Prestory Part 1
Sam
WORD! This is the result of two days work (though you can't tell), lots of chocolate milk, a vague idea for a future plot and absolutely no present plot. Worst story...EVER. You have been warned!
Author's Note: The concept of Arnold saying 'Wee-man' belongs to whoever was in the chat yesterday, making a fool of themselves. (Yea! Go them!)
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You thought it was bad before...
Well you ain't seen nothing yet.
The YY Files: Pre Story #1
Part One: Teething
Earth. Our home. A vast expanse of atoms which managed to host life. Some marvel at the beauty of this planet. Others, realize it's just one big chunk of dirt, floating around in an airless void, with no purpose what-so-ever except for rotating around the sun. But this big ball of space dust harbors many mysteries. Life itself in general. But what if there was a new kind of life form? A disruption in the DNA pattern unlike any seen before? A horrendous mistake in lifes own private gene pool that could, in time, disrupt the very fabric of time and space itself and bring the world to an abrupt end? Infact, this living time bomb already exsists, though in the most unlikely of places. Which is where our story begins...actually, it begins about half way through our story but let's over look that point. It sounds more dramatic this way.
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::A familiar house::
Sam: ~stretched out on the couch, staring at the TV~
Hiei: ~curled up in the blue Lay-Z-Boy chair, also staring at the TV~
::On the TV::
Tony Little: Are YOU tired of being scrawny and weak?! Are YOU sick of being pushed around because YOU don't have the muscles to defend YOUrself?! I'm Tony Little, and I'm here to get YOU pumped!
Arnold Schwartz-however you spell it: THAT'S RIGHT YOU PUNY NORTH AMERICANS! YOU SCRAWNY EXCUSES FOR PEOPLES!
Tony: We're here to show YOU how too GET FIT! Here's Bob ~points to a scrawny guy who waves~ We're going to get him fit! ~shoves Bob on a bench press~ Give me thirty reps BOY-YO!
Arnold: PUSH YOU LITTLE WOMAN! COME ON WEE-MAN!
Bob: I...I...I CAN'T!
Arnold: YOU'RE GOING TO LIFT THAT 5000 POUND WEIGHT THIRTY TIMES OR I'M GOING TO THROW YOU OUT THE NEAREST WINDOW, WEE-MAN!
Bob: ~sobs, lifts the weight, then gets crushed~
Arnold: ~shaking his gargantuan sized fist~ THAT IS THE FIFTH ONE TODAY! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU PUNY PEOPLES?!
::Not on the TV::
Sam: Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that is brain cell melting material.
Hiei: Agreed.
Sam: Have you noticed something odd lately?
Hiei: Actually, it's been too...normal.
Sam: Exactly. It's like all this crazy stuff happens all at once, and now everything is normal. We need to DO something!
Hiei: Like...
Sam: Well, we could go find Justin and kill him!
Hiei: The who in the what now?
Sam: That guy...off that show...with those other guys...forget it. Let's just go over to Chad's.
Hiei: Has his wall been rebuilt from when the grass attacked?
Sam: Nah. He just put up a sheet of plastic.
::At Chad's::
**Connected to IP 122.44.188.776. TFORT3J**
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**Disconnected from Team Fortress. Please type reply or exit**
Chad: ACK! That's the fourth time I've been disconnected! What is UP?! Cable was supposed to stop the disconnections! I've been gyped! What if Mike shoots me while I'm gone? NOOOOO!
The doorbell: ~rings~
Chad: This better be important, or else I may be subjected to giving someone the Chad-O-Mad-O. ~gets up from his chair, which has quite an imprint in it, and opens the front door~ Eht?
Sam: Hey Chad...I was worried you wouldn't be able to walk. Thought that maybe your legs had given out from sitting at your computer for fourteen days straight.
Chad: Fifteen! What do you want? I need to play TFC! Speak up before I Phantom Sting your ass!
