The Demented Minds of Sir Timothy and Aris TGD present A MiSTing of "It's Going to Be a Real Green Day!" a StH fanfic by Elaine Will >Tails came in through the back door, carrying a small bag. JOEL: I got your stash, Sonic. > "Brrrr, it's cold out there," he exclaimed. TOM: Oh, I shall start the fire, Tails, to warm you up. CROW:Burn, little fox! BURN! JOEL:So violent already, Crow? CROW:I have a feeling about this fanfic, Joel...it's not right. >He took something flat out of the bag. When Sonic saw it he was suddenly >bursting with curiosity. TOM:He's getting excited over a coaster? > "Hey, cool, Tails!" he said. "WHat's that > nifty little thing?" CROW:I'll tell you when you're older. [TOM and JOEL audibly wince] >"It's a Cd," Tails said, holding it up for Sonic to see. "Ever heard of >Green Day? This is their 'Insomniac' Cd. Decided I'd get it after I >found out that they only had one copy left." CROW:Umm...Green Day sells records on Mobius? JOEL:Strike one. >Tails put on the Cd and then Sonic went crazy. TOM:I see...and does alternashit usually have this effect on you, Sonic? JOEL:Give in to the dark side. > He jumped around, played >air giutar, and sang along. CROW:Doesn't he have anything better to do...like fight Robotnik or something? JOEL:Course not...I..guess. > "Wow this is good!" he exclaimed. CROW:And I exclaim...I hate this story already! >After a while Tails thought about checking Sonic into the funny farm JOEL:Along with the author. >, but >quickly sorched that idea. Sonic just liked the music. I mean, Tails >thought it was pretty cool himself. >After the CD was over, Tails went over to Sonic and finally managed to >ask him TOM:Can we get out of this fanfic, PLEASE?! >, "Sonic, Do you like Green Day?" >"YES!" Sonic yelled so loud the house shook. CROW:And I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in! >"UMM, look, sonic, it's late, maybe we should get some sleep." >"Oh, yeah, sleep," TOM:Yeah, that. > sonic said, realizing he was very tired. CROW:I am suddenly realizing that I am very tired. TOM: I am suddenly realizing that I would like to bash the author's brain in. >He was >tired all right, but he didn't let that stop him. He closed the door to >his room and went to the corner, where there was a large box sitting, >collecting dust. CROW:Inside was his father'slightsaber, passed down through generations. JOEL:I call no more Star Wars refs. BOTS:Awww... > He produced a large object from the box which appeared >to be.... TOM:You open one of the 997 boxes on this floor to reveal... >..a guitar? JOEL:Yes, a guitar. You play it. The world explodes. >The next morning, Sonic opened the door to Tails room and Tails yawned >and asked, "Good morning, Sonic. Did you sleep well?" TOM:I see that Sonic has conditioned Tails to yawn and speak to him whenever he opens his door. >"I was practicing," Sonic said. >"Huh?" Tails said, not quite getting it. CROW:I know how he feels. >"What do you mean?" >Then Tails looked up and saw that Sonic was holding a guitar with things >plastered on it such as "this end up," and "geek girl". JOEL:As opposed to cool stuff like flames. CROW:But we can't all be James Hetfield. >"Pack up your stuff, Tails," Sonic shouted, "We're goin' on tour! But >first...hair dye!" ALL:*gack* TOM:Let's see...first, Sonic can just forget everything and go on tour... secondly, he believes that just by practicing guitar for a night, he's good enough to *go on* tour, and third, they're going to be a glam metal band! AHH! >They went into the bathroom to dye their hair. There were four colors: >Green, magenta, rusy orange-blond, and purple. Tails chose Green because > he thought it would look neat. Sonic used the remaining colors to dye >his hair mainly purple, and he put swatches of magenta and rusty >orange-blond around the sideburns. CROW:Yep, it's official...Sonic and Tails have gone from freedom fighters to punk rockers in about 5 seconds. >While they were dyeding their hair, they decided that Tails would be the >drummer and Sonic would be the lead singer/guitarist because he thought >of it. JOEL:Oh, I see, that makes sense...HUH? >Then Tails wondered: "We need a bassist." TOM:Sadly, Jason Newsted is booked solid. CROW:We can't get Ben Shepherd either, can we? TOM:Nope...not even Paul D'Armor or Justin Chancellor. JOEL:Cause they're all bassists, you see.. >"I've already taken care of that," Sonic said. "He'll be here >momentarily." CROW:The only thing that's going