That Oughta Keep the Little Bastards Happy

[Poltaap]

(Is it wrong that that totally made me want to sex you up?)

(yes...so wrong in so many ways)
earlier that night...

patrick was sitting in his giant library, sipping on a cup of krigtea (whiskey, 6 sugarcubes and tea) and was writing down another of his plans to kill bob. he had allready done 16th books full of theses both perverted and sadistic plans, and he was far from done. H he was just going to ad the last line to his "death cage mark IV" when when he heard someone take a mouthful from one of the bottles in his collections.
"what do you want this time, you dirty mouse?" did patrick said over his shoulder."I have already paid my rent!"
"I*m not here for the rent" said Mickey, still holding a bottle in his hand."I*m here for the "other" money, or do you want me to tell the cops about your books?".
patrick pulled out his wallet and gave Mikey 700$.
Mickey took the money and walked out, smiling in a disturbing way.
patrick putted back "spongebob no 17" and pulled out a empty one and wrote "Mickey no 1" on it, and laughed for himself.

[Drakey]

When the doorbell rang, Grievous answered the door with an irritable "Yes, Wakko?"
It wasn't Wakko. Mandy came in, uninvited, and looking panicked.
"What's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost," Padme said stupidly.
Mandy sat down on the couch and looked around as Ted closed the door. "What do you know about Mickey?"
"He's kinda creepy..."

[Orangey]

"He's... There's...

I fear he may be involved in something dreadfully sinister. I've told you about my theories of unreality?"

[Drakey]

Ted sighed.
"Yes, I have. A million times. What is it now, Mandy?"

[Orangey]

The exasperation flew over Mandy's devil-horn hairdo, missing her brain entirely.

"I detected a large release of thaumic energy coming from your apartment building; it was indicative of a spell or something being cast on a gargantuan scale. I postulate that only the consumption of a life-force combined with unspeakable rituals could produce such a burst, and I narrowed its position down to Mickey's office. I worry that something evil may be afoot."

[Drakey]

"So basically, Mickey's a creep, and you can prove it?"
"In layman's terms, yes. He is a dirty old man, but instead of touching women inappropriately, he sacrifices them to the underworld."
"Great. You see, Padme. He's no good."
Padme wrung her hands nervously. "Oh.... And I was going to offer him some cake."
"Do it," Mandy said. "Failing to do so could tip him off."

[Orangey]

"This may be a bigger risk than necessary, but... I suppose I'm not thinking straight."

Mandy pulled a pin out of another pocket and quickly-but-neatly inscribed a string on tiny runes around the edge of the base of the cake; the frosting rearranged itself to hide the characters.

"It's a scrying spell combined with a misdirective abjuration-illusion; it should be impossible to detect, but... I worry Mickey may be more able than I can cope with..."

(I'm going to stop using grey because It's hard to see on Meister's monitor.)

[Poltaap]

patrick was wherry proud whit this creation. it included pointy sticks , a small amount of petroleum jell, a guitar and a gallon of melted cheese. He let out a mad laughter when he added the name "           ".
in supplies did he look at the empty line, and then into the empty inkbottle. he cursed himself that he forgot to buy more. he was thinking where he could get some more ink. he looked at the ceiling. "maybe that weirdo upstairs have some?" he said to himself when he put on his top hat and walked out his frontdoor.

[the Scarf]

I SO wanna join!

...Who should I be?

[Ziggy Stardust]

Wakko, cold and sadistic, walked down the still streets, his leering face illuminated by the streetlights. Suddenly, he stopped, frowned. There was the apartment of that lightsaber weilding lunatic- Grevious, was it? And the same place where that mental invertibrae, Star, lived. So many people to see, so much fun to be had.
His grin in place, he wandered in his characteristic fashion into the building, aimlessly searching for anyone to talk to, his brain liquified in its now-familiar state, the work of the drugs he experimented with. "Oh, what a beautiful moooorning," his light, empty voice echoing through the halls as he went on his crazed way.

[Poltaap]

patrick stepped out of the apartment and walked trough the corridor to the stairs. he heard singing from below and when he tried to see who it was did he detect the red patches on the carpet.
"o no.." did he say to himself when he walked towards the spot." not my Swedish wine from 68!"
he was just going to scream all the nasty thing he would do to that mouse, but did not because he saw wakko walking up the stairs.

[Torg]

I SO wanna join!

...Who should I be?

(Taz, Spongebob, and Pikachu come to mind. I'd do one, but I'm too lazy. )

[Ziggy Stardust]

As Wakko hopped up the stairs, he caught sight of Patrick.
"Good day, my lovely gentlefop. Whatever are you doing today on this very spot, my little beige card table?" he drawled at Patrick.