Sam: I just wanted to know if you wanted to do something.
Chad: Yes. PLAY TEAM FORTRESS! PHANTOM...STIIIIING! ~jabs Sam in the neck with his fingers, then runs back into the house, slamming the door~
Sam: OW! I hate it when he does that!
Hiei: ~sitting on Chad's step, looking boredly at the Safeway~ What next?
Sam: Misewell just go up to Brenda's...
::At Brenda's::
Brenda: ~hands on hips, glaring angrily at the washing machine~ Hurry up already! I need that load of towels, and I need them now! ~turns to look at the guinea pig cages~ How many times have I told you, no making messes on my make-shift capes?
Snowy, Goldie, and Sally: ~do guinea pig type things~
Brenda: How dare you, incompitant fools?! You must listen to me! I command you to never do that again!
The doorbell: ~rings~
Brenda: OOO! Maybe it's Stephen and maybe he has fries! ~runs upstairs and flings open the door~ Oh. It's you.
Sam: Yea. Nice too see YOU too.
Brenda: ~points at Hiei~ What's he doing here?
Sam: He lives with me. He goes where I go.
Brenda: HEH HEH HEH!
Hiei: ~kicks him~
Brenda: OW!
Sam: Uh...right. Do you want to do something? Preferably something insane and stupid?
Brenda: I LOVE insane and stupid! Just a sec, I gotta get my cape! ~runs out of view~
Hiei: I can tell with him around something stupid will deffinately happen. It's a given.
Sam: Yea, well...that's life.
Brenda: ~comes back wearing a semi-wet towel~ Okay, I'm ready! Where are we going?
Sam: Dunno. I was hoping you'd have some idea.
Brenda: Um...let's go see the vampire and his boyfriend!
Sam: It's better than nothing, I guess.
Hiei: How do we get there? Better yet, where is there?
Brenda: Good question! This is a job for the Great Brandoni!
Sam: Oy
Brenda wait...The Great Brandoni: I'll use my special X-Ray vision and built in Fang Magnet™ to find them! ~closes eyes~ A-HA! Follow me! ~jumps into a Safeway cart which begins blowing down the street for some strange reason~
Hiei: I really hate these Cart-Mobiles ~hops in as it goes by~
Sam: Me too. ~jumps in~
The Great Brandoni: Too my fellow fruity men's house!
::We Interrupt This Story For An Important News Flash::
~odd news music plays and the camera zooms in on a desk with two figures sitting at it~
Kenny: Hello, I'm Kenny, News Anchor extrodinair! This is my co-host, Tabitha.
Tabitha: ~sighs~ Yes, I'm News Anchor Woman, Tabitha. We're here because, well, this was the only spots left in the story and we had to take what we could get.
Kenny: The GOOD news is, we got these spots before Kristine and Bryan did!
Tabitha: Who's Bryan?
Kenny: This really grungy kid at our school. He doesn't use soap. He doesn't shower. End of story.
Tabitha: ....riiiight. Anywho, we're here to keep you posted on the latest breaking news. In other words, it's just a plot filler.
Kenny: But SHHHH! You didn't know that!
Tabitha: Our first story, is about some cult located in eastern New York. Apparently, there is a group of people parading around the Statue of Liberty, shouting 'Kill Roy!'
Kenny: Too me, it sounds like 'Kilroy'.
Tabitha: No one asked you, arrogant Canadian scum!
Kenny: Oh yea?! Shove it up your ass, you damn yank!
Tabitha: ~punches him in the face~ Watch your mouth, bitch!
Kenny: Why you little---
^^TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES! Please, stand-by^^
::We now return you to our regularly scheduled story::
::Outside a Victorian style house::
Sam: Hrm. Looks like a weird neighborhood...
The Great Brandoni: No kidding. I saw some lawyers when we were whizzing by in the Cart-Mobile!
