17Catch that pickle Ch 2
A/N- Here it is! A continuation of the randomness. This chapter promises you-
Kilts
Jedi impressions
Krazy Karaoke
A very out-of-character Wing.
Constellation confusion
Tongue ties
Jell-O overload
Overall Shelby awesomeness
And the return of the pickle!
"No."
"Otto!"
"I am not wearing that thing Shelby!"
"You have to. Wing is!"
"Did he willingly agree?"
"Umm….."
"I'll take that as a no. So, no."
Shelby shoved the kilt-or as Otto called it, the man's greatest shame-in his face again. "Come on. If we're going to do this report, you need to look the part."
"I agreed to do research on the villain who did Irish Folk dancing, not actually dance, much less wear a kilt!"
Shelby pursed her lips. "Laura, get in here. Otto doesn't want to wear his kilt."
Laura emerged from the bathroom in a kilt identical to the one Shelby was wearing and the one they wanted Otto to wear. "Otto, why won't you wear the kilt?" Otto failed to recognize the danger in her voice.
"It looks stupid and is completely awful! It's an abomination! It's an insult to my masculinity!"
"Otto," Laura's voice was deadly calm, "Wear the kilt."
"Or what?"
"Or," she said, the threat in her voice so obvious even Otto could hear it, "We'll make you play the bagpipes."
Otto's eyes widened and as a last resort he pulled out his toy light saber and swung it blindly at the girls. Needless to say, it had absolutely no effect besides to remove his manliness even further. Shelby sighed, took the light saber, and hit him over the head with it. And that is how Otto ended up just like Wing had, in the kilt with a mixed up mind and an egg sized lump on his head to boot.
When Wing regained consciousness, the world tipped. He closed his eyes and groaned, feeling like he was somehow going to fall up to the ceiling. Something distantly told him that that was somehow wrong, but he decided just to ignore it. When he opened his eyes, everything seemed to be painted in psychedelic colors. One eye seemed higher than the other, and he puzzled over that for a good ten minutes before figuring out that he was lying on his side. He sat up carefully. Words popped into his head suddenly, along with a tune. He felt the urge to belt them out. So he did.
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song
The butterflies fly away
Nodding my head like yeah
Moving my hips like yeah
I put my hands up
They're playing my song
You know it's gonna be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A!
Laura poked her head around the door to see if her ears were correct, if Wing was really singing Party in the U.S.A. What she saw shocked her.
Not only was Wing singing Party in the U.S.A., he was dancing too. She quickly drew back from the door too check on Shelby and Otto.
The expression Shelby was wearing-shock, amazement, glee-told Laura that an extremely similar situation had occurred with Otto.
"What happened?"
"Only the best thing ever!" Shelby exclaimed. "I walk in and Otto is singing Bluebird (A/N- great song by Sara Barielles. Look it up) at the top of his lungs and doing this hilarious little floaty ballet type thing. It was great! You?"
"Wing was belting out Party in the U.S.A. I have no idea where he learned that. He doesn't strike me as a Hannah Montana person."
"With Wing you never know." Shelby grinned. "You think they'll do some Irish dancing now?"
Villainous Histories class that day set a record for most laughing in any one class period.
Laura and Shelby decided to let Otto and Wing dance by themselves so that they could watch. By the end of it, they were extremely glad they did. The boys flounced up to the front of the class in the middle of Franz and Nigel's report and started dancing. Otto had his kilt on backwards, and Wing had completed his outfit with a baseball cap on which he'd spray-painted the words Party in the U.S.A. That had people laughing before the fun even began.
After a hilarious little dancing ditty they crept up on the teacher and knocked him out, and both boys flopped on their backs and started stargazing indoors. Otto pointed up at the sky and asked "Did you know the bib dippet always points east?"
Wing shook his head, "What one is your favorite? Mine is O'Brian's belt."
Otto thought a moment, "I like the old lady with the garbage can on her head."
By this point, the entire class was in fits and many were rolling on the floor laughing. Laura and Shelby had stitches in their sides and Shelby had tears running down her face.
Wing eventually started spouting weird nonsense that may or may not have been an attempt at speech. "Is your tongue tied or something?" Wing nodded. "Say ahhhh."
Otto looked in and saw Wing's problem. "I know why you're tongue tied! You have a tongue tie!"
Wing just looked blank. Otto sighed. "I mean that you wrapped string around your tongue. Grab it and pull it out."
Wing did and it came out soaked and trailing spit. There was a collective eewwwww from the class. "Where should I put it?" Otto shrugged. Wing looked around before deciding to put it on the teacher's desk. It sat there for the rest of class pooling dribble, where it would stay until someone revived him and he found the little pile of yuckiness.
Otto's eyes suddenly lit up. "Remember my Jell-O trap?" Wing's eyes widened with delight as he realized what Otto was planning.
"Yes…"
"Let's go set it off!"
They both ran from the room with maniacal giggles, and returned several minutes later covered in blue Jell-O. "You said it was strawberry!" Wing accused.
"It is, isn't it? Strawberries are the little blue bumpy ones right?"
Wing gave a very Shelby-like sigh, causing the entire room- except Shelby -to erupt in laughter. "No simple-toon. Strawberries are red!"
Otto thought his impression of Shelby was very funny, so he did his own. He stood on his tip-toes and struck a girly arm position, saying, "My name's Shelby. I like clothes. I'm so awesome!" in a falsetto voice.
At that moment the pickle returned.
It swooped down and knocked both Otto and Wing over. It let out a maniacal laugh-seriously, the pickle said "Maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh!" then was drawn back up into the UFO and disappeared with a whoosh like the last time.
"Whoa," Otto said dazed, "It's a guerrilla pickle!"
"Since when are pickles gorillas?" Wing asked confused.
Otto just sighed and shook his head.
Laura, despite how much she was enjoying this, decided to save the boys from certain doom. She grabbed them by the slippery, Jell-O-y elbows and dragged them from the classroom, ignoring their protests. She shoved them into their accommodation block and told them firmly "Don't come out until you are sane!"
She turned away from the door satisfied. Once they were sane, they would figure out that she hadn't locked the door.
A/N- If you guessed Blue Raspberry Jell-O, you are correct! You are awesome and get 50 bonus points!
In this chapter I placed 2 solutes to 2 different stories. If you can find them you get-
80 points for the Lilo & Stitch, since I'm not sure I did it right
40 points for the nod to the awesomeness of Myles and Beckett! (From Artemis Fowl)
90 points to find the Muppet movie tribute
100 points if you review
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