KNS: Radio Miss Naughty 3

(Act 3)

Down below the well, Miss Naughty crashed to the ground, groaning before noticing a rock under her foot.

Miss Naughty: Ugh. Dammit, what the hell did I do to deserve this?!

She groaned, looking at the radio nearby.

Miss Naughty: (snaps) THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!

She slammed the radio, destroying it along with the mic she tossed.

Nutsy's Voice: Uh is that you, Gabby? Ah think yew sound older an' mo' European.

Miss Naughty: (shouts) It's me, you dumb vulture! It's Miss Naughty!

Nutsy's Voice: (sounds worried) Oh no! Ah done heard some commotion! Ya didn't kill Gabby Gums, did ya?

Miss Naughty: (snaps) GABBY GUMS IS DEAD, YA JERK!!

Nutsy, up above, began crying huge tears.

Nutsy: NOOOOOOO!!!

Trigger: (glares) Well, we hope yur satisfied! Ya killed a trapped child AND made Nutsy mo' pathetic than usual.

As the split screen was seen, Miss Naughty slapped her forehead.

Miss Naughty: She doesn't exist, you jerk!

Trigger: Aw now that's mean. Plus whatcha doin' down in 'de well anyhow?

Miss Naughty: What does it look like? I'm stuck in the well, stupid!

Nutsy: (looks down) You didn't have to be mean about it.

Trigger: Oh, I get it. I know what's going on here.

Nutsy: (confused) You do?

Trigger: Miss Naughty was pulling a prank on everyone, and when it backfired, she tried to fix it and got stuck.

Miss Naughty: (dryly) Nice deduction, ya mutant bird.

Trigger: Well guess what, ya sure fooled us, jerk. So 'ere's an idear fo' a prank: Let's go on home, git sleep AND leave her with karma!

Nutsy: Yeah! (pauses) Wait, when did Karma herself ended up in here?

Trigger: (yanks him) Come on, stupid!

Nutsy: Owie!

As soon as they were gone, Miss Naughty gulped with fear.

Miss Naughty: (fearfully) He-he! Great joke, guys! He-he! Guys?!

However, a wolf howl was the only thing heard. Back at Miss Helpful's, the vultures explained to the shape humans.

Trigger: So anyhow, since we done reckon yew is friends 'wit her, we gotta tell ya: Miss Naughty is trapped in 'de well.

Mr. Persnickety: Sweet Henrietta! What did she do this time?

Miss Helpful: Ah blame her parents on 'dis.

Miss Chatterbox: Oh well, she was pulling a prank on everyone, using the same name the Cutie Mark Crusaders once used in their newspaper thing...

Mr. Tickle: And she got stuck in the well trying to get her radio.

Trigger: (frowns) We were going to tell them that!

Miss Helpful: Is yew sayin' we is lousy helpin' her?

Mr. Rude: No, it's Mr. P who's lousy.

Mr. Persnickety: Mr. Rude!

Later, as the clean up crew was removing everything where the well was, the familiar shape humans with items neared the well before Mr. Scatterbrain tossed some items down.

Mr. Scatterbrain: Don't worry Miss Naughty, just because you're trapped in a hole, it doesn't mean you can't live a riched and full life. I brought you your Binky doll.

Down below, Miss Naughty yelp, being hit on the head by the objects.

Miss Naughty: Ow!

Mr. Scatterbrain: Sorry! I must've dropped some rocks.

Miss Naughty: (glares) Well, thanks for that, you clumsy oaf!

Mr. Grumpy: Well here's my stuff.

Some items hit her.

Miss Naughty: Knock it off, jerk.

Mr. Grumpy: Hey, don't make me come down there!

Miss Naughty: Like I see your face.

Mr. Grumpy: THAT DOES IT!!

However, he was grabbed by his friends.

Worker: (to the vultures) Put a man on him.

The two quickly jumped on Mr. Grumpy, whom yelped a bit.

Mr. Grumpy: CROOKED CUCUMBERS!!

Two familiar elderly glanced at the scene.

Muriel: I liked that other girl. So polite.