All three: ~shudder~
Hiei: Hey...look at that...~points to a support on the porch~
Sam: It looks like termites got into it or something!
~a loud scream pierces the air, followed by a crashing sound~
The Great Brandoni: Quick! It came from inside!
All: ~run inside, only to crash into Greg~
Greg: YEOW!
The Great Brandoni: Whale man! I heard a scream! Do my ears decieve me or is something wrong?
Merlock: ~comes running around the corner~ RUN! Run for your lives!
Hiei: Wha-
Merlock: No time! JUST RUN!
Greg: ~grabs Sam and Brenda by the shirt collars and drags them through a near-by door, while Merlock follows with Hiei, slamming the door shut behind them~
Sam: Where are we?! And what's going on?
The Great Brandoni: It's dark!
Merlock: ~panting~ I think we lost them...
Greg: ~a thunking noise is heard~ Oh crap! We're in the closet!
Merlock: Dead end!
Greg: No time to hide somewhere else! Everyone, STAY QUIET!
~a few moments pass in silence, then a sound suspiciously like rabid wolverines is heard getting closer and closer. After several minutes it fades away followed by scuffling~
Greg: Phew...
Hiei: Could whoever is grabbing my ass, LET GO?!
The Great Brandoni: Whoops...thought that was some blunt object I could use to defend myself with! My bad!
Sam: ~punches the air next to her~ Don't touch Hiei!
Merlock: OW! That was my eye!
Greg: Don't touch Merlock! ~swings~
The Great Brandoni: OW!
Sam: EVERYONE STOP! Can someone please explain what is going on?! And can we please get out of this closet.
Greg: Alright...first let's ~dramatic pause~ come out of the closet.
Merlock: Sounds good.
The Great Brandoni: I'm game.
Greg, Mer, and Brenda: ~walk out of the closet~
The Great Brandoni: HOLY! ~points to everything wood that WAS in the hall with the closet. It's all torn to shreds~
Greg: ~shakes head~ I'm afraid you all picked a bad time to visit.
Merlock: A VERY bad time.
Greg: You see... Sam, why are you still in the closet?
Sam: ~scowls~ Use your brain. Think. ~holding Hiei's arm tightly~ HE is not coming out of any closet.
Greg: ...OH! Okay. You two can come out of the small boxed in room.
Sam: That's better. ~steps out with Hiei~ As you were saying?
Merlock: ~sighs and slumps against the wall~ The kids are teething.
The Great Brandoni: Whoa...burn.
Sam: I take it they all have fangs? Things are getting ugly?
Greg: ~leans against the wall, which has a few holes in it~ Not all. Ziggy, Fruit Cake and Chun Chun don't have any. The others...let's just say, it's been a nightmare for the past few days.
Hiei: Hn. You should get them muzzles.
Merlock: That's not a bad idea...
Greg: Look at this place! It's a mess! ~points to furniture that's falling apart, cords gnawed through, and plaster crumbling from the walls and ceilings~
Sam: How the hell did they get the ceilings?
Greg and Mer: ~look at each other and shrug~
The Great Brandoni: Who do we know that can help us in the kids department...
Sam: Not me.
Hiei: Not me.
Sam: Wait! Amber! She baby-sits Dommy! Maybe she can help us!
Merlock: How can we get her here? ~there's a loud crash from upstairs~ And as soon as possible?
Sam: Only way I can think of is for Peanut to fly to Wisconsin and back.
Greg: Some of us need to stay here to keep the kids from getting outside the house. God forbid what could happen.
The Great Brandoni: The short fellow and I shall go! I, the Great Brandoni, am the only one who can find the way back with my built in Fang Magnet™!
Hiei: Only if you drop that annoying title!
Brenda: ~grumbles~ Only because it involves riding a dragon.
Hiei: Stand back everyone. ~holds out arm~
Merlock: Wait, wait! Not inside the house! ~pushes Brenda and Hiei out~ And hurry up! This place is going to fall apart!
