Something Or Other, chapter 4
"I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie woooooooooorld!"
And everything just... broke. I burst out laughing, like a maniac, leaning against the doorframe. There kitchen floor was covered in bits of... stuff, food, eating 'utensils' and the works. The drawers this stuff had previously been in were not where they were supposed to be, and someone had ripped one of the cupboard doors off it's hinges.
"She's gone crazy!"
Tre's giggle intruded the conversation. "Hehehe, Kris gone KER-AZY! We can do what we want now!" he leapt forward and began to join in a chorus of that annoying barbie song, while I just stood there, laughing.
My friends looked at me skeptically, inching away a few steps.
"Well..." There was a small silence-- Okay, once again, it wasn't a silence with three men singing "I'm a barbie girl" at the top of their lungs, but still.
It took me a few minutes to halt the laughter, and my sides hurt. Okay. Well, what were we gonna do? After all, these guys couldn't be stopped. And Mike wasn't even drunk... so why was he acting like an idiot? We needed a plan...
"We need a plan!" I repeated out loud, looking surprisingly serious after the little laughing spree, "So... Let's make one!"
"Um... Sure? So... who has a plan?" Roli asked, looking around. No one spoke.
"Let's get Mike and make him create the plan."
We rushed forward, and I sang the Mission Impossible theme song.
"You got that song in my head now! THANKS KRIS!" I heard Steph yell from the other side of the room. I ignored her.
Okay. So, I'm not going to bother explaining about how we got Mike out of the room while he was doing a solo. But, let's just say it involved a lot of beer, cookies, and... well, a good kick.
And he whined like a freaking baby once he was out of the room-- SITTING. IN. MY CHAIR.
"We need a plan, so stop complaining!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO."
"YES."
"NUUUUU!"
"YEEEEEEES!"
"NEVA!"
"NOW!"
"Nooo!"
"Yes!"
I stared as Roli and him fought. "What the hell-- SHUT UP. Mike, you aren't getting out of this."
"NO! I don't want to make a plan! What are we even trying to do, anyway?"
"... Uhhhh..."
Damn.
"I'M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WOOOOOORLD! Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikey? Where did you goooooooooooo-ooooooooooooooo?"
"Frick. We just left them alone in another frickin' room!"
"That isn't good..."
"RUN AWAY!"
"GET 'EM!"
"YEAH!"
"NO!"
"Don't even THINK of starting that up again!"
"Soooooooorrry!"
I shook my head, and bounded out of the room. Damnit... They were so annoying when they had too much to drink. Honestly. YOU try living with three men that only want to pester the living daylights out of you.
Suddenly, there was a song change. Barbie must of gotten too boring.
"ON TOP OF SPAGHEEEEETTI! ALL COVERED IN CHEEEEESE! I LOST MY POOR MEATBALL! WHEN SOMEBODY SNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZED!"
Okay, that high note-- Yeah, it was breaking my ears. As good a singers as they were, they weren't even trying now... and they sucked.
"I'M DYING!" Thump.
"Wow. Dramatic" Steph commented, poking Roli in the ribs, who swatted at the other girl's face.
"Nevermind then." And she darted off.
"Here's the plan! RUN TO MY ROOM AND LOCK THE DOOR!"
"IT ROLLED OF THE TAAAAAABLE! AND ONTO THE FLOOOOOOR! AND THEN MY DEAR MEEEEEATBALL! ROLLED UNDER THE DOOOOOOR!"
I dove onto my bed and slammed the door shut... waaaaait... there wasn't anyone else there... Crap.
"LET ME IN. NOW. OR I WILL KILL YOU IF I DON'T DIE FIRST."
I let the door open, and cautiously looked around it, and let the two inside.
"They're mad, I swear! How do you live with them? They destroyed your house, and are singing awfully..."
"Well, they can sing... just... not now."
"Doesn't really come in handy, does it?" Roli shook her head.
Suddenly, everything became boring.
"IT ROLLED THROUGH THE GARDEN! AND UNDER A BUSH! AND THEN MY POOR MEATBALL! WAS NOTHING BUT MUSH!"
"BUSH. GASP FOR YOUR LIVES, MEN!"
"What the hell?"
Eh. I have no idea where the hell this is going... Suddenly, there was a huge thump, and there was silence. Complete silence that almost frightened me.
"Billie! Tre!"
"I think they passed out" Steph whispered, peering at the door suspiciously. Without another word, she opened it and bounded away. I hesitantly followed, and saw Mike staring at the two, who looked sort of dead. He seemed close to tears.
"THEY'RE GONE! THEY DIED! THEY SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED!"
I whacked him in the back of the head. "Shut the hell up, they're just passed out, idiot." He grinned sheepishly.
"I knew that..."
I shook my head. "Let's get 'em to their rooms..." I grabbed someone's arm-- I wasn't exactly sure who's-- and tried to pull them up the stairs, as they were halfway down them.
"God, someone HELP me!"
