13-Jul-2000
Standard disclaimers apply.
[Intro]
Wufei:
Onna! How could you do such a dishonorable thing! Didn't you think “Baby Got Back” was enough?
Ana:
No...hehehehe. ::points:: Hey look, 'Onna' and 'Ana' are really close to each other.
::makes cooing noises::
Wufei:
Kisama...
Ana:
::sharply::
Did you say something, Woofy-baby?
Wufei:
::dies::
Ana:
Oh shit! Who's gonna be my Kurt Cobain now?!?
Duo:
::pops out of Chibi-space::
I will!
Ana:
Your hair is too long. Cut it.
Duo:
::dies::
Ana:
Argh!! Stop doing that!
Quatre:
I'll do it!
Ana:
Thank you thank you thank you!
Quatre:
::grabs chest::
UNH! My UCHUU NO KOKORO! Trowa!!!
It...it..was such a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...
Ana:
Cut it out already!
Quatre:
...beautiful life.
::dies::
Ana:
Anyone else?
::silence::
Guess not...
::pulls out and blows a red whistle::
We're gonna need reinforcements...
Suddenly, the entire cast of Digimon finds themselves transported to Ana's daddy's night club. “Where are we now?” Tai asks in that squeaky li'l voice of his.
"I don't know," Mat replies, looking frantically for TK, "but I can't find TK! TK! TEEEEE~EEKAAAAAAAY!" He falls to his knees, and begins to sob. Mat kneels beside him.
"Don't worry, Mat, I'll...comfort you," he says, a too wide smile on his genki face.
Ana:
I really don't like that smile...
::brightens::
Yamato, you can be my Kurt! You're both so...angsty.
Mat:
You sure?
Ana:
I'm sure. And if you do it, I'll tell you where TK is.
Mat:
What have you done with—
Ana:
Hesh up. He's fine. Just get on stage and play, dammit!
Tai:
This girl is really sick...
Sora:
No kidding...
Ana:
Mmm~mm, fire, fire, fire...
The lights go out, and suddenly Mat appears, wearing a loose tee-shirt and baggy black jeans. His hair has been straightened and greased over so it hangs stringily in his eyes.
Mat:
Load up on guns and
bring your friends
Duo:
::picks himself off the floor::
Guns?
Ana:
No. Go away.
Duo:
::dies::
Mat:
It's fun to lose
and to pretend
Tai:
He's over bored
and self assured
::shoots a smoldering look at Mat::
Mat:
::ignores Tai::
Oh no—
TK:
I know
a dirty word
The entire audience gasps.
Mimi:
But this is a kid's show!
Sora:
And aren't you a little young? Don't you think so, Joe?
Joe:
::stops playing footsie with Izzy::
Sora:
"..."
Mat:
::whips out his harmonica, alternating words with chords::
hello, how low
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
entertain us
Ana:
::to TK::
You weren't supposed to show up yet. Get back in your box!
TK:
::whimpers::
I don't wanna...! It's dark in there!
Ana:
Aw, sheddup. Go get some ice cream, kid.
TK:
This is only 25 cents.
Ana:
Get a Popsicle.
TK:
You suck, lady.
Mat:
::oblivious, starts to jump around the stage::
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah!
Tai:
::gets into it and starts to smash the guitar he's holding::
Ana:
I don't think so...
::plucks guitar from his grasp and tosses it to Mimi, who tosses aside her country western outfit for pink leg warmers and leotards. Sora taps her fingers against the table as her hat lands on her head, followed by her dress::
Mimi:
I'm worse at what I do best
and for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
and always will until the end
Mimi and Tai:
hello, how low
Mat:
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah!
Suddenly, Joe jumps up and wrenches the mike away from Mat, and tries to headbang. He jerks his head forward a little too hard and falls over, knocking himself out cold.
Izzy:
Joe!
Joe:
"..."
Izzy:
Joe!
Joe:
"..."
Ana:
You know, the whole 'Miaka/Tamahome' thing doesn't work unless the other party's conscious.
Izzy:
TK was right, you *do* suck.
Mat:
And I forget
just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
Mimi and Sora:
hello, how low
Mat and Tai:
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Mat:
::the music suddenly stops, and he finishes a cappella::
Yeah, a denial
A denial
A denial...
The curtain closes as the audience, all 4 of them, claps wildly. "That was great, Mat!" Sora sighs. "You too, Tai."
"Hand off my man," Tai snarls as Mimi moves to hug the blonde-headed boy. "Mine," he grunts fiercely, and slams Mat over the head with a huge bone club, then drags him off into the bushes that were, for some reason, inside the night club...
Everyone files out quickly. It is, after all, 9:45 and past their bedtimes.
In the darkness, Duo lets out a sigh. "Thank goodness they're gone. Let's go now, guys. We don't have to play dead anymore."
He hears the sound of mice scuttling, but nothing more.
"Guys?"
SLAM.
"Guys? GUYS!"
End
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