Mr. Persnickety: What are you doing to save my friend down there, officers?

Feral: Well, sir, we've located a piece of machinery in America. That could pop him out, lickety split.

Mr. Rude: Well, why don't you get it?!

Jenny: I'm afraid we've got a budget problem, Mr. Rude. Your friend picked a bad time to go fall down a well. If she'd done it at the start of the fishcal year, no problemo.

Miss Helpful: (frowns) You're telling me that the city won't pay to get Miss Naughty out of a well!

Jenny: Would have for Gabby. They loved that little gal. Your friend, well she kinda played us for a bunch of saps.

Mr. Persnickety: (sighs) Well, she was warned not to go too far and she did.

Mr. Rude: (snaps) Ungh!

Back at the studio, Dan looked seriously.

Dan Anchorman: So it seems we've all been the victims of a cruel hoax, perpetrated by a naughty purple hooligan. The time has come for finger pointing and most of them are squarely aimed at the people who support her.

It then showed the shape humans nearby.

Miss Helpful: It wasn't our fault. We was just trying to please Miss Naughty with a good present.

Mr. Scatterbrain: But she didn't want it at first and ruined Penelope's surprise.

The elephant blew her trunk a bit.

Mr. Scatterbrain: Bless you! Hee hee! She just sneezed.

Mr. Tickle: She hated all the presents and we didn't want her to be disappointed. I mean it WAS an accident, right?

Mr. Scatterbrain: Can you edit Penelope sneezing?

Dan Anchorman: Mr. Scatterbrain, we're live, coast to coast.

Mr. Scatterbrain: We are?

Dan Anchorman: Yeah, not like that hacked super hero Space Ghost!

In the academy, some kids were skipping rope.

Girls: (singing) One plus one plus three is five, Little Miss Naughty's buried alive. She's so mean, she's so sweet, now the rats have her to eat.

Mr. Rude: (glares) Hey, stop that!

Girls: Sorry, Mr. Rude.

As soon as he was gone, the girls continued.

Girls: (singing) How many days till she croaks? 1, 2, 3, 4.

At the radio station, two familiar figures were near the countdown number.

Kappa: And our new Number 1 hit is "I Do Believe We're Naked" by Funky See, Funky Do replaces "We're Sending Our Love Down the Well" which plunges all the way down to number 97.

At city hall, the citizens gathered where the mayor spoke.

Mayor: And this is our fault, for the rescue of the Naughty girl. I have taken a lot of heat. So, I am flip-flopping! I say "Let her stay down there!"

Crowd: YAY!!

Mayor: And by the order of the emperor himself, she is sentenced to starve into death or at least until someone kills her.

Crowd: YAY!!

Miss Bellum groans as she whispers into his ear.

Mayor: Oh. Or at least until someone saves her. I always get those two mixed up.

Nearby the well, a reporter typed on the PC marked "Town to Well Girl: No More Free Food, Starve to Death or Die" by Mako Cocoron" was typed.

Mako: Ugh.

Then, the cell phone rang before he picked it up.

Mako: Yeah? Cocoron here. (gasps) Wow, now THAT'S a story.

With that, the car zoomed away, revealing him to be near the well earlier. The paper was then seen spinning with the headline marked "Squirrel Resembling Washing Found". Some time later, at the well, the only remaining friends tossed some objects, looking down at the well.

Miss Helpful: Here you go. I made you an extra warm sweater you can wear while you're down in the well.

Miss Naughty, as the split screen showed, showed her in the sweater while the sleeves showed.

Miss Naughty: Ugh, it's too big.

Mr. Scatterbrain: I'm sure you'll grow into it.

Mr. Tickle: Scatterbrain, come on. We gotta put food down there before any officials see us and ban us from feeding her ever again.

Mr. Scatterbrain: I think that emperor is over exagerating. Besides, it's not like we ARE banned from the well at all.

Mr. Tickle: Well, true. There are still some ticked off at her.

Miss Helpful looked at the signs marked "Die, Miss Naughty" and "Kill Miss Naughty".

Miss Helpful: Then why are there picket signs with threats of killing Miss Naughty?

