, 3:09 am
The original title is 'My Chemical Romance, You're in the Cash Cab!'
But I didn't want to make it excessively long, so it's shortened for that purpose.
Humor, obviously.
I didn't think it was that great, but feedback was good. xD
Written long ago.
Title: My Chemical Romance, You're in the Cash Cab!
Author: Adrisole Q. Kazoo
Rating: PG - Minor swearing.
Fandom: My Chemical Romance, lol.
Type: Oneshot.
Summary: What happens when My Chemical Romance gets trapped in the Cash Cab?
Will stupidity ensue?
Yes, yes it will.
- - -
My Chemical Romance is running away, and running fast. A flock of ‘fangirls,’ as they are most commonly referred to, are chasing them down the streets of New York after playing a lively concert.
Gerard: -Almost falls- Frank, move your damned short legs faster!
Frank: -Runs faster and almost trips, AGAIN- I… can’t do it!
Ray: -Rolls eyes- We now know... -pants- why they call you ‘Pansy.’
Frank: Shut the hell up! -Whine- That's a cliche in fanfiction!
No one dares to ask Frank how he's aware of that. Suddenly, the five men spot a cab pulling over. They quickly hail it and hop inside, the ‘fangirls’ intently scratching at the window. Bob shivers. Non-stalker fans, however, can be seen hundreds of feet away, shaking their heads in disappointment.
Frank: -Jumps into Bob’s arms- Get us out of heeere!
Bob: Ugh. Yeah, uhm, can we get to the airport?
Cab Driver: Manhattan?
Bob: Yeah. –The guys all nod in unison-
Suddenly, a bright array of lights blink at them from the top of the cab as the driver turns around.
Mikey: Did we win the lottery?
Ben Bailey: You guys are in the Cash—
The driver stops to stare and laugh.
Ben: Hey, it’s My Chemical Romance! My little niece loves you.
Mikey: -Shudder-
Gerard: Uh, yeah. We just had a brutal fa-- um, attack, and need to get there very soon.
Ben: Fan-what? Well, okay, guys. Do you wanna play?
Frank: -Before anyone else can speak- YES!
All the guys: FRANK!
Gerard: You fucker.
Frank: What?
Everyone shrugs and sighs. Ben begins driving.
Ben: Okay, guys, for $50.00; what four-member sixties group from New Jersey won four Tony Awards in 2006?
Frank: -Again, before anyone can answer- Hey, it’s us!
Mikey: ...–Megasigh-
Frank: What?
Gerard: We didn’t win four Tony Awards in 2006, moron! –Smacks Frank upside the head-
Frank: Ow. And, we should have.
Ray: Wow. We're not a four member, moron.
Frank: Bob doesn't count. He's from Chicago, duh.
Everyone, if you will, 'facepalms.'
Ben: Uhm, okay, guys, strike one! Watch out, two more of those and I gotta kick you out.
Guys: -Megasigh-
Ben: Okay, second question; what pastry was so immensely popular because it saved so much time in the kitchen, and were originally called ‘number cakes?’
Mikey: Popsicles!
Ray: Mikey!
Bob: I've lost all faith in mankind.
Mikey: What?
Ray: Popsicles aren’t a type of pastry, OR cake!
Mikey: But… popsicles are... so... great.
Gerard: How is this boy related to me?... This is why I went to college, Mikes.
Ben: Well, strike two! Next question… What was voted the MTV Summer Song back in 2005? Last question, we’re a block from your destination.
Gerard: Okay, guys, uhm…
Bob: Wasn’t it—
Frank: Maybe it was Taking Back Sunday. ‘Cute Without the ‘E’,’ you know. And Adam loves Gerard, biffles. -Chu-
Gerard: Shut up. You're jealous.
Bob: It was—
Ray: No, it was probably Panic at the Disco… but was their album even out?
Bob: Guys! I—
Gerard: Well, whatever. 'I Write Sins, Not Tragedies.'
Frank: -Sings- Haven’t you people ever heard of, closing the— -High pitched note-
Bob: NO, GUYS! It’s I’m Not O—
Ben: Eerr! Strike three, you’re out. It was one of your own; I’m Not Okay, I Promise!
Guys: -Unified- UGHH!
Gerard: Frank, you're a fucking moron.
Bob: Damn it, guys! That’s what I was trying to tell you!
Gerard: You should have just told us!
Ray: Yeah!
Mikey: Geez, speak up.
Frank: I hope this guilt is on your shoulders. –Prods Bob-
Bob: -Gets out of cab- You guys suck.
All the guys get out of the cab, only to be greeted by two dozen tired-looking fangirls. They begin running once more as they resume their block-away destination…
Once again, the Cash Cab does no good.
- - -
Ain't it lame?