to make this fanfic halfway decent now is if Les Claypoole walks in. JOEL:*snort* You wish. >Before he woke Tails up he had called Knuckles on the phone and told him >they needed a bassist for their band. TOM:Thank you, exposition. > >Sonic and Tails had finished dyeing their hair. >"How do I look?" Tails asked, grinning evilly. "Nice?" >"Wierd," Sonic shuddered when he saw Tails' hair. "Very wierd." >"I like it!" Tails said. CROW:It's Dialogue Dumping Ground 101. >"How do I look?" Sonic asked, throwing the empty can of purple hair dye >away. >"Even wierder." Tails said, backing away. "Sonic, are you sure about >this?" JOEL:A very good question. >"Of course!" ALL:Doh! >Just then the doorbell rang. "That must be our bassist," Sonic said >excitedly. "C'mon, Tails, Let's GO!" JOEL:Like we've never...gone before. >"Hi, blueboy," Knuckles mused, opening the door. CROW:Well, isn't he courteous? > "Been a while, hasn't >it?" TOM:Ha Ha. Can the melodrama and get your ass in here. >"Knux, I have an idea," Sonic said. "From now on you can call me Billie >Joe Armstrong!" >"And you may call me Mike (Dirnt) Pritchard," Knuckles said, motioning >for Sonic and Tails...err, I mean Billie Joe and Tre...to follow him out >the door. CROW:Yes, let's change our names to glam-sounding ones in 5 seconds for the hell of it...I take it the author's never heard of thinking things over. >Sonic (now Billie Joe) thought of everything. CROW<'Racetrack'>:Jack, you done thinkin' already? TOM:Huh? CROW:Newsies ref... > He'd booked a flight that >would take them to Oakland, CA JOEL:Ummm...*somehow* Sonic, Tails and Knuckles are on Earth...and no one seems to notice they're here, or tell us...HOW THEY GOT HERE!! TOM:Strike two. >, where they'd put on their first concert. CROW:Wish I could put on a coat instead and get out of here. >Word spread fast. TOM:Wash your hands, don't spread it further. > As soon as Billie Joe, Tre', and Mike got settled into >a hotel, the tickets had already sold out. People remembered Green Day. CROW:Like they remember a fist in the face > All of them had a copy of "Insomniac," "Dookie," "Kerplunk!" and >"39/Smooth." TOM:Warning! Ratliff-like superlatives at 12 o'clock! >On November 18, the concert was to be put on. CROW:Sadly, no one showed up, as they were buying "ReLoad." > And what a concert it >would be! The line-up to get into Oakland Place stretched out across the >street, creating a traffic jam and many honking cars. TOM:Goddamn punk rockers, making my car honk! >All these people were preparing themselves for the best concert >ever...and many of them were carrying globs of mud. JOEL:It's "mosh" pit, not "mud" pit. >Backstage, Billie Joe was tuning "Blue," his light blue Fenandes guitar, >his favorite guitar that had been given to him by his mother. However, >this Billie Joe had never used it until now! TOM:Then how does he know how to tune it? >The band was attracting quite a crowd...now they were ready.... >"Hello, people," a voice from offstage said. JOEL:My name is HAL. > "How nice to see so many of >you gathered here for the show. I can see you're all anxious and waiting >for the band to perform. Well, in approximatly 5 seconds, they will. CROW:This guy twists sentences like a politician. >Ladies and gentlemen--GREEN DAY!" >Immediatly a hedgehog, a fox, and an echidna stepped into the spotlight >and started to play one of their favorite songs, "Armitage Shnanks". The >crowd went wild. They cheered and clapped and encored, and for a while >nothing unusual happened. TOM:....except that a hedgehog, a fox, and an echidna are performing in place of Green Day. JOEL: >Halfway through "Brain Stew/Jaded" something hit Billie Joe's hand while >he was playing. JOEL:Direct hit. > He ignored it and continued to play the song. >Then something hit Mike on the head. He whispered to himself, "What >the?" CROW: > Billie Joe could now see it was mud. >Finally another glob of mud went flying through the air. Billie Joe and >Mike ducked off to the side, still playing, and let it hit Tre' in the >face. "HEy!" he said. It was hard to ignore it. JOEL:When it's hitting you in the face, it kinda is. >Then Billie could see the mud was coming from the audience. TOM:No, it's coming from little elfs in the sky, of *course* it's coming from the audience! > Some guys >with mohawks up in the stands starting throwing mud down. They missed, >but oh, well, they got some more from their friends, who had brought >extra