Miss Naughty: (looks down) You know, I've done a lot of bad stuff over the years, I guess now I'm paying the price. But there's so many things I'll never get a chance to do. Smoke a cigarette, use a fake ID, make a swear word in my hair...(teary) or even marry the person I want to be with...

She started burying her face with the group looking worried.

Mr. Rude: (seriously) That's all I can stands, I can't stands no more!

He snatched a shovel, glaring as he shouted.

Mr. Rude: If no one wants to help you, Miss Naughty, since no one is your real friend at all, I'm gonna get you out of there myself! Everyone else abandoned you and I cannot stand to be away one more minute!

Mr. Tickle: He's right about one thing: We're gonna help you get out of there. Only TRUE friends can do that for you.

Mr. Happy: (shows some tools) I got the tools we need to start digging.

Mr. Scatterbrain: I will get the digging animals!

As they began digging with Mr. Scatterbrain whistling for animals who could dig, far away, while Miss Sunshine rolled a wheelbarrow to the sight, Horace watched the digging.

Horace: Oh why didn't I think of that?!

He tossed the towel down before darting to the shed, arriving back with a shovel.

Horace: Agnes, we've got work to do!

The fox tore off his shirt, then started digging with the group with the females using wheelbarrows to drag the extra dirt away. Just then, another car drove up before a man with pick axe arrived, helping in the dig. Meanwhile, on the news, a familiar man looked saddened.

Dan Anchorman: This is Dan Anchorman with a special bulletin. The Washington Squirrel has been assassinated.

It showed the outline of the squirrel with the nut on the screen.

Dan Anchorman: Although what's a squirrel doing in Washington is beyond me. We'll stay with this story all night (slams his fist) if we have to.

In the familiar Team Spicer HQ, the familiar figures noticed the crowd with tools heading off before Shego looked outside.

Shego: What's going on?

Eustace: It's an ol' fashioned hole digging! (grins) By gore, it's been a while!

Shego: (frowns) Is this involve Miss Naughty? I thought the town wanted nothing to do with it.

Peach: Yes, but leaving someone to die like that is pushing it. I'm going to help.

Toad: Me too!

Kirby: Poyo!

The next morning, as a few people were motioning the dirt barrel upward, down below, many people were digging toward the well. As Binky was trying to break the rock blocking the way, Mr. Bounce gasped, noticing a bird in his cage dead.

Mr. Bounce: The canary!

They stopped with the group gasping.

Miss Whoops: GAS! Out of the hole!

They all darted out, screaming in fear. Up above, Mr. Happy checked the dead bird before looking at the crowd.

Mr. Happy: Gentlemen, this canary died of natural causes.

Horace: Back in the hole!

They screamed while darting back.

Mr. Happy: Huh. I wonder what it was doing there anyway. (shrugs) Oh well.

A bit later, Buddy with the shape humans were digging with the African sighing.

Miss Helpful: Buddy, you look tired, maybe you should take a rest!

Buddy: (sighs) Not when one of my fans needs me.

Mr. Persnickety: Actually, I don't know if we've ever heard Miss Naughty play one of your albums.

Mr. Rude: (quickly) Ixnay Mr. Persnickety! This man here is a good digger!

Finally, the shovel began making a hole before Miss Naughty winced, then gasped at the man nearby.

Miss Naughty: Buddy!

Then, Mr. Rude shoved him as she gasped.

Miss Naughty: It's my friends! And Mr. Rude!

The rock was lifted away from her foot.

Miss Sunshine: Oh Miss Naughty, we missed you so much.

She was hugged, making her wince.

Miss Naughty: Ouch! My back!

Mr. Tickle: We were all so scared.

Mr. Scatterbrain: Don't worry, friends, they're going to make sure no-one ever falls down this well again.

That evening, a sign was slammed down marked "Caution: Well" with Horace, back in his shirt, smiling as he picked up the shovel from the now dirt covered ground.

Horace: There, that should do it!

Finally, the Scottish fox departed from the area.

Horace: Not sure why we didn't board the damn thing up, but what can we say? We picky.

(ED: I Am Sailor Moon by Peach Hips)