Hope it was somewhat entertaining, anyway.
checked: shorty.
But I didn't want to make it excessively long, so it's shortened for that purpose.
Humor, obviously.
I didn't think it was that great, but feedback was good. xD
Written long ago.
Title: My Chemical Romance, You're in the Cash Cab!
Author: Adrisole Q. Kazoo
Rating: PG - Minor swearing.
Fandom: My Chemical Romance, lol.
Type: Oneshot.
Summary: What happens when My Chemical Romance gets trapped in the Cash Cab?
Will stupidity ensue?
Yes, yes it will.
- - -
My Chemical Romance is running away, and running fast. A flock of ‘fangirls,’ as they are most commonly referred to, are chasing them down the streets of New York after playing a lively concert.
Gerard: -Almost falls- Frank, move your damned short legs faster!
Frank: -Runs faster and almost trips, AGAIN- I… can’t do it!
Ray: -Rolls eyes- We now know... -pants- why they call you ‘Pansy.’
Frank: Shut the hell up! -Whine- That's a cliche in fanfiction!
No one dares to ask Frank how he's aware of that. Suddenly, the five men spot a cab pulling over. They quickly hail it and hop inside, the ‘fangirls’ intently scratching at the window. Bob shivers. Non-stalker fans, however, can be seen hundreds of feet away, shaking their heads in disappointment.
Frank: -Jumps into Bob’s arms- Get us out of heeere!
Bob: Ugh. Yeah, uhm, can we get to the airport?
Cab Driver: Manhattan?
Bob: Yeah. –The guys all nod in unison-
Suddenly, a bright array of lights blink at them from the top of the cab as the driver turns around.
Mikey: Did we win the lottery?
Ben Bailey: You guys are in the Cash—
The driver stops to stare and laugh.
Ben: Hey, it’s My Chemical Romance! My little niece loves you.
Mikey: -Shudder-
Gerard: Uh, yeah. We just had a brutal fa-- um, attack, and need to get there very soon.
Ben: Fan-what? Well, okay, guys. Do you wanna play?
Frank: -Before anyone else can speak- YES!
All the guys: FRANK!
Gerard: You fucker.
Frank: What?
Everyone shrugs and sighs. Ben begins driving.
Ben: Okay, guys, for $50.00; what four-member sixties group from New Jersey won four Tony Awards in 2006?
Frank: -Again, before anyone can answer- Hey, it’s us!
Mikey: ...–Megasigh-
Frank: What?
Gerard: We didn’t win four Tony Awards in 2006, moron! –Smacks Frank upside the head-
Frank: Ow. And, we should have.
Ray: Wow. We're not a four member, moron.
Frank: Bob doesn't count. He's from Chicago, duh.
Everyone, if you will, 'facepalms.'
Ben: Uhm, okay, guys, strike one! Watch out, two more of those and I gotta kick you out.
Guys: -Megasigh-
Ben: Okay, second question; what pastry was so immensely popular because it saved so much time in the kitchen, and were originally called ‘number cakes?’
Mikey: Popsicles!
Ray: Mikey!
Bob: I've lost all faith in mankind.
Mikey: What?
Ray: Popsicles aren’t a type of pastry, OR cake!
Mikey: But… popsicles are... so... great.
Gerard: How is this boy related to me?... This is why I went to college, Mikes.
Ben: Well, strike two! Next question… What was voted the MTV Summer Song back in 2005? Last question, we’re a block from your destination.
Gerard: Okay, guys, uhm…
Bob: Wasn’t it—
Frank: Maybe it was Taking Back Sunday. ‘Cute Without the ‘E’,’ you know. And Adam loves Gerard, biffles. -Chu-
Gerard: Shut up. You're jealous.
Bob: It was—
Ray: No, it was probably Panic at the Disco… but was their album even out?
Bob: Guys! I—
Gerard: Well, whatever. 'I Write Sins, Not Tragedies.'
Frank: -Sings- Haven’t you people ever heard of, closing the— -High pitched note-
Bob: NO, GUYS! It’s I’m Not O—
Ben: Eerr! Strike three, you’re out. It was one of your own; I’m Not Okay, I Promise!
Guys: -Unified- UGHH!
Gerard: Frank, you're a fucking moron.
Bob: Damn it, guys! That’s what I was trying to tell you!
Gerard: You should have just told us!
Ray: Yeah!
Mikey: Geez, speak up.
Frank: I hope this guilt is on your shoulders. –Prods Bob-
Bob: -Gets out of cab- You guys suck.
All the guys get out of the cab, only to be greeted by two dozen tired-looking fangirls. They begin running once more as they resume their block-away destination…
Once again, the Cash Cab does no good.
- - -
Ain't it lame?
Hope it was somewhat entertaining, anyway.
checked: shorty.
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