So... they did. Ugh. How "Little Red Hen" did THAT sound?
And everything just... broke. I burst out laughing, like a maniac, leaning against the doorframe. There kitchen floor was covered in bits of... stuff, food, eating 'utensils' and the works. The drawers this stuff had previously been in were not where they were supposed to be, and someone had ripped one of the cupboard doors off it's hinges.
"She's gone crazy!"
Tre's giggle intruded the conversation. "Hehehe, Kris gone KER-AZY! We can do what we want now!" he leapt forward and began to join in a chorus of that annoying barbie song, while I just stood there, laughing.
My friends looked at me skeptically, inching away a few steps.
"Well..." There was a small silence-- Okay, once again, it wasn't a silence with three men singing "I'm a barbie girl" at the top of their lungs, but still.
It took me a few minutes to halt the laughter, and my sides hurt. Okay. Well, what were we gonna do? After all, these guys couldn't be stopped. And Mike wasn't even drunk... so why was he acting like an idiot? We needed a plan...
"We need a plan!" I repeated out loud, looking surprisingly serious after the little laughing spree, "So... Let's make one!"
"Um... Sure? So... who has a plan?" Roli asked, looking around. No one spoke.
"Let's get Mike and make him create the plan."
We rushed forward, and I sang the Mission Impossible theme song.
"You got that song in my head now! THANKS KRIS!" I heard Steph yell from the other side of the room. I ignored her.
Okay. So, I'm not going to bother explaining about how we got Mike out of the room while he was doing a solo. But, let's just say it involved a lot of beer, cookies, and... well, a good kick.
And he whined like a freaking baby once he was out of the room-- SITTING. IN. MY CHAIR.
"We need a plan, so stop complaining!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO."
"YES."
"NUUUUU!"
"YEEEEEEES!"
"NEVA!"
"NOW!"
"Nooo!"
"Yes!"
I stared as Roli and him fought. "What the hell-- SHUT UP. Mike, you aren't getting out of this."
"NO! I don't want to make a plan! What are we even trying to do, anyway?"
"... Uhhhh..."
Damn.
"I'M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WOOOOOORLD! Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikey? Where did you goooooooooooo-ooooooooooooooo?"
"Frick. We just left them alone in another frickin' room!"
"That isn't good..."
"RUN AWAY!"
"GET 'EM!"
"YEAH!"
"NO!"
"Don't even THINK of starting that up again!"
"Soooooooorrry!"
I shook my head, and bounded out of the room. Damnit... They were so annoying when they had too much to drink. Honestly. YOU try living with three men that only want to pester the living daylights out of you.
Suddenly, there was a song change. Barbie must of gotten too boring.
"ON TOP OF SPAGHEEEEETTI! ALL COVERED IN CHEEEEESE! I LOST MY POOR MEATBALL! WHEN SOMEBODY SNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZED!"
Okay, that high note-- Yeah, it was breaking my ears. As good a singers as they were, they weren't even trying now... and they sucked.
"I'M DYING!" Thump.
"Wow. Dramatic" Steph commented, poking Roli in the ribs, who swatted at the other girl's face.
"Nevermind then." And she darted off.
"Here's the plan! RUN TO MY ROOM AND LOCK THE DOOR!"
"IT ROLLED OF THE TAAAAAABLE! AND ONTO THE FLOOOOOOR! AND THEN MY DEAR MEEEEEATBALL! ROLLED UNDER THE DOOOOOOR!"
I dove onto my bed and slammed the door shut... waaaaait... there wasn't anyone else there... Crap.
"LET ME IN. NOW. OR I WILL KILL YOU IF I DON'T DIE FIRST."
I let the door open, and cautiously looked around it, and let the two inside.
"They're mad, I swear! How do you live with them? They destroyed your house, and are singing awfully..."
"Well, they can sing... just... not now."
"Doesn't really come in handy, does it?" Roli shook her head.
Suddenly, everything became boring.
"IT ROLLED THROUGH THE GARDEN! AND UNDER A BUSH! AND THEN MY POOR MEATBALL! WAS NOTHING BUT MUSH!"
"BUSH. GASP FOR YOUR LIVES, MEN!"
"What the hell?"
Eh. I have no idea where the hell this is going... Suddenly, there was a huge thump, and there was silence. Complete silence that almost frightened me.
"Billie! Tre!"
"I think they passed out" Steph whispered, peering at the door suspiciously. Without another word, she opened it and bounded away. I hesitantly followed, and saw Mike staring at the two, who looked sort of dead. He seemed close to tears.
"THEY'RE GONE! THEY DIED! THEY SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED!"
I whacked him in the back of the head. "Shut the hell up, they're just passed out, idiot." He grinned sheepishly.
"I knew that..."
I shook my head. "Let's get 'em to their rooms..." I grabbed someone's arm-- I wasn't exactly sure who's-- and tried to pull them up the stairs, as they were halfway down them.
"God, someone HELP me!"
So... they did. Ugh. How "Little Red Hen" did THAT sound?
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