and tried again. >Finally people started climbing up onto the stage because they weren't >having much luck sitting down. CROW:That last sentence made about as much sense as "Enterprized." ALL:*shudder* >Billie and Mike couldn't ignore it any longer. They started messing up >their chords and stuttering. TOM:Weren't they doing that before the mud was flying? >After polishing off a box of donuts, the security guards noticed. ALL:*boo* > One >said to his partner, "Hey, what's goin' on out there?" His partner, >being the smarter one, said, "It's a mud fight! I had a feeling the >would happen!" CROW:Then...why the hell didn't you do something about it to begin with?! >Several minutes of mud slinging passed, when finally the security guards >came and eventually got everyone calmed down. TOM:With a sentence or two. >"What the hell just happened?" Billie Joe said angrily. "Do the people >who come here always do that?" JOEL:Only when the band on stage sucks that badly. >"Sure," one of the guards answered. "It's their little tradition." ALL:o/~ tradition...tradition! o/~ JOEL:Okay guys, I call no more of those. CROW:Aww...it's so easy, tho! >The second security guard came and saw Mike, covered in mud from head to >toe, standing on stage. JOEL:It's Trent Reznor at Woodstock! >"You clown!" he said, "What are you still doing on stage? Take a hike, >just like everybody else! Show's over!" >"But you don't understand!" the echidna protested. "I'm with the band!" CROW:That's what they *all* say... >"Fraid not," the guard said, now fairly pissed off. "We only saw two >band members come in." TOM:I see these guys either need glasses or this is just another lame contrivance. >Mike slapped his head and threw up his arms. CROW:Gee, throwing up your arms has gotta hurt. > "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he >managed to choke out. TOM:His elbow got caught halfway up. >"Then forget it," Billie Joe cut in. "We're outta here!" >"Wait!" a third guard said. "Before you leave... >..this is the perfect time for JOEL:A massive beating. >a picture!" >Luckily, Mike had brought a mini-photo album for pictures they took on >their tour. He'd also brought a camera. > >Tre' stuck the picture in the album and wrote below it: Here is a picture >of us after the mud fight at our Oakland concert. We were a real mess! ALL: >He thought for a moment, then wrote: OKAY, OAKLAND IS COQUERED! CROW:Hey, our town just got coquered! How 'bout that! > ON TO TOM:Hell, hopefully. >MIAMI, FL! > >Another plane took the boys to Miami, FL, where they'll put on their next >concert. This one would also be a blast! It would be a blatz! People >would be "Having a Blast"! CROW:So, it'd be a blast? TOM:Guess so. >This time the tickets sold out in under fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, the >boys ate breakfast the next morning in the hotel resterant. >"So..." Billie Joe said, taking a sip of orange juice, "another >record-breaking ticket sell-out, huh?" CROW:Florida orange juice...it makes you feel *so* good. >"Less than fifteen minutes!" Tre' said, spearing a hashbrown with a fork. TOM:Oh, the humanity! That poor hashbrown! JOEL:Easy, Tom. >"That's gotta be a world's record!" >"Yeah, I wish," Mike remarked, producing a newspaper. >"What about Pearl >Jam?" he said, pointing to a headline that said, 'Pearl Jam sell out in >under 20 minutes.' "And the Sex Pistols didn't do too bad either." >"Sex Pistols?" Tre' said, putting down his fork, hashbrown and all. >"They suck! That 'Johnny Rotten' guy is too old to be a punk star >anyway!" TOM:Yeah, and the Rolling Stones and Motorhead are too old, as well. >On the way to the concert, Billie Joe said to Mike, "Hey, Mike, why do >always wear those ugly plaid polyester pants? Most rock stars wouldn't >be caught dead wearing those!" JOEL:Cause we're punk/glam heavy metal wannabes! We've got an image to maintain! >"Well, I'm not 'most rock stars' for your information!" Mike argued. >"Oh, get a life, you two," Tre' said, getting rather annoyed at their >childish ramblings. CROW:It's Oasis, the early days. >SCREECH! The dingy old Ford pulled up to the building. TOM:Unlimited technology from the whole universe and we cruise around in this...Ford POS. > At the same >time, a fox wearing sunglasses peered over the fence. JOEL:Leave Josephae out of this! > "Hey, guys," he >called to his friends, "they're HEEEEEEERRRRE!" CROW:I guess they're here, then. >"'Bout time, too," someone from