Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest:
Brian: Did you guys hear something?
JC: Zzzzzz...huh? What?
Howie: Yeah, it sounded like a damsel in distress.
AJ: Shut up Howie, no one cares what you think.
Howie: Why not?
AJ: 'Cuz nobody likes you.
Chris: It sounded like a damsel in distress.
Joey: *with mouthful* What's a damsel? Is it edible?
Brian: Maybe we should check it out.
Chris: We might as well, we can't finish our game of basketball anyway, seeing as the ball's gone missing.
*All turn and stare at Joey
Joey: But it looked so ripe, anyway, we can get another one. After all, they do grow on trees.
AJ: Lets go.
They head off.
Howie: *singing* Hi ho, hi ho...
Chris: What the hell are you singing?
Howie: I don't know, it just came to me.
Chris: Well shut up.
Howie: Why?
Chris: 'Cuz nobody likes you.
JC: I'm tired.
Joey: I'm hungry, I haven't eaten for the past 5 minutes. I think I'm gonna shrivel up like a prude.
AJ: That's Prune moron.
Joey: Prune? Where? Did I mention I was hungry?
Chris: Are we there yet?
They reach the clearing:
Brian: We're here. (pointing) That must be what made the noise.
Chris: Great deduction Sherlock.
JC: *yawns* What is it?
Joey: It looks like it would go well with french fries. Hey what ever happened to those prunes?
AJ: There were no prunes you idiot!
*Snow White comes to. She lets out a loud high-pitched feminine shriek.
Brian: Don't worry, we won't hurt you.
Snow White: It's not that, my lipsticks gone, whatever will I do?
Howie: You can borrow mine.
All: Shut up, no one likes you!
Snow White: That's ok, if it's come in contact with you, I really don't want it.
*Snow White stands up and looks down on the 5 of them.
Snow White: Gee, you guys are awfully small.
Chris: Hey, size doesn't matter!
Snow White: So how do I get home? Follow the yellow brick road?
Chris: Wrong story dumbass.
Snow White: You know, your face looks like someone tried to put out a forest fire with a screwdriver.
JC: Can we go home? I'm tired.
Snow White: Oh dear, where will I stay tonight?
Brian: You can stay with us.
AJ: What?!?!
Chris: Will you excuse us for a sec?
*All the dwarves form a huddle.
*Howie bounds around the outside of the circle.
Howie: Hello? You guys? Let me in.
AJ: I don't want that fruit staying with us!
Joey: Fruit? Where? I'm hungry.
Chris: Where the hell will she stay? We already forced Howie on to the roof and Joey already ate the guestroom.
Joey: I thought you said it was a mushroom. You guys, I'm hungry.
Brian: Let's just let her stay, maybe she can help us with the chores.
AJ & Chris: Fine.
*All turn to Snow White.
Brian: You can stay with us.
They go home:
Snow White: Oh my, this place sure could use a woman's touch, it looks like I showed up just in time. Do you have a rat infestation? There's tooth marks everywhere.
Chris: No that's just Joey.
AJ: Joey, stop gnawing on the dry wall.
Joey: *spits out a piece of doorway* Sorry.
Snow White: As thanks for your hospitality, I'd like too cook you guys' dinner.
Joey: Dinner?! Now you're talkin'.
Snow White: Where do you keep your food?
*All turn and stare at Joey.
Snow White: Well, I'll go out and gather some.
Joey: Can I come?
Snow White: *whispers to AJ* Can you keep Joey occupied?
AJ: Hey Joey, why don't you go see if your hot dog tree has grown yet?
Joey goes in search of his hot dog tree while the rest of them gather food. When they get back, they find Joey waiting for them:
Joey: It hasn't grown yet, maybe it needs more ketchup. So is dinner ready yet?
*Snow White grabs Joey and expertly ties him to a tree.
Chris: Wow, we've never tied him up so he can't eat through the rope, or the tree before. Where did you learn to do that?
Snow White: Well, I've had a lot of experience with bondage, my last boyfriend and me...
All: ?
Snow White: Anyway lets eat.
They sit down at the table and eat the soup Snow White made:
Howie: *from on top of the roof* Guys, can I come in? It's starting to rain.
All: No! Nobody likes you!
Joey: *still tied to the tree outside* Can I come in? I want some dinner.
AJ: You know what, NO SOUP FOR YOU!
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