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Shorty the Commander of Pointless  
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(10/28/00 1:54:01 pm)
Reply Obscure! [Fanfic] Part One
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I know, I know. I never finished that one about the package.. "Fragile" was it? But here I am to write another fanfic. Dunno how long it'll be but I will finish it.

[SHORTY's bedroom. SHORTY lies on his bed undisturbed relaxed]

SHORTY: *sigh* This is the life...

[when suddenly]

SFX: CRASH!!
SHORTY: What the hell?!

[there is a slight pause]

SHORTY: It's probably nothin'.
SFX: CRASH!!
SHORTY: [rolls eyes] Or not. [gets up and walks down stairs]

[TPCG living room. SHORTY bursts in]

SHORTY: Alright! What the bloody hell is going on?!
LIL: Shush... Teevee...
SHORTY: [turns the television off] Was it you making that racket?
LIL: Racket? [blink] Like in tennis? ^_^
SHORTY: [groans] I meant noise!
LIL: Noise? Like noise pollution? ^_^
SHORTY: Stop with the Anime eyes!
LIL: [blink] ^_^
SHORTY: Raaargh! [storms out with a black scribble above his head]

[Hall way. Shot of SHORTY just walking down when there is a massive -thump-thump- of bass and a -twang!- of a guitar]

SHORTY: Guitars?!

[Another shot of the hall way. SHORTY runs across the hall way with an angry look on his face]

SHORTY: That bloody din is coming from Munkee's room!

[Another shot of the hall. Then a shot of MUNKEE's door. SHORTY bashes it down. The noise gets loudly]

SHORTY: [screeching] MUNKEE!!

[Suddenly the music stops. We see MUNKEE and two other characters holding instruments]

MUNKEE: Oh hi.
SHORTY: What the hell are you doing?
MUNKEE: Rehearsing.
SHORTY: Rehearsing what, pray tell?
MUNKEE: Our music.
SHORTY: "Our"?
MUNKEE: Yeah, I've got a couple of the guys over.. This is Smelly.
SMELLY: Hi.
MUNKEE: And this is Kitten!
KITTEN: Hey.
SHORTY: [sarcastic] Yes, yes, very nice.. But could you turn it down a teensy weensy bit?  
MUNKEE: [pause; thinks] No.
SHORTY: [coldy] Fine. Just stop that damn crashing!
MUNKEE: Crashing? We didn't make any crashing...
SHORTY: You didn't?
MUNKEE: Nope.
SHORTY: Well, I'm gonna find out who did!
MUNKEE: [rolls his eyes] Whatever.
SHORTY: [starts walking out but turns round] Ah.. Munkee?
MUNKEE: Yeah?
SHORTY: What's your bands name?
MUNKEE: Celery Assualt.
SHORTY: [pause] Right. [walks out]

[another shot of the hall way. A second later the music starts up again. It is dimmed so we can here SHORTY talking]

SHORTY: Of course, it's him... Why didn't I think of HIM before?

[RIOCHET's basement. RIOCHET is singing to himself]

RIOCHET: There are four dead rats in the cemetry!

[SHORTY bursts in]

SHORTY: Right!
RIOCHET: [gets an anime sweat drop]
SHORTY: It's you that's been making this noise hasn't it?! Hasn't it?!
RIOCHET: Yes! I admit it!! I SING to myself! It's just I miss my mama!! I miss her!! [starts crying and starts wiping his nose of SHORTY's shirt]
SHORTY: No, no.. You don't understand... I mean was it you doing all that crashing?
RIOCHET: No! ^_^
SHORTY: Gurgle... Fine.

[SHORTY walks out]