Roger points at Little Angel and nods quickly. "Yeah," he says, spraying the table with bits of stuffing. "There will be no throwing of any kind! Unless you wanna throw it into my mouth... that could be kinda fun."
"Oh my God!" April screams, nearly dropping her cigarette. "Are you okay, Angel? You were pretty... enthusiastic."
"That's fine," Frank says. "I've got a pick axe from my vaults, and I stole Brad's boxers and kept them in a very special place." He smirks. "Well, there's only one place we can get all of this... to Wal-mart!"
Green starts wiping his fingers under Mark's eyes. "Oh, Mark, don't cry now... don't cry!" he says, crying as well. "I'm just... so happy!"
Cha-Cha smiles. "Aww, that was thoughtful! Okay... on the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two rollerblades and a bottle of AZT!"
"To Wal-Mart" Hedwig agrees, throwing her fist up again."
"Me too!!" Mark sniffs, kissing Det. Green. "I love you soooooo much and I want nothing more than to go back home to bed with you!! How do we get back home??"
Little Collins picks up a fist full of mashed potatoes and throws it at Roger. "haha!!"
COLLINS: *obviously heard the strange howl/scream thingy* You ok,baby?
ANGEL: Wow... *shakes head* Yeah,I'm fine! *giggles at April* That was fun!
COLLINS: *continues singing* On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me...3 Captain Crunch boxes,2 roller blades, and a bottle of AZT!
LITTLE ANGEL: *can't help but laugh* DUCK,UNCLE ROGER!!!!
: Let me try something...*shuts eyes and clicks heels three times* There's no place like home! *re-appears on the roof of the loft where Jesse and the Corpse of Adam Pascal are getting it on*
((OOC: Little Angel has offically adopted you all as his family! :) ))
Frank grabs Hedwig's other hand, slaps his own ass, and they disappear and the suddenly reappear in front of Wal-mart. "You know, I really hate Wal-mart. There are too many worthless bums wandering around slowly with no purpose."
"Uh...." Green looks around, and notices they are nearly alone now. "Well... I dunno. It worked for him. Man, I'm gonna feel so dumb." He grabs Mark's hands and clicks his heels three times too. "There's no place like home!"
Roger gapes and slowly wipes mashed potatoes out of his eyes. "Awww, brat, you got it in my lovely rocker hairdo! That wasn't nice!" he says, trying to rub mashed potatoes out of his hair. "And uh... mini-Angel person, since when did I become your uncle? Wouldn't that mean I'd have to be brothers with... er... Collins or something?" He shrugs, then tugs angrily at his hair again before reaching for the nasty vegetable lasagna and chucking it at Little Collins.
"Really?" April asks, glancing down. "I always thought the possibility of almost dying but not managing to was relaly fun."
Cha-Cha follows Collins to stare at the six girls howling on the fire escape before continuing on. "On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... four new movies, three boxes of Cap'n Crunch, two rollerblades, and a bottle of AZT!"
LITTLE ANGEL: *giggles* You just seem like an uncle to me....LOOK OUT,COLLINS! *leaps out in front of Little Collins and ends up getting slimed with the vegetable lasagna crap*
COLLINS: On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...FIVE ONION RIIIINGS! 4 new movies, 3 Captian Crunch boxes, two rollerblades, and a bottle of AZT!
ANGEL: Yeah,it actually is! Who would've thought??
NINA: *comes through swatting at random people* That's ENOUGH! Markie's trying to sleep, and I am NOT cleaning this up, so somebody ELSE better have a few plans! *Gives Teh Nina Glare of Evil Death (TM) to all other characters*
WILSON: . . . running around naked in private is a completely different thing, KT.
ANTHONY: *sighs and starts undressing kids, leaving them in their underwear* This stuff's gonna have to go in the wash . . .
EVAN: *starts collecting bits and pieces of clothing to rinse in the sink before putting them in the washer* Um . . . do we even have a washer and dryer?
NINA: *to Li'l Angel* Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you in the tub.
The Corpse of Adam Pascal notices Collins #2
. "OH MY GOD!" he squeals, clutching his hand over his heart, or where his heart would be assuming he still had one. "How long have you been standing there?"
Hedwig smiles, squeezing Frank's hand. "Yeah, I guess so, but when you really think about it, we're pretty much all just worthless bums wandering around slowly with no purpose.It's just that some of us are more...sexy...than others.