Sam: Good luck!
Brenda: Ha ha! We don't NEED luck! ~watches as Peanut springs out from Hiei's arm~ We have a dragon! ~hops on Peanut's back~ Onward trusty steed, there are babies to be held at bay!
Hiei: ~on Peanuts head~ Chhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaarge!
~the three of them fly off~
Sam: So...what now?
Merlock: We begin the dangerous task on wrangling babies.
Sam: Lovely.
::News Report, NUMBER 2::
Kenny: ~wearing a neck brace and an arm cast~
Tabitha: ~holding crutches, favouring her bandaged left leg~
Kenny: ~clears throat~ It turns out, that protest we mentioned earlier was actually a bunch of hippies listening to the song 'Mr. Roboto' really, really, really loud and singing with it.
Tabitha: Our newest and RELIABLE news story, is developing as we speak. In the small town of Ishtin, Iraq, pillow cases are attacking people.
Kenny: The pillow cases have been on the rampage for roughly the last two hours. Obviously, there is something wrong with this picture.
Tabitha: Yes...and several people have already died from being trampled. We'lll bring you more as the story develops!
::In Wisconsin:
Amber: Bwaheheheheh! This is the eight hundreth and eight-eighth time I've watched Poltergeist Report! Go me! ~looks around~ Hey, where is everyone?
Trunks: They're smart. They're hiding.
Milliardo: I haven't seen Tabitha since that strange black van came and took her away.
Amber: Milliardo! Idiot! Why didn't you help her?!
Milliardo: I'm still anchored to this table!
Amber: Oooooo! Right! Well, guess we better go find Tabby! You two have to be good if I un-handcuff you.
Trunks: Anything! Just let me go! My wrists are rubbed raw!
~a loud thud from outside makes the houses windows vibrate~
Amber: What the shells?!
Brenda: ~from outside~ Yoooou hooooo!
Amber: BRENDA?! ~runs outside~ What are you doing here?! ~spots Hiei and Peanut~ Hiei! You fudgepacker!
Hiei: I AM NOT A FUDGEPACKER!
Amber: That's not what I heard!
Brenda: We can talk about fudgepacking later! Right now, we need you to come to Greg and Mer's right away!
Amber: Fudgepacking...overload...why?
Hiei: Their...kids...are teething and tearing through everything in sight.
Amber: And you want me to go on a suicide mission...why?
Hiei: Sam said you know some stuff about kids.
Amber: Of course! Kids love me!
Brenda: Good. ~gets misty eyed~ We must embark on a long and dangerous journey. Numerous parils await us. Will there be doom? Will there be death? Will there be babies that attack on sight?
Amber: Dude, who are you talking too?
Brenda: ~blinks and sees that Hiei, Amber, Trunks and Milliardo are all already on Peanut~ D'oh! ~climbs up~ Let's go!
Amber: One more question...why are you wearing a wet towel?
Brenda: CAPE!
::Back at the Holmes Household::
Sam: ~wearing an umpires mask, two oven mitts, and pillow cases strapped on with duct tape~ Are you sure this will be enough?
Greg: ~dressed in the same attire~ I...I don't know! We can only pray that they aren't all in the same room together.
Merlock: Well, I left Pyper and Grelock in the enclosed play pen. We don't have worry about them.
Sam: Alright...should we split up to find the other five then?
Greg: I suppose. Just follow the sounds of splintering wood...~runs off~
Merlock: I'll take the basement. You take the upstairs.
Sam: Okay. See you in hell, Mer.
Merlock: I can hardly wait. ~disappears through a door~
Sam: Well, this is deffinately not how I planned to spend my weekend. ~thunder echoes through the house~ Hmpf! It just got dark and stormy out. This can't be a good sign.
TRSK: And so, our hero trudges to her doom...
Sam: When the author starts narrating, you KNOW you're in trouble.
TRSK: Into dangers unknown...will she live?