behind the fence said. JOEL:We want to get out of this fanfic as soon as we can. >"Hey, c'mon, BJ, get outta there!" some of the older guys called to him. > "We're roasting our asses off out here!" >"Alright, alright, i'm coming!" Billie said, getting out of the Ford. >"This is a good time to scoot!" Tre' said to Mike. "Get my drift?" >"No," Mike said, missing the point. >ZIP! Suddenly Tre' disappeared. ALL:*sigh* (what the hell is going on?!) >"Tre'? Tre'?" Mike yelled. >No answer. CROW:Puma? Puma! >"Hey, c'mon, you guys!" the fox called. "Hurry it up over there! Let's >get this show on the road!" Unseen him was a guy on a scooter, who sped >past the crowd. TOM:Who then turned and shot Kennedy. >Billie Joe and Mike saw him, and said, "Hey, who's that on the scooter >tooling around MIKE: o/~ something...has to change, undeniable dilemma, these stupid fanfics aren't something, anyone should bear o/~ CROW: o/~ constant...total suckage numbs me, but I would not want it any other way.. o/~ ALL: o/~ It's not enough! We need more! No fanfic seems to satisfy, again! We don't want it, we just need it...to breathe, to feel, to know we're alive! o/~ TOM:Cause it's Tool, you see... > the parking lot? He looks just like Tre'!" They moved in >for a closer look. The guy on the scooter sped past a crowd of jocks, >and they started yelling, "TRE'!" ALL:Puma! >Then Tre' pulled a pad of paper and a pen out of his pocket and said, >"Hey, who wants autographs? Only five bucks apiece!" ALL:sellouts...sellouts...sellouts! >The crowd went wild. They screamed, " I WAN ONE! YAA! ME TOO! EEEEEEE! >AAAAA! ME! ARRRRRRRRRGGGH!" TOM:"ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGH!"? CROW:Well, maybe the pen exploded or something. >But Tre' didn't do anything. He simply waved the pen in the air and >said, "Aaah, aaah, aah aah! Not till after the concert!" So everyone >went in and everyone was happy. Well, almost everyone. JOEL:The readers were rather pissed, actually. TOM:Along with us. >The concert started. Tre' started a drum solo and everyone knew this was >the song, "Longview." A lot of people liked this song, so they cheered, >clapped, and encored, just like a good audience should. CROW:You just go and be a good little audience! >After the concert, the boys signed autographs. When asked how it was, >they said, "Awful. You should've seen the line-up for atuographs. We >were worried we'd run out of paper. Boy, did our hands ever hurt >afterwards." TOM:Ha ha. They're so funny. >Billie Joe got a fan to take a picture of them being incredibly lazy. JOEL:Well, that's pretty much what "Longview" is all about. >Once again Tre' stuck it in the album and wrote: Here we are after our >Miami concert. It was wild and crazy, and longer than our Oakland >concert (it got cut short because of the mud fight). Now, I think it's >time for some Canadian concerts! On to Halifax, Nova Scotia! TOM:Okay, they do only two American concerts, then they say, screw the rest of the nation, let's do Canada?! > Part two of, "It's Gonna Be a Real Green Day!" CROW:Actually, I think it's going to be a grey day. For all of us. >Almost immediatly the boys were on stage in Halifax, Nova Scotia. JOEL:They've got a Phoenix Gate? >They >knew there was a band coming to open the show, but they had never been >told which band. TOM:They can't handle the truth! > So they waited, and finally after a long time Billie >Joe said, "I can't wait any longer. CROW:I gotta wet 'em! JOEL:CROW! >Let's get started!" He started to >scream: > >"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA >AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR >RRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG >GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! >!!!!!!!!!!" CROW:Ladies and gentlemen, Phil Anselmo and Pantera! TOM:Yeah, right. >He started another scream but then a >green hedghog with a black face appeared on stage. JOEL:Sonic's been transferred to a color film negative! Run! > "Huh?" Billie said >when he saw him standing there. "Who the heck are you?" CROW:I'm Santa Claus. >The hedghog answered, "I'm the lead singer and guitarist for the band >which was going to open this show." TOM:James?! JOEL:No! No! >"Well, bout time," Billie Joe said, rather annoyed. "So what's the >band?" >The hedgehog was not surprised by the question. He simply folded his >arms and said, "Nirvana." ALL: o/~ smells like Nirvana o/~ >"WHAT?!" Billie cried, very confused. "But...but