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NAVIGATION
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Send me your FanFics!
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| You can send your very own FOP stories to me at this E-mail address! beatersandbrooms@sympatico.ca
To start you off, here is one of mine! |
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The Pencil Pusher games!
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Timmy's dad is watching TV flipping channels) Yawn!
TV chorus) Eat bran flakes! They're good for your heart! The more you eat the more you...
Timmy's dad) Yawn! (Presses converter)
TV dude) And there goes Flippy across the field! Camel Dude is catching up! And here comes the....
Timmy's dad) Yawn!
Doug Dimmidome) Hi! I'm Doug Dimmidome!
Dad) Doug Dimmidome?
Doug) That's right! Doug Dimmidome! Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmidome! And I'm happy to announce the pencil pusher's games are coming to Dimmsdale! And all you pencil pusher's, or......
Timmy's dad) OOOOO! Timmy! Oh Timmy!
Timmy walks in holding his fishbowl) What is it dad?
Dad) The pencil pusher games are coming to Dimmsdale on, uh,
Doug) That's right, uh!
T+TD) Uh?
Doug) Uh! That's the Scottish number for July 31st!
Dad) Also Guess what Timmy!
Timmy) I get a puppy?
Dad) Nope! But close! We're totally gonna whoop those Fancy pants right off those Scottish pencil pushers! And you're NOT coming
Timmy in a sarcastic way) Oh! I know you'll do good at the games!
Dad) Ooooo! Me too! And as the ancient Scots used to say, play your best or wear the iron sweater vest!
Timmy) Okay.
(Timmy walks upstairs)
(C+W poof to normal form)
Cosmo) Hey Timmy!
Wanda) I didn't do it!
Cosmo) Yes you did!
Timmy) Guys! I have a problem! Tomorrow's the pencil pusher's games!
Cosmo) That can't be to bad! How hard could it be to push a pencil?
Timmy) Cosmo, it's different. Let me explain.
Cosmo) Explain? That one word me don't have in brain!
Timmy) Huh?
Cosmo) I mean, continue.
Timmy) (sings) P is for.... (not singing) Poop! I forgot!
C+W) (crack up)
Timmy) What's so funny? (Shrugs)
( In the Turner's car)
Dad) (sings) We're going to the games! We're going to the games! Hi ho the darry-oh ‘cause the pencil pusher games are in town!
Mom) That's more than enough syllables dear!
Dad) Oh. Look! We're here!
(Dad's cell-phone rings)
Dad) Yellow!
Vicky) (shouting in a sob like way) Mr. Turner! Oh! Woe! My Doidle! He! WAA! He's, He's!
Dad) Vicky?
Vicky) Oh! (Makes nose blowing sound) Oh! Woe! Oh! WAA! Tell the twerp, I mean, (sniff) Timmy to come and comfort me in my time of sorrow!
Dad) Vicky? You sound bad. But your time of sorrow will have to wait! I'm going to the Pencil Pusher games!
Vicky) But.....
(Timmy's dad hangs up)
Mom) Oh, how's Vicky dear!
Dad) In a time of sorrow, blah Doidle, but who cares! We're here!
(A sign reads Pencil Pusher Games!)
(Turner's walk onto the game field)
Dad) So, what do you wanna do first!
Mom) Ooooo! A pie baking contest! And they have yams! I'll make yam berry!
Dad) Although I have no idea what that has to do with Scottish pencil games! Who cares! (Looks around)Hmm, what should I do first? Eraser discus? No. Pencil hammer throw? Maybe later. Ooooo! Pencil, Javelin! (Runs over to that event) Ooooo! I'll take one!
Scottish guy at corner) Here you go dunno noo!
Dad) One for the money! One for the show! I said one twice! Now watch it go!
(Throws Javelin into the distance)
(Car alarm sound) Dinkelburg from distance) Turner!
Dad) (calling to far away voice) Sorry Dinkelburg! (Winks)
(To Timmy at his house. He's playing ball with AJ&Chester)
Timmy) Well this reeks!
AJ) You said it Timmy! My brain is so un-stimulated right now!
Timmy) Your throw Chester.
Chester) Here I go! (Throws ball over Timmy's fence and it lands on Doidle's grave)
Timmy) A-ha. You have to get it!
Chester) Why me?
AJ) ‘Cause you're the one who threw it!
Chester) (mumbles as he walks to Vicky's)
(Over to Vicky)
Vicky) Oh Doidle! Why did you have to eat that cat food! That's why it's for cats!
(Chester walks onto Doidle's grave)
Vicky) Waa! (Goes to hug Doidle's grave but instead hugs Chester)
Chester) (Screams really high-pitched and runs away)
Vicky) Come back here grave robber twerp!
(At the games)
Mom) Oh! Yummy! This pie's gonna win first place for sure!
