Skeletoncrew
11-06-2002, 02:00 PM
One of my favorite features here at the TECHNODROME is the madlib section. I just wanted to share the one I did today:
"I can't believe you guys are really going trick-or-treating," Raphael tells the other Turtles. "What's the big deal, dork, it's only once a year," Michaelangelo says, putting on a disturbingly realistic Cheetara mask. "Really, Leonardo, aren't you even a little embarrassed wearing that D'Artagnan costume?" Raphael continues. "Not at all," Leonardo says with a heavy smile, "I feel honored to portray such a hero." Rolling his eyes, Raphael turns to Donatello. "I should have guessed, a scientist." Donatello shakes his thigh. "Not just any scientist, mind you. I'm the great Dr. Smith." "Yeah, okay," Raphael says, "there's a X-files marathon on TV tonight anyway, so I'll just hang in here and watch that. You guys go ahead and make jerks out of yourselves." "Your loss, dude," Michaelangelo says, as the Turtles leave the lair with matching purple trick-or-treat bags in hand. Two hours into the X-files marathon, Raphael starts to doze off on the couch. He awakens to a soft scraping sound, surprised to find the room dark and quiet. That sounded almost like a bang, he thinks. "This is not funny, guys. It's almost like something Skeletoncrew would do." The noise grows louder and Raphael hears the sound of quiet breathing over his left shoulder. He slides to his feet, reaching for the wall for a light switch and flipping it on. "Seriously, this is..." Raphael turns around to see a shadowy figure behind the couch, a shotgun gleaming in one hand. "Wow!" he calls out. Just then, he hears footsteps off to his left. "Dude, I brought you a Krackle," Michaelangelo's voice says as the Turtles enter the room. "Ai yi yi! What the...?" "Be careful, fellas, it could be Evil Ash," Leonardo says, before turning to Raphael. "You're closest, you attack him." "Me?? Well, I..." Just then, the shadowy figure clears his throat and in a harsh voice says, "Groovy." Raphael looks running at him, and then at the Turtles, who are all smiling. The shadowy figure removes his cloak to reveal himself as Splinter. "I must keep my hot students on their toes." Everyone laughs, except Raphael, who stands with a[n] annoyance expression on his face. "Very funny, I knew it was you rugs behind this." Just then the group hears footsteps outside the lair. Everyone freezes as Bruce Campbell steps into the room. "I knew Mark McGuire gave me bad directions. Well, as long as I'm here, trick or treat?"
"I can't believe you guys are really going trick-or-treating," Raphael tells the other Turtles. "What's the big deal, dork, it's only once a year," Michaelangelo says, putting on a disturbingly realistic Cheetara mask. "Really, Leonardo, aren't you even a little embarrassed wearing that D'Artagnan costume?" Raphael continues. "Not at all," Leonardo says with a heavy smile, "I feel honored to portray such a hero." Rolling his eyes, Raphael turns to Donatello. "I should have guessed, a scientist." Donatello shakes his thigh. "Not just any scientist, mind you. I'm the great Dr. Smith." "Yeah, okay," Raphael says, "there's a X-files marathon on TV tonight anyway, so I'll just hang in here and watch that. You guys go ahead and make jerks out of yourselves." "Your loss, dude," Michaelangelo says, as the Turtles leave the lair with matching purple trick-or-treat bags in hand. Two hours into the X-files marathon, Raphael starts to doze off on the couch. He awakens to a soft scraping sound, surprised to find the room dark and quiet. That sounded almost like a bang, he thinks. "This is not funny, guys. It's almost like something Skeletoncrew would do." The noise grows louder and Raphael hears the sound of quiet breathing over his left shoulder. He slides to his feet, reaching for the wall for a light switch and flipping it on. "Seriously, this is..." Raphael turns around to see a shadowy figure behind the couch, a shotgun gleaming in one hand. "Wow!" he calls out. Just then, he hears footsteps off to his left. "Dude, I brought you a Krackle," Michaelangelo's voice says as the Turtles enter the room. "Ai yi yi! What the...?" "Be careful, fellas, it could be Evil Ash," Leonardo says, before turning to Raphael. "You're closest, you attack him." "Me?? Well, I..." Just then, the shadowy figure clears his throat and in a harsh voice says, "Groovy." Raphael looks running at him, and then at the Turtles, who are all smiling. The shadowy figure removes his cloak to reveal himself as Splinter. "I must keep my hot students on their toes." Everyone laughs, except Raphael, who stands with a[n] annoyance expression on his face. "Very funny, I knew it was you rugs behind this." Just then the group hears footsteps outside the lair. Everyone freezes as Bruce Campbell steps into the room. "I knew Mark McGuire gave me bad directions. Well, as long as I'm here, trick or treat?"