I don't get it! ALL:We're not surprised. >You...you can't be here! You're not supposed to be...here! I'm not >staring at Kurt Cobain! CROW:I'm staring at a color negative of myself! JOEL:I already said that. CROW:Oh...oops. >He's... TOM:Dead, Jim. >...he..." > Billie then started saying wierd >stuff and stuttering, something like this: "AAAaaaager aumty >fhgkvmsskjfkvmnkkkvnjkafnkkamf...." CROW:For our friends in foreign lands... >The hedgehog then said, "Hey, BJ, I got news for you. I am TOM:The pumpkin king. >Kurt Cobain. > I'm alive, all right? Most people find that very hard to understand!" CROW:That I'm really dead! TOM:So don't smoke. >"Well, um, uh, nice to meet you," Billie Joe said, still rubbing his eyes >and slapping his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. JOEL:He can only wish. TOM:We can only wish. >"I think." TOM:I can't, it hurts. >Then Kurt Cobain and his band broke into a song. They started playing >"Lithium," and many people from the audience sang along and cheered, >clapped, blah, blah, blah, you know the rest. CROW:Yep, we sure do. JOEL:We do? > >The next day Billie Joe and Mike went into a record store. TOM:They proceeded to buy all their own CD's, then ship 'em back to the same store to inflate sales. > Billie Joe >was still upset at what had happened the day before. After Nirvana >finished their song, the building rocked with cheering. When Green Day >started playing a song, nobody cheered, or anything, and some people had >even been booing. CROW:Get the hint? JOEL:Now, Crow. >Mike, of course, was trying unsuccsessfuly to cheer Billie up. He said, >"C'mon, Billie, wasn't it great to hear over ten thousand fans singing >along to 'Lithium?'" >"No," Billie Joe answered, "because it wasn't one of our songs!" CROW: >"Well, they still liked our performance, didn't they?" Mike pointed out. >"Not as much as that 'living fossil's' band!" Billie Joe replied angrily. TOM:Ooh! `living fossil', that's gotta be a burn. >"Ah, just forget about it. Here's 'Nevermind'. We'll get it, and see >just what's so great about it," Mike said, waving a 20 dollar bill in the >air. TOM:Not that bad a decision, actually. >"Hold on there, Mike," Billie Joe said, stopping him before he got to the >counter. "We don't need that. We really don.." >He was cut short by Mike, who'd noticed the "MTV Unplugged in New York" >album and exclaimed, "Hey, BJ, how about we make an unplugged album? JOEL:*sigh* does this thing have a point? CROW:Do they ever? >It'll sell for sure, and it might improve our reputation a bit." >"Well, okay, that sounds like a plan," Billie Joe said, liking the idea. >"We'll record our next concert and make an unplugged album." >And no sooner had they set a date for the concert, it would be in >Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, when Nirvana's new live album, "From the Muddy >Banks Of the Wishkah" sold over 20 million copies to those who didn't own >any Nirvana records and were at the concert. ALL:*blink* (if you can make sense of this, I've got a bunch of fanfics by a certain S. Ratliff that I'd like you to look at) >The concert was on Dec. 24, Christmas Eve, to get people more in the mood >for Christmas, they hoped. TOM:Uhh...wouldn't they already *BE* in the mood? And who would go to a concert on that day?! >Tickets this time sold out in half an hour. Good, thought Billie Joe, we >still have lots of loyal fans. ALL:*snicker* >Green Day caught a plane to Saskatoon and went to stay at the Raddison >hotel. Once again, they made a mess of the room, and they found that by >paying a little extra money, they could eat those snacks in the cooler >they found. ALL:No, really?! >There was also some beer in the cooler, but that disappeared >fast. >"This is the life," Tre' said as he lay back on the bed and watched TV. JOEL:Yep, Life O' Riley. >"Enjoy it while you can, Tre'," Mike said as he glanced at his watch, "we >gotta get to the concert." >"Nirvana gonna open it again?" Billie Joe asked. CROW:They don't know? >"Yep, I think so," Tre' answered, turning off the TV. "Guess we better >go." >When they got there they found Kurt Cobain backstage. TOM:Doing H. CROW:o/~ I don't mind...I don't mind..o/~ JOEL:And no more Tool riffs, either. CROW:You're no fun, Joel. JOEL:And just for that, no RAMchips. BOTS:Darn... > "So," he said, >"gonna try another concert?" >"You bet we are, living fossil," Billie Joe said, balling his hands into >fists. CROW:He's mad