Sam: ~stops at the top of the stairs, just as the power goes off~ Crap! One of the babies must have gnawed through the electrical cord!
TRSK: Or, maybe the LIGHTNING knocked out a power box. Dumb ass.
Sam: Lightning?
~the hallway is suddenly illuminated, the shape of a small blue baby with streaked blonde and purple hair, flashing briefly in the center of the hallway before all goes dark again~
Sam: ACK! Give me a fricking heart attack why don't you?!
~the lightning flashes again, and the baby is a few feet closer~
Sam: This is starting to scare me.
::Outside::
Amber: It's raining! Trunks! Give me your jacket!
Trunks: But then I'll be cold!
Amber: Better you than me.
Trunks: ~grumbles and hands it over~
Peanut: ~snorting and sputtering~
Brenda: What's wrong with your beast?
Hiei: He doesn't like water much...he's a fire dragon.
Brenda: Whoopdee do. Wait! My Fang Magnet™ just kicked in! We're here!
Hiei: WHOA PEANUT!
Peanut: ~ploughs into the ground, metres from the house, sending everyone flying~
Amber: What the hell?! You stupid dragon!
Milliardo: My aching ass!
Trunks: Ooooow. My face!
Brenda: ~sobbing~ My cape! My cape is torn!
Ms. Pringle (the lady who lives across the street): What the hell are you hooligans doing?! Stop vandalizing the fence posts!
Hiei: Peanut, return! ~insert Pokemon music here along with special effects~
~a scream is heard from inside the house~
Brenda: Oh no! We're too late!
Hiei: That was Sam!
Trunks: Heh heh heh...good...very good...
Brenda: Forward, CHARGE! ~runs in through the door, and up the stairs~
Sam: ~trying to pry the baby off her face~ GET OFF ME YOU LITTLE SON OF TWO BASTARDS!
Brenda: ~starts laughing~ You have a baby on your face!
Amber: ~comes to a halt at the top of the stairs~ What the...HEH HEH HEH! That looks hilarious! Samantha has a baby on her face!
Sam: You guys suck! Get it off!
~the hall is suddenly dark again as the door downstairs closes~
Milliardo: ~looking around the dark nervously~ Are there any more?
Sam: Only...~grunt~ ...four...more...~grunt~ A HA! ~holds the squirming baby up~ I gotcha!
Amber: Wow, these things are ugly!
Baby: ~makes grabbing motions at Amber~ Nananana...
Hiei: Gibberish...~shakes head~
~lightning flashes~
Trunks: OHMARYMOTHEROFCHRIST! NONONONONONONO! ~screams get cut off~
Amber: Trunks?! Are you alright?
Milliardo: I was just sprayed by something that could quite possibly be blood!
Sam: Hiei, quick! Your sword!
Trunks: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! It's on my FACE! My beautiful face! It is now GNAWING at my EYEBALL! Alright, it has moved on to my nose! It is CHEWING on my nose! Now it's ----AH!
Brenda: Wait! I got it! ~grabs the baby and rips it off~ Bad baby! BAD!
Amber: trunks! How bad is it!
Trunks: Oooow. I think it gnawed half my face off.
Hiei: ~snickers~
~the lights suddenly switched back on~
Sam: Oh..I guess it was the storm!
Amber: AHHH! Trunks! You're...bleeding!
Trunks: ~has a few cuts and bite marks on his face. Faints~
Sam: Amber...Trunks...Milliardo...good to see you all. Welcome to the house of horrors.
Brenda: ~examining the baby he's got~ Heh heh heh. It's cute! ~baby is blue with blonde hair and large blue eyes~ It reminds me of me!
Sam: ...no comment. ~holds the baby she has out infront of her~ Let's get these somewhere containing, shall we?
Greg: Hey! I caught Ziggy! ~holds up Ziggy triumphantly~ EEE! Dorcas!~grabs the baby Sam's holding~ Bob! ~grabs Brenda's~ I see they drew blood. ~sniffs~ My children...I'm so proud!