Little Collins sends a death Glare in Roger's direction. "You evil person! Why did you throw lasagna at Angel? And by the way... your 'rocker hair' wasn't even that sexy to begin with!!"
Mark closes his eyes, trying to picture Detective Green in a Dorothy Costume and then starts giggling like a little girl.
MARILYN MANSON: *drops in front of Frank and Hedwig* ((BTW, do with him what you will ^_^))
NINA: Tommy, that's ENOUGH. Angel, sweetheart, let's get you in the tub. Tommy, you too.
ANGEL: *kisses Markie happily*
"Ahh, I love onion rings!" Cha-Cha cries excitedly. "Oh my God, Amazing Grace makes the BEST onion rings on Friday nights." She giggles happily, and then pauses. "Oh. Uh... on the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... six queens a bitchin', FIVE ONION RINGS!! Four new movies, three boxes of Cap'n Crunch, two rollerblades, and a bottle of AZT!"
Roger opens his mouth stupidly and points around between Little Angel and Little Collins. "But I didn't-- she went and-- I mean, he went and-- look, I didn't do that on purpose, okay! And even though you're going to be gay unless you already are, I'd still find it disturbing if YOU thought my hair was sexy. I don't want YOU to think my hair is sexy. There have only been three people in my life who I've ever wanted to think that." He glances ashamedly at Nina, and then points swiftly at Li'l Collins. "He started it."
"Only a little. But it's not like you don't like to do it. I found some of your baby photos in your room," KT says. "Although... I think earlier before we started making out on the couch for the millionth time, I saw a miniature you running around naked anyway..."
Green is in deep concentration, when he hears Mark snickering at him. He opens an eye. "Stop laughing! ... I played the Lion one time back in elementary school when we had a mandatory Wizard of Oz show. Now, I think it's only gonna work if you concentrate and say it with me."
"True," Frank muses. "Definitely some are more sexy. But I am not a bum, thank you." His eyes then suddenly widen and then fill with fury as Marilyn Manson suddenly appears. "YOU! Damn, we didn't even have time to get all the supplies!" He thinks quick on his feet and then pulls out a stake and tries to see if he can get rid of Marilyn Buffy-the-Vampire-Slayer style.
: *smirk* For,like,...4 minutes!
EVAN: *is cleaning up the mess* There's a washing machine over there...*points to a corner*
COLLINS: *laughs at Cha Cha's little out burst* On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...seven 'Merry Christmas bitches',six queens a bitchin',FIIIVE ONION RIIINGS! Four new movies,three Cap'n Crunch boxes,two rollerblades, and a bottle of AZT!
***THE FIRE ESCAPE***
ANGEL: *hears Cha Cha and Collins singing* Oooo! I love this song!
LITTLE ANGEL: Ok,Aunt Nina. *follows Nina* It's alright,Tommy. He didn't mean it. *turns back to Roger* It's ok Uncle Roger,I forgive you! *smiles* Baths can be fun anyways! 'Specially if they got bubbles!
Mark bites his tongue. "Sorry...I was just picturing you in a Dorothy costume...it was really cute!"
"Hold on!" Hedwig says, reaching into her back pocket. "I might be able to help." And with that she pulls out a Paris Hilton CD. "Sorry it isn't Lindsay Lohan, but it's the best I can do under the circumstances."
Little Collins sticks his tongue out at Roger before following Nina and little Angel to the bathroom.
NINA: Roger, if you want to act like a five-year-old, I can stand you in the corner. Or get somebody to spank you. Someone who WON'T let you get any kind of gratification out of it. Like . . . my mom.
WILSON: Yeah, but - that was when I was a KID! I mean, come on. You said it yourself, I don't usually "parade" anywhere . . . not that you'd mind it if I did.
MARILYN MANSON: *eyes bulge in terror. He screams/squeals/yells (whatever is most appropriate, as the mun thinks MM is ugly as fuck and has NO desire to see anything he's been in) and tries to run away*
COLLINS: On the ninth day of Chirstmas my true love gave to me... nine drag queens dancing,eight Miss Flawless crowds, seven 'Merry Christmas bitches', six queens a bitchin', FIIIVE ONION RIIIINGS, four new movies, three Cap'n Crunch boxes,two rollerblades, and a bottle of AZT!