as hell, and he's not going to take it..whatever it is, anymore! > "Ready or not, we're making an unplugged album. It'll sell >better than yours, I bet." >"You copycats!" Kurt yelled. "That was my idea!" TOM:Was not! CROW:Was too! >"Yeah, so?" Tre' snickered. >"So, you're trying to be as good as my band!" he said, huffing and >fuming. TOM:My band is better than yours! CROW:Is not! TOM:Is too! >"We aren't 'as good as your band'," Billie remarked, "we're better than >your grunge any day." TOM:So nah nah nah. >"Oh yeah?" Kurt fumed. JOEL:This guy's fuming like a chimney. >"How much do you wanna bet?" >"Any money you make off of opening our show," Billie said, smiling. >"All right then," Kurt said, scratching his stubble-covered chin, "If the >audiance goes more wild over our band than they do over yours, we'll get >any money you make off of this whole show." JOEL:Wildness is relative... >"Fine," Billie agreed, and they shook on it. ALL: >Billie joe didn't start without a plan, though. They'd play only their >best songs, they wouldn't play dumb ones like "All By Myself". They'd >play "Brat," then maybe "Panic Song" then "Basket Case," "Welcome to >Paradise," "Tight Wad Hill," "2000 Light-Years Away," "Christie Road," >"Brain Stew/Jaded," "One For the Razorbacks," "Words I Might Have Ate," >"86," "Paper Lanterns," "The Judge's Daughter," then close it all off >with everybody's favorite, "Walking Contradiction." TOM:So the whole point of the fanfic is to write long lists of songs by a bunch of bands for no apparent reason? CROW:Seems that way. >All those were sure >to make the crowd go wild over them. JOEL:We hope. >Green Day were sure only the loyal fans came to this show. ALL:*uberblink* CROW:And just how...did they do THAT?!!? TOM:They were told by a little birdie. > They worried, >but there wasn't really any reason to, because after Nirvana finished >their song, "Smells Like Teen Spririt," the audience didn't go as wild as >they could've. But when the audience heard the opening of "Brat," they >went wild. They moshed, they cut open their little rings they got at the >entrance, making sparks fly, and they stood on their seats. Add all that >to cheering and blah blah blah, then you get someone with a broken leg >being escorted out the back door on a stretcher. TOM:Yeah right, that only happens at Pantera concerts. > Someone threw a full >cup of beer onto the stage >, and someone else was throwing popcorn. JOEL:Hey, how'd Siskel and Ebert get in here? TOM:This fanfic just plain sucked, I give it thumbs down, Gene. CROW:I'll agree for once with you, Roger. Thumbs down. > The >tape was rolling, recording every scream, every clap, every cheer, every >encore, and every CROW:Scream of agony. >note. Things were going well. TOM:So, I guess things are going well. >All the cheering during "Walking Contradiction" almost made the roof fall >in on itself. JOEL:Not the Kingdome! > It also made it hard to hear the music, but oh, well, it >is everybody's favorite song. ALL:Not mine. >The Unplugged in Saskatoon album was mixed and released a few weeks after >the concert. Billie Joe had proved to Kurt Cobain that Green Day were >better than Nirvana. Of course, Kurt couldn't believe this, he threw a >fit and smashed his guitar to pieces. CROW:As opposed to pumpkins? >Uplugged in Saskatoon sold better than Unplugged in New York, so Nirvana >broke up (again) and Dave Grohl went back to his band, the Foo Fighters. >That's certainly foo for thought. ALL:*GROAN* JOEL:Strike three. You're out. >Kurt Cobain was still just getting over what had happened when Green Day >hit the big time (again). He could not bring himself to believe that >this "punk rock" was better than his "grunge". Oh, well, nobody's >perfect, not even Billie Joe. CROW:But from the way this fanfic was written, it sure looks like it. >Billie Joe never went back to his former identity, Sonic the Hedgehog. TOM:The Freedom Fighters were soon overrun, and Dr. Robotnik took over Mobius totally, roboticizing everyone and ruling with an iron grip for generations. Have a nice day. >He said he still wanted to be a punk rock star, and Mike and Tre' wanted >to too. >They sat around in the hotel and played and just messed around in general >for quite a long time. Long live punk rock. JOEL: But thankfully this fanfic is dead. ALL:AMEN! Copyright 1997, 1998 from the Demented Minds of Sir Timothy and Aris TGD >Green Day were sure only the loyal fans came to this show.