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Bjemail: chrissy
At the familiar computer desk, the koopa kid was typing as he chanted.
Bowser Jr.: Email! Email! Email! Email!
The email was shown as he read it.
Bowser Jr.: (reading) "Dear Junior, You rock! Your are the most awesomest thing ever, but how come you made a song about fhqwhgads?"
He looked stunned, smiling a bit.
Bowser Jr.: Whoa. Spelled fhqwhgads right. You wouldn't believe how many I get where they're like, "Hey Junior, I love your fubugrass." Or "Dear Junior, where's that fuguman?" Anyways...(reading/shocked) "Will you make a song about me? Chrissy?!"
He face palmed, looking angry at the email before typing.
Bowser Jr.: (glares) Ugh...You people and your demands. Look, I'm not here to fulfill your every freakin' whim, alright? Make a song about me. Send Godzilla over to my house. Put on a purple thing and dance around! (anger mark) Well, I've had it! I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever make a song about the Chrissy.
As he continued, a beat sound was heard a bit.
Bowser Jr.: (somewhat singing) And I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever write a song about-(realizes) Hey, what?! Where's that beat coming from?
He turned, noticing Garfield with a keyboard, bopping his head to the beat before he stopped, noticing.
Bowser Jr.: (dryly) Oh, look who thinks he's Clever Dan. What are you trying to do, man?
Garfield: Huh?
Bowser Jr.: Get out of here!
Garfield: (takes the keyboard) Okay, okay.
With that, he hid behind the koopa's desktop.
Bowser Jr.: Well, that brought this email to a screeching halt. My focus is all...crocused. Guess it's time for a break.
He hopped off, departing his room while Garfield peeked from the computer, chuckling a bit. At the TV room, the koopa kid arrived to the couch with the TV turned on.
Bowser Jr.: And...whoop!
He hopped over and landed on the couch while canned laughter was heard. He then looked at the TV screen.
Bowser Jr.: (chuckles) Oh, this is the one where the guy's mom shows the guy's girlfriend the pictures of the guy when he was a baby.
Voice: (offended) MOM!!!
Canned laughter was heard a bit.
Bowser Jr.: He-he-he. Oh, the embarrassment.
Then, in came Larry wearing earbuds while listening to his music on his iPod.
Larry: (somewhat singing) ...never, ever, ever, ever, ever write a song about Chrissy.
Bowser Jr.: (glares) Hey! Shut up! (realizes) Where'd you hear that?
Larry: Geez, I don't know. Some song I just downloaded off the Internet.
Bowser Jr.: (shocked) What?! Ugh. I gotta get out of here.
He quickly departed as Larry continued listening.
Larry: (walking) And I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever...
Meanwhile, at the field, Mr. Bump was listening to the radio while the koopa kid arrived.
Bowser Jr.'s Voice: (on radio/singing somewhat) And I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever write a song about Chrissy.
Mr. Messy's Voice: (on radio) And coming in at number 4, that was Bowser Jr. with "Song About Chrissy".
Bowser Jr.: (snaps) I didn't write a song about Chrissy! Garfield just started playing some beat! I mean, I wasn't even-I didn't mean to-It was never my intention to-I FREAKIN' HATE CHRISSY!!!
Mr. Messy's Voice: And debuting at number 3, it's Bowser Jr. with "I Freakin' Hate Chrissy"!
Bowser Jr.'s Voice: (somewhat singing/on radio) I freakin' hate Chrissy...
The koopa kid screamed in fury, snatching the radio, piledriving, kicking, surplexing, and punching the radio before it stopped. The damage radio stopped playing as Bowser Jr. panted, eye twitching a bit.
Mr. Bump: Thanks, man! I'd just about had it with that talking toaster.
Then, the familiar paper was shown coming down with a "The End" sign. Later, in a familiar classroom, Junior with a graduate hat looked at the bandaged Mr. Man as he pointed to the words on the board.
Bowser Jr.: "Fhqwhgads."
Mr. Bump: Fubugrass.
Bowser Jr.: (frowns) Say it with a flourish. "Fhqwhgads."
Mr. Bump: Fooboomagoo.
Bowser Jr.: It doesn't sound like it looks. "Fhqwhgads."
The familiar head of the bat peeked as he grinned.
Fidget: Forhorglingrads!
Bowser Jr.: (annoyed) Fidge, I thought I asked you to leave, like, an hour ago.
Roy jumped in, shoving the bat down.
Roy: (shouts) DOUGLAS!!!
Bowser Jr.: (gasps) Whoa! We've had a breakthrough! (points) You get a gold star.
The End
At the familiar computer desk, the koopa kid was typing as he chanted.