(Mom's cell phone rings)
Mom) Purple!
Vicky) Oh Mrs. Turner! Come back! I need comfort! Doidle is d-e-a-d!
Mom) Vicky? You sound bad! But you're time of sorrow will have to wait while Timmy's father and I drive back in our oh-so stylish station wagon!
Vicky) Hurry! (In her normal voice) Oh, and bring all the people who knew me. I mean, Waa!
(At Wandissimo's.)
Wandissimo) Oh yes! I am so sexy! Look at my long flow-y hair fluff when I act like the Fonz!
(Does "the Fonz" look like at the beginning of "Happy Days")
Wandissimo) Eh! Now I must find the Turner kid and get Wanda!
(Grabs a mirror and goes)
(At Timmy's, the Turner's pull into the driveway)
Mom) Timmy! Grab your friends! We have to comfort Vicky!
Timmy) (screams)
Dad) That's exactly how I feel! But my scream's more high-pitched.
(At Vicky's)
Vicky) (the Turners and AJ and Chester walk to the backyard) Thank goodness you're here!
Timmy) What have you done with Vicky?
Vicky) Too sad. Anger over-run by sadness! Oh woe is me! Poor me!
Chester to Timmy) Who was Doidle?
Timmy) Vicky's evil dog! It almost bit my leg off! (Pause) Twice!
Vicky) Would any of you Twerps and Twerp seniors like to say some words?
AJ to Timmy) Some is four you know!
(Mom walks up to grave)
Mom) I know you liked Vicky. I could have liked you to! If I knew you.
(Dad walks up to grave)
Dad) I have to get back to my once in a lifetime games Vicky's dog! So, I'll say, You were nice. I'd know better if I met you!
(Chester walks up to grave)
Chester) Uh, Doidle, I've lost a pet. But it wasn't a dog. It was Scruffy the possum. He never drank out of the toilet!!!
(AJ's turn)
AJ) Canines are a great pet! I wouldn't know ‘cause my parents are neat freaks. But I've always wanted a dog. I'd name him Smokey!
(Timmy's turn!)
Timmy) Doidle, I never liked you, and you never liked me. I know we had our differences, but I can't believe I'm saying this, I wish I could've forgiven you when you were alive.
(Cosmo and Wanda as flowers)
Cosmo) Did I hear him say wish?
Wanda) Yeah! I thought I heared that to! (Grant wish.)
(To the funeral)
Doidle) (woofs)
Vicky) Doidle? It's just my imagination I guess.
Timmy) I thought I heared barking?
Doidle) (woofs)
Chester) Holy holes in my socks! He's NOT dead!
Doidle) (jumps out of the grave)
Vicky) Doidle! It's a miracle!
Timmy) I'm sorry for being a nincompoop! Can you forgive me?
Doidle) (in a British accent) Well Turner, you know we hate each other.
Timmy) Yes.
Doidle) And I hate you too. So yeah sure whatever! (Floats through the sky to Vicky's bedroom window and barks happily)
AJ) That was awkward.
Vicky) That, that, that was the most horrible prank someone has ever done to me!
Mom) A prank? Well that's a relief!
Timmy) So anyway, who wants to play ball?
Everyone) (says anything to do with ‘I'm in)
Dad) Can I go to the pencil pusher's games!
All) Go ahead!
Dad) Yay!
(At the games)
Dad) (no one's there) Hello? Hi? Aloha?
(An iron sweater-vest falls onto him)
Dad) Owie!
(Wandissimo pops to Cosmo and Wanda)
Wandissimo) Oh Wanda look at my hair! It's black and long! Not like Cosmo's short green stuff!
Cosmo) I like mine just fine thank you!
Wanda) Cosmo! This happens every time you're in the same place!
Wandissimo) (Poofs an Iron sweater-vest. It falls on Cosmo)
Cosmo) Owie! (Cosmo plops on the ground. He sits up)
Cosmo) Your, FAIRY GODPARENTS!
Wandissimo) Eh! (Does the Fonz look)
(At Vicky's)
Vicky) Hmm! I wonder who planned the prank. Grave robber twerp? No. Smarty-pants twerp? Uh-uh.
Tootie's voice from shower) Timmy! Oh! Timmy!
Vicky) Twerp!
(Outside)
Chester) Well this was an awkward day!
AJ) Yeah!
Timmy) I just hope that Vicky doesn't......
Vicky's voice from around corner) TWERP!!!!
Boys) AHHHHH!
(Boy's run from Vicky.) |
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A thing about my FanFic.
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| I wrote this in script form. Sorry if it's a little hard to read. To tell you this, When you see a bracket before a character's line, it means that they're gonna say a line. If something's in brackets like this, (), that means that's what the character does. Thanks for getting that out of me! |
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