The Mad Tea Party

Ch. 21: I See the Light

June 20, 2011 at 11:51 am | Posted in Generation 6 | 12 Comments

Previous: I’m Still Here

Is it ironic that my last chapter is titled “I’m Still Here” and then I disappear for months?

lol

BUT I’M UPDATING NOW K?

LAST TIME:

- I found out the Liddell’s have a dead vampire and a white-trash gnome living with them

- Peter grew up and turned into a whiny little brat

- A black man broke into the Liddell’s house and is rapin’ errbody out hurr

- EA is responsible for 9/11

- Esmeralda (yeah, remember her?) died from alcohol poisoning old age and Indiana Jones came and whisked her off to the Temple of Doom

- Nala, the dumb bitch, got herself knocked up again, despite her hatred of children.

Aaaaand we left off with her giving birth.

Nala: “I hope you’re happy. Now I have a -10 moodlet for 3 hours.”

Woah.

I named her RAPUNZEL, the heroine from Tangled, a.k.a.: THE BEST MOVIE EVER OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH I COULD MARRY IT.

I think I might like it more than Alice in Wonderland… Don’t tell Alice I said that.

It took me like a year, but I finally found the music box in buy mode! :D

… But I have to be honest. I was expecting a ballerina, not a gnome surrounded by cheetah print.

Simba: “So classy” *sigh*

Nala: “MOM! Wtf? Stop filming me while I’m showering!”

Pocahontas: *grumble* “What’s the use of having a daughter if you can’t exploit her…”

Stop.

Everyone: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR RAPUNZELLLLLL. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU~!”

John: “C’mon, Poca. Blow out the damn candles already!”

Poca: “Just calm down for a second. I gotta pluck out my stash from her blankie. Wouldn’t want it to disappear when she ages.”

Butler: “Um. Excuse me.”

John: “Nuh-uh. Nope. Listen here, fella, and listen good. You think that you can just waltz into our home and act like you own the place? Well we ain’t gonna tolerate it anymore!”

Butler: “I’m your butler… you hired me…”

John: “Yup. Sure. Don’t think we didn’t notice you trying to sneak off with some of our silverware!”

Butler: “I was polishing it!”

John: “That’s what they all say. Nala, get my gun.”

Ariel: “Maybe if I act like I can’t see him he’ll shut up.”

Peter: “Awiel…? Awiel!… AWIELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL”

Ariel: *Ignores*

Peter: “hmph. 2 can pway dis game”

STANDOFF

Rapunzel! DUCK FOR COVER. GUNS ARE GONNA BE ABLAZIN’

Rapunzel: *noms on block*

So oblivious. -_-

*Please ignore her horribly textured hair.

Nala: “DAMN IT”

Problem?

Nala: “YES. I brought Rapunzel out here to teach her how to walk, hoping that the copious amount of bushes would suffocate her, but she LIKES it.”

Rapunzel: “Just smell the grass, the dirt, just like I dreamed they’d be~”

Poca: “What do you mean no? WE HAD A FUCKING DEAL”

Chick: “These vegetables aren’t in as good condition as you promised they’d be.”

Poca: “Bullshit! They’re in perfect condition! Gimme my damn weed, woman.”

Chick: “no weed 4 u. peace”

Poca: “She’s going to make me chase her isn’t she?”

Poca: *sigh*

!

Where’s my damn butler?

…

I’m getting an awful sense of deja vu.

Why are you still here? YOU’RE LIKE 2984098 YEARS OLD. DIE

Gracey: “I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the mother fucking best.”

That’s it.

Gracey: “Greetings.”

Simba: “… Hi. Who is this guy? Is he family? Our relationship bar doesn’t indicate that we’re related.”

Hah. Of course it doesn’t.

But don’t worry. This isn’t a normal familial visit.

Simba: “Are you sure about this?”

OF COURSE! Trust me, Gracey LOVES explosives. He’s a mad scientist for goodness’ sake.

Simba: “All right, well…”

Simba: “I guess I’ll plop this one down here.”

Gracey: “…

FUCK”

Simba: “I’m peacing.”

:’ D

It’s so beautiful.

Triple birthday all the way

Across the sky

YEAH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHH~

…

Why do I even try?

Simba: “Maybe this uglacy thing isn’t for you, babe.”

Possibly, but then again, maybe this knuckle sandwich IS for you.

Simba: ;_; *flees*

Pfft. King of the Jungle? Moar lyk the Cowardly Lion.

Ariel: *GASP*

What.

Ariel: “I have… legs?”

Yeah… isn’t that what you wanted?

Ariel: “Yes, but… the novelty kind of wears off after a while, you know?”

Yeah, totally. Legs are so 2010.

Ariel: “I need to drink this off.”

Poca: “I approve.”

I’m thinking about making Ariel a fashion designer when she turns into a young adult, so I figured I’d have her get a head start on her drawing skill. I also need someone new to paint the family portraits, so I’m killing two birds with one stone. :D

So the Mousketeers got a gig…

I don’t know who would want them to perform. They’re horrible.

John: “Do I play it like dis? a durrrrrr”

I’m-Your-Biggest-Fan-I’ll-Follow-You-Until-You-Love-Me-Papa-Paparazzi: “Maybe if I close one eye it won’t look as painful… nope, ah well”

Zing!

So professional-looking, if I do say so myself.

Poca: “Ugh, I can feel that flash all the way down to my bones.”

Poca: “Wait a second… I’m surrounded by sparkles and suddenly feel lighter than air…

DAMN IT, PETER, I TOLD YOU TO KEEP TINKER BELL AWAY FROM ME”

Maybe I should tell her that she di-

John: “OMG UR DED”

Stealing my thunder. Damn you.

John: “B-but… you can’t die!”

John: “Now I’m going to be

Grimdiana (lol c wut i did thur) Jones: “Sup”

Poca: “Ugh, it’s about time you arrived. Please, take me away from this sniveling idiot before I kill him too.”

John: “Forever alone…”

Poca: “Whelp, here I go. No need to thank me for an epic ending to this otherwise terrible chapter.”

k I won’t.

John: “Forever alone”

Next: I Just Can’t Wait to be King

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Yeah, I know. It sucks.

I JUST GOT OFF FROM SCHOOL; GIVE ME A BREAK D:

I’ll update… when I feel like it…