Bowser Jr.: Email! Email! Email! Email!
The email was shown as he read it.
Bowser Jr.: (reading) "Dear Junior, You rock! Your are the most awesomest thing ever, but how come you made a song about fhqwhgads?"
He looked stunned, smiling a bit.
Bowser Jr.: Whoa. Spelled fhqwhgads right. You wouldn't believe how many I get where they're like, "Hey Junior, I love your fubugrass." Or "Dear Junior, where's that fuguman?" Anyways...(reading/shocked) "Will you make a song about me? Chrissy?!"
He face palmed, looking angry at the email before typing.
Bowser Jr.: (glares) Ugh...You people and your demands. Look, I'm not here to fulfill your every freakin' whim, alright? Make a song about me. Send Godzilla over to my house. Put on a purple thing and dance around! (anger mark) Well, I've had it! I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever make a song about the Chrissy.
As he continued, a beat sound was heard a bit.
Bowser Jr.: (somewhat singing) And I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever write a song about-(realizes) Hey, what?! Where's that beat coming from?
He turned, noticing Garfield with a keyboard, bopping his head to the beat before he stopped, noticing.
Bowser Jr.: (dryly) Oh, look who thinks he's Clever Dan. What are you trying to do, man?
Garfield: Huh?
Bowser Jr.: Get out of here!
Garfield: (takes the keyboard) Okay, okay.
With that, he hid behind the koopa's desktop.
Bowser Jr.: Well, that brought this email to a screeching halt. My focus is all...crocused. Guess it's time for a break.
He hopped off, departing his room while Garfield peeked from the computer, chuckling a bit. At the TV room, the koopa kid arrived to the couch with the TV turned on.
Bowser Jr.: And...whoop!
He hopped over and landed on the couch while canned laughter was heard. He then looked at the TV screen.
Bowser Jr.: (chuckles) Oh, this is the one where the guy's mom shows the guy's girlfriend the pictures of the guy when he was a baby.
Voice: (offended) MOM!!!
Canned laughter was heard a bit.
Bowser Jr.: He-he-he. Oh, the embarrassment.
Then, in came Larry wearing earbuds while listening to his music on his iPod.
Larry: (somewhat singing) ...never, ever, ever, ever, ever write a song about Chrissy.
Bowser Jr.: (glares) Hey! Shut up! (realizes) Where'd you hear that?
Larry: Geez, I don't know. Some song I just downloaded off the Internet.
Bowser Jr.: (shocked) What?! Ugh. I gotta get out of here.
He quickly departed as Larry continued listening.
Larry: (walking) And I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever...
Meanwhile, at the field, Mr. Bump was listening to the radio while the koopa kid arrived.
Bowser Jr.'s Voice: (on radio/singing somewhat) And I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever write a song about Chrissy.
Mr. Messy's Voice: (on radio) And coming in at number 4, that was Bowser Jr. with "Song About Chrissy".
Bowser Jr.: (snaps) I didn't write a song about Chrissy! Garfield just started playing some beat! I mean, I wasn't even-I didn't mean to-It was never my intention to-I FREAKIN' HATE CHRISSY!!!
Mr. Messy's Voice: And debuting at number 3, it's Bowser Jr. with "I Freakin' Hate Chrissy"!
Bowser Jr.'s Voice: (somewhat singing/on radio) I freakin' hate Chrissy...
The koopa kid screamed in fury, snatching the radio, piledriving, kicking, surplexing, and punching the radio before it stopped. The damage radio stopped playing as Bowser Jr. panted, eye twitching a bit.
Mr. Bump: Thanks, man! I'd just about had it with that talking toaster.
Then, the familiar paper was shown coming down with a "The End" sign. Later, in a familiar classroom, Junior with a graduate hat looked at the bandaged Mr. Man as he pointed to the words on the board.
Bowser Jr.: "Fhqwhgads."
Mr. Bump: Fubugrass.
Bowser Jr.: (frowns) Say it with a flourish. "Fhqwhgads."
Mr. Bump: Fooboomagoo.
Bowser Jr.: It doesn't sound like it looks. "Fhqwhgads."
The familiar head of the bat peeked as he grinned.
Fidget: Forhorglingrads!
Bowser Jr.: (annoyed) Fidge, I thought I asked you to leave, like, an hour ago.
Roy jumped in, shoving the bat down.
Roy: (shouts) DOUGLAS!!!
Bowser Jr.: (gasps) Whoa! We've had a breakthrough! (points) You get a gold star.
The End
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Bowser Jr., while trying to write to an email to someone named Chrissy, Garfield takes the opportunity to make his comebacks into a song Junior didn't even intentionally make into a song.
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Poor Junior. LOL! Good work!