Merlock: ~comes in holding Fruit Cake and Chun Chun~ They were gnawing on chew toys behind the furnace.
Amber: Man, these babies are messed!
Brenda: Here here!
Sam: Ugh...what now?
Merlock: ~looks at Amber~ Yea, what now?
Amber: Um...er...well...first let's get all the babies together in one spot.
::A few minutes later::
Greg: Alright. Now they're all in the handy plastic play pen.
Amber: Babies mouths hurt when they teeth. We need to numb the pain and maybe THAT will make them settle down.
Sam: No problem. ~pulls a miniture Khaluha bottle from her pocket~
Brenda: ~gasps~ Sam! You alcoholic you!
Sam: I was just...carrying this...for emergencies. Yea. ~puts some on her finger, then rubs it in each babies mouth~ Heh. That's what I had done to me. It shut me right up.
Babies: ~all slowly go to sleep~
Greg: Heh! Magic!
Amber: Uh huh. Right. Sammy, do you realize you just gave alcohol to children?!
Sam: Who cares? In ten years, they won't remember any of it!
Trunks: ~sobbing~ My beautiful face...
Milliardo: What if that kid had, like, rabies or something? Then Trunks would, like, get rabies too and be rabid. Yea.
Amber: If my Trunks gets rabies because of your filthy misfit child, I swear that I'll tear you limb from limb!
Merlock: My children do NOT have rabies!
Greg: Um...guys?
Amber: Another thing, if my Trunks has to get plastic surgery to fix the horrible damage your freaky baby has done, be warned, it's coming out of your budget, fang boy!
Merlock: He doesn't need surgery! He was ugly to begin with!
Greg: Guys...seriously...
Amber and Merlock: WHAT?!
Greg: The house is kinda collapsing. ~points to the doorway that just caved in~
Brenda: Ah. The Great Brandoni thinks it would be wise to get out of here! ~jumps out the window, sending glass shards flying~
Milliardo: I'm with him. ~jumps out, head first~
Merlock: Perfect! Just perfect! ~grabs the play pen and jumps out after them~
Hiei: ~looks at Sam~ What was it you were saying about a boring day?
Sam: Shut up.
::Outside the now-collapsed house::
Merlock: ~scowling darkly, observing the rubble~
Amber: Whew. Better hope you guys are insured.
Trunks: ~still sobbing~ My...face...
Hiei: Hn. I hate rain. ~pulls his cloak tighter around himself~
Brenda: Hey little short dude, how is it that your hair can stand up even when it's soaking wet?
Hiei: Wires.
Sam: Hey, don't you think someone should see if Milliaro is still alive? ~points to said person, who is spread eagle, face down on the ground~
Amber: Nah. I'm sure he'll get up sooner or later.
Merlock: ~begins pacing around~ This seriously sucks. Where are we gonna live?! We're going to have to call contracters in to fix the place.
Greg: If all else fails, we could go to Julie's.
Merlock: ...you're kidding, right?
Greg: ~shrugs~ Just an idea.
Amber: Come on Mer, you know the real reason he wants to go to Julie's!
Merlock: ~fumes and turns around, crossing arms~
Sam: Buuuurn.
Voice: What the hell are you hooligans doing now?!
Greg: Ms. Pringle, now is NOT the time.
Ms. Pringle: GOD DAMN HOOLIGANS! Looky! The house is blown to splintereens!
Brenda: ~whispers~ Is that even a word?
Merlock: Yes, we are aware of that fact. Now, get lost lady!
Ms. Pringle: Why I never! Wait a second...why are you blue? AHHH! I've been living next to cultists for the last few months!
Amber: ~snickers~
Greg: Now Ms. Pringle, I think it would be best if you just went back into your house and forget any of this happened.
