Post by Barrel on May 25, 2007 20:56:02 GMT -8
I got the idea from a Superman joke, XD. For the 22 Challenge!
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The trapdoor to the Treehouse of d00m creaked open late one night, and a humanoid figure walked inside. The Fan-Admin, as everyone called her, was carrying a warm cup of coffee in one hand with four sugar packets tightly clutched in the other. She glanced around to make sure nobody saw her, then juggled coffee and sugar in one hand as she fished in her pocket. A moment later, she produced a set of keys and unlocked the Administrator Office.
Once inside, the Fan-Admin locked the door behind her. Any mod that wanted to get in could with their keys, while every other member and character was kept OUT. She surveyed the room with a slight smile on her face as she noticed the pile of papers on her desk. "Just like I left it!" she grinned, then walked to the desk and sat down in the rickety wooden chair. Her coffee was set down on the desk as she tore open the sugar packets, pouring all four into the coffee and stirring with a stirring rod stolen from her Science classroom.
The Administrator sat with her feet on all of the (important, no doubt) papers on her desk, chair pushed back so it was balancing on two legs as she sipped her coffee, then set it back on the desk. The chair tumbled backwards and the Admin jumped up and grabbed the microphone that she had stolen from the band teacher at her school, along with a few of the speakers from the computers of various teachers. The speakers were set up all around the Treehouse, and all she had to do was turn the microphone on and talk... The Fan-Admin grinned evilly. "I love messing with other people's minds!" she cackled as she flipped the switch into the "on" position.
"Attention members -and characters- of the Treehouse of d00m." The Admin's voice came from each speaker. Everyone present ignored the announcement- until the Fan-Admin's next words. "We are celebrating because we have twenty-two..." The speakers died, leaving everyone wondering what the Admin was going to say next, not knowing that she wasn't going to add anything else to her announcement.
"Twenty-two what?" Lock wondered. "Twenty-two plungers?" He hugged the plunger Shock had recently given him in the RP. It, unlike his old one, had no dents or scratches in the wood- yet.
"Twenty-two vials of deadly poison?" Shock asked eagerly, face lighting up. She may not have been as evil as her younger self, but she still wasn't what Sandy Claws would classify as "nice".
Oogie looked up, then grinned. "Twenty-two games of playing strip poker with DOllface and Shock?" he asked excitedly, perverted thoughts running through whatever brain the bug-man had.
Shock shot Oogie a dirty look, then backed away. Sally also gave Oogie a disgusted look. "Only in your dreams, bud," Jack growled, stepping in front of Sally protectively. Then his curiosity got the better of him. "Hmm... Maybe twenty-two days without the Mayor bugging me about Halloween plans?" the skeleton asked excitedly.
"Oooooor maybe twenty-two weeks without another full moon!" Barrel added. The ghoul hated being a werewolf because he didn't want to unintentionally hurt anyone.
"Twenty-two hours of nonstop Halloween planning with Jack?" the Mayor wondered as he walked towards the group. Jack let out a high-pitched scream and hid behind Sally, who was obviously NOT pleased by that, especially since Oogie was now staring at her.
The Nightmare characters, who had stayed up all night wondering about the whole "Twenty-Two" thing, finally wandered away to get some sleep. Danny Elfman had viewed the conversation with a slight frown, shaking his head. He crossed over to the Administrator's Office and rapped on the door.
Fan-Admin poker her head out. "Yes, what do you wa- ZOMG IT'S DANNY ELFMAN! We have twenty-two members! TWENTY-TWO, DANNY!"
The composer rolled his eyes. He got this reaction every time the Administrator saw him. He opened his mouth, and said... "Fan-Admin, you're mean when you drink coffee."
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The trapdoor to the Treehouse of d00m creaked open late one night, and a humanoid figure walked inside. The Fan-Admin, as everyone called her, was carrying a warm cup of coffee in one hand with four sugar packets tightly clutched in the other. She glanced around to make sure nobody saw her, then juggled coffee and sugar in one hand as she fished in her pocket. A moment later, she produced a set of keys and unlocked the Administrator Office.
Once inside, the Fan-Admin locked the door behind her. Any mod that wanted to get in could with their keys, while every other member and character was kept OUT. She surveyed the room with a slight smile on her face as she noticed the pile of papers on her desk. "Just like I left it!" she grinned, then walked to the desk and sat down in the rickety wooden chair. Her coffee was set down on the desk as she tore open the sugar packets, pouring all four into the coffee and stirring with a stirring rod stolen from her Science classroom.
The Administrator sat with her feet on all of the (important, no doubt) papers on her desk, chair pushed back so it was balancing on two legs as she sipped her coffee, then set it back on the desk. The chair tumbled backwards and the Admin jumped up and grabbed the microphone that she had stolen from the band teacher at her school, along with a few of the speakers from the computers of various teachers. The speakers were set up all around the Treehouse, and all she had to do was turn the microphone on and talk... The Fan-Admin grinned evilly. "I love messing with other people's minds!" she cackled as she flipped the switch into the "on" position.
"Attention members -and characters- of the Treehouse of d00m." The Admin's voice came from each speaker. Everyone present ignored the announcement- until the Fan-Admin's next words. "We are celebrating because we have twenty-two..." The speakers died, leaving everyone wondering what the Admin was going to say next, not knowing that she wasn't going to add anything else to her announcement.
"Twenty-two what?" Lock wondered. "Twenty-two plungers?" He hugged the plunger Shock had recently given him in the RP. It, unlike his old one, had no dents or scratches in the wood- yet.
"Twenty-two vials of deadly poison?" Shock asked eagerly, face lighting up. She may not have been as evil as her younger self, but she still wasn't what Sandy Claws would classify as "nice".
Oogie looked up, then grinned. "Twenty-two games of playing strip poker with DOllface and Shock?" he asked excitedly, perverted thoughts running through whatever brain the bug-man had.
Shock shot Oogie a dirty look, then backed away. Sally also gave Oogie a disgusted look. "Only in your dreams, bud," Jack growled, stepping in front of Sally protectively. Then his curiosity got the better of him. "Hmm... Maybe twenty-two days without the Mayor bugging me about Halloween plans?" the skeleton asked excitedly.
"Oooooor maybe twenty-two weeks without another full moon!" Barrel added. The ghoul hated being a werewolf because he didn't want to unintentionally hurt anyone.
"Twenty-two hours of nonstop Halloween planning with Jack?" the Mayor wondered as he walked towards the group. Jack let out a high-pitched scream and hid behind Sally, who was obviously NOT pleased by that, especially since Oogie was now staring at her.
The Nightmare characters, who had stayed up all night wondering about the whole "Twenty-Two" thing, finally wandered away to get some sleep. Danny Elfman had viewed the conversation with a slight frown, shaking his head. He crossed over to the Administrator's Office and rapped on the door.
Fan-Admin poker her head out. "Yes, what do you wa- ZOMG IT'S DANNY ELFMAN! We have twenty-two members! TWENTY-TWO, DANNY!"
The composer rolled his eyes. He got this reaction every time the Administrator saw him. He opened his mouth, and said... "Fan-Admin, you're mean when you drink coffee."