[Poltaap]

luckily had all the time together whit spongebob made patrick able to speak whit maniacs.
"hello there, doorknob, I'm on my way to the crazy man one stairs up and ask if he got some writing juice"

(oh, and if no one else want to do spongebob, can I take him?)

[Ziggy Stardust]

"Is that so? Why, if you would oblige I'd be most happy to join you on your most worthy of quests," said a delighted Wakko, finally meeting someone who made sense to him.

[Poltaap]

they both holds hands and skips up the stairs singing a weird song about spoons

[Ziggy Stardust]

[I'm afraid I have to go to bed now. I will log on in the morning before school, I look forward to seeing what your deranged minds come up with. Have fun]

[Drakey]

"So. We give Mickey a piece of cake.... And then... what?"
"Ummm... Give me a lightsaber. I'll stab him."
They turned as one to stare at Padme as though she had offered them a weasel.
"What?"
The doorbell rang.
Ted sighed and stood up.
"Hello, Wakko."
"And Patrick," the anthropomorphic starfish said happily.


(I may decide to take Spongebob. I may also use Squidward. It'll be one or the other...)

[Poltaap]

"good day, Ted, I hope I didn't interrupt anything important,  me and wakko.."looks at the point where wakko was 10 seconds ago "*Sight* where did he go now then? anyway, do you have any ink?"

[Drakey]

"Ink?" Ted raised an eyebrow. "Why would I have ink?"
"Because you would?"
"I happen to like my dog not getting covered in ink, and he does get into things."
Grievous pointed at the dog, which was snuffling around on the floor.
There was a crashing sound in the kitchen. Ted swore and looked up. Wakko was hitting himself over the head with liquor bottles.

[SpriteMeister]

(My computer slurps too much to do the Wiki thing)
Character Prop: the broom from "Sorcerer's Apprentice"
Original "Character": When Mickey first started dabbling in magic (back when he was a good role model), he brought to life a broom to do all the menial tasks for him. Things got out of hand, and the sorcerer Mickey was apprenticed to had to remove the magic from this inanimate object.
In "real life": After so many years have passed, the little bit of magic that remained in the broom steadily grew. This latest sacrifice by Mickey finally pushed this prop over the line into sentience. Mickey is either unaware, or could care less about the side effects of his magic.


A crash is left unheard in one of the janitorial closets in Mickey's main studio. A broomstick emerges, walking on its bristles, this time in a more fluid, less humanoid manner. It begins its search for a purpose in life.
It begins its search on the streets outside the studio.
(I'm not sure about this whole narrating for other people's characters, but if you must, then please note my character is incapable of speech.)

[Drakey]

(Okay.)

[Orangey]

Mandy turns her wide, nearly-unblinking eyes to Padme.

"I suspect that lightsaber-stabbing may be a bit out of the question; if you feel compelled, by all means, but don't expect me to gather up your dust. I propose that we merely wait and watch for the time being."

[Ziggy Stardust]

[I lied.]
Wakko paused smashing bottles over his head long enough to notice the dog that Teddy was pointing out. "Nice doggy!!" he exclaimed and ran over to it, frightening the dog with his maniacal laughter and reaching paws. The dog began to bark its head off at the undeterred Wakko, and he simply laughed louder, as if in a duet with the spooked beast.
It was then that he noticed Mandy on the couch, who was surveying the scene with distaste. He quickly ran up to her and kneeled at her feet in an elaborate, entirely fake bow, and doffed an imaginary hat. "My lady," he said with an impression of reverence, and leered at her even larger.
As she so often did in these sorts of situations, she scowled at him and pulled away, going to stand beside Padma.

[Drakey]

"I'm sorry about the lightsabers," Padme said vapidly. "Maybe we could, like, ummm.. call the Jedi?"
"Smendrick the Magician would be more suited to this, were he competent. Maybe some Disney character. They can't all be in Mickey's back pocket."

[SpriteMeister]

(Ziggy, could you not run other people's characters so much? Three characters should be enough already. [/annoyed voice])

As Broom walks down the street, it senses the presence of another magically infused broom, and starts making its way towards the apartments.

[Poltaap]

"oh,are you going to kill that smelly old rat?" is heard from patrick who is now looking trough the stuff on a desk after ink.

[Orangey]

(Mandy never left; now who's playing whom)

"We must, I fear, or he will reciprocate."

[CapTon Creeper]

Sound so cool! but, god if there aren't enough friggen characters for me to choose...

[Ziggy Stardust]

[Sorry, Sprite; I love telling stories. NOW Imma goin to bed]