Ms. Pringle: The hell with that! I'm calling the cops! Busting your little hooligan asses! ~turns to leave~
Grelock: ~opens one eye and makes growling noises~
Sam: ~looks towards the pen~ Whazzat? ~the latch opens~ HEY!
Grelock: ~shoots out like a missile and latches on to Ms. Pringle's neck~
Ms. Pringle: AHHHH! Satan as a baby! Satan as a baby! ~falls over and claws at Grelock~
Brenda: EEP! The double Y is out for blood!
Merlock: Grelock! ~jumsp forward and pries him (using the term him very loosely) off~
Greg: Quick! Run for it, everyone!
Amber: ~kicks Milliardo~ Get up! Run you useless pilot, run!
Ms. Pringle: ~lays on the ground, the blood from a wound in her neck slowly being washed into the sewer by the rain~ It's...a...demon...
::The Next Day, In Wisconsin::
Amber: Got any twos?
Milliardo: Go fish.
Trunks (whose face is now healed): Hey! A black van just pulled up in your drive-way, Amber.
Amber: A black van? Maybe Adam decided to take care of that dog once and for all with big wheels...
Trunks: ~looking out~ No...it's...it's Tabby!
Amber: Really?! ~jumps up and runs out the door~ Tabby! Hiyas!
Tabitha: Amber! Hi! Guess what happened to me! I was kidnapped by these government people who actually worked for Global news, and then they forced me and Sam's friend Kenny to host this news show and it was really boring and they finally got sick of us eating all their food and decided to take us home but they dropped Kenny off at a roadside ditch because he kept calling them yanks and then they dropped me off here! Hey! Where's Milliardo?
Amber: Oh. Uh. The weirdest thing happened actually...
Milliardo: ~comes out the door, with his legs in splints and carrying crutches~ Uh oh.
Tabitha: MILLIARDO! ~glomps him~ What happened to you?! Did those rabid squirrels go for your legs again?
Amber: ~sweatdrops~ Actually...he jumped out of Mer and Greg's house and broke both his legs.
Tabitha: I...see. Why did Milliardo jump out of Mer and Greg's house?
Amber: It was collapsing. It's a long story. I'll tell you later.
::In Calgary (insert snide Canadian comment, HERE)::
Sam: ~sitting at her computer desk, writing~ I feel kind of bad about Greg and Mer's house being destroyed.
Hiei: ~flipping through the 'Koran'~ Why? It's insured. It's being rebuilt as we speak. You're just mad because you had to lend them the money to rent an apartment.
Sam: Damn straight! You know how long it took me to save that money?! They owe me, big time! Too damn cheap to pay for it themselves...lousy punks... And why did Brenda have to steal one of my towels?
Hiei: His was ripped?
Sam: Oh yea...
::On a ditch, somewhere neither here nor there::
Kenny: ~trudging along, his clothes ripped and his skin sunburned~ Wa..water... ~collapses and watches the vultures circle closer~ Beam me up, god.
Voice: HEY! Get out of my drive-way you little punk!
Kenny: Huh? ~blinks and looks around~ SWEET! I'm in the trailor park! That explains the vultures! Only...a little farther...then I'll be in the sanctuary of my house and I can play Team Fortress! Mo ha ha ha!
~insert the Mr. Roboto song HERE~
Narrator: What the HELL was the point of that story?! Er...so...that concludes our Pre-story to the YY Files. Will the point of this story be revealed some time in the near future? What ever happened to Ms. Pringle? How did the latch mysteriously open on the play pen? Could it be that Grelock really harbors strange and unusually powers, which would leave a plot opening for two F.B.I agents and the crazy adventures they have trying to discover the so-called truth, known as the YY Files? Or, could it be that this summary is just to throw you off so you don't expect the two completely original characters who have really weird names and have to save the world from certain destruction? Or could it be both? What IS going on around here? Find out in the next installment of, 'The YY Files'.
To be continued...