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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 20, 2011 17:37:41 GMT -5
A Christmas story my sister and I came up with! It's slightly crazy... but we like it that way. Please, please, please enjoy! It's loads of fun to write! George sipped his coffee as he neatly wires on the floor of the theater. “Well, lads, another convert tonight.” “Convert?” asked Neil. “Sorry.” He drank another sip of his coffee. “I meant concert. Coffee, ye know. Besides, who knows. Loads of bands have cult followin’s.” “Mm, George, wanna give me that coffee?” Ryan asked, taking the coffee without an answer. “I’ll be the mature one here.” He grinned and three female stagehands sighed. “Ha!” Daniel exclaimed. “Ye, mature?” He shook his head. “If anyone’s mature here, it’s me.” “No, it’s Sharon.” Keith grinned and walked up to the stage. He cocked his head. “What an interestin’ arrangement.” They all stared at the stage. “Why is there a wardrobe?” asked Emmet. “Looks just like th’ set for Narnia!” Daniel said. “That was my favorite movie when I was six.” “Yeah, right,” Emmet scoffed. He looked over and jumped. “There’s a, uh, ah, a giant stuffed lion starin’ at me.” He blinked a couple of times before turning around. “Where’s George?” “That’s a nice break from askin’ where Neil is,” Keith said quietly. Neil rolled his eyes. “George went in th’ wardrobe.” Daniel ran over, pulled open the door, and yelled, “For Narnia!” before jumping in. The other lads rolled their eyes and wondered where all the people were (besides the female stagehands who were still fawning over Ryan). George and Daniel both came out of the wardrobe with wide eyes. “Did ye know, uh, lads!” George yelled. “George, no more eggnog with real rum,” Neil said without looking. “Why is there a snow machine? We have our own.” “Lads,” George said, “Uh, ye might want t’ come look in this wardrobe.” Keith turned around. “I love a good coat. But it might be mighty crowded in that wardrobe.” He grinned. “Worth a try, though.” He walked in and there was a yell coming out of the wardrobe. “No. Way!” Neil sighed. “I suppose I better go see these coats.” He walked in and didn’t come back out. George and Daniel grinned knowingly. George grabbed Emmet’s sleeve. “Come with us, lad.” “Oh, boy,” Emmet groaned. All three of them walked inside and disappeared. Ryan finished signing autographs for the stagehands and looked around. “Where’d they go?”
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Post by GalwayGirl on Nov 20, 2011 18:12:32 GMT -5
LOL I loved it!!! Hehe George's comment about the converts.. lol This ought to be good!! hehe figures George and Daniel would be the first in! And of course Emmet seems to get dragged into a lot!! LOL I can't wait to see what happens next!! Update when you can!
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Post by celticbear on Nov 20, 2011 21:36:56 GMT -5
OMG! Jen and Carina! Narnia meets CT! This is going to be one rollercoaster of a ride! UPDATE AS SOON AS YOU CAN!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 22, 2011 23:18:04 GMT -5
Haha Auntie, sort of ;D Well, enjoy this.
Hey, Dancer, did you realize that we wrote this before we realized the Doctor Who Christmas special was about Narnia and Doctor Who? ....... We did it... Again .....
George motioned around. “Look, lads. It’s a spaceship!”
“It’s bigger on the inside!” Emmet exclaimed, grinning broadly.
Neil shook his head. “George, ye’re never drinkin’ Starbucks again.”
Daniel was looking around. “It is...so big.”
“People tend to say that,” someone said from behind them. They all whirled around to find someone leaning against the wall, twirling something in his hand. He smiled and waved. “Hullo.”
Keith stared at him. “Ye’re Matt Smith!”
“Who?” he asked.
“The Doctor! The Eleventh Doctor! Matt Smith!”
“Keith, calm down. Breathe.” Neil look very worried. He turned his head. “Hello,” he said to the girl who came in at that moment.
“Married,” Amy said without really looking at him. She turned to the Doctor. “Okay, Doctor, where are we? You said we were going to Barcelona.”
“The planet,” Emmet said, his eyes wide.
“You know,” the Doctor said, “I think I know who you mean by Matt Smith. Good looking chap. Kinda like me. The actor. I asked him to play me because he looks like me. And he has an excellent understanding of bow ties. Now, Amy, you need to grab your sunscreen and tell Rory to grab baby’s pram, and we’ll be in Barcelona in no time at all. As soon as we drop off these hitchhikers. Which, as hitchhikers, they should have remembered their towels. Very important.” He tapped his nose with the object in his hand. “Now, where would you like to be dropped off?”
“Well, we were just getting off,” Neil started.
“No, no, no!” Emmet cut in. “We wish to go back to...Cardiff.”
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Just as long as you don’t open up the rift again. I’m tired of going to Cardiff. Such a droll place.” He started the TARDIS up and the whooshing sound was heard.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Keith said. “This isn’t a TARDIS. It’s a wardrobe!”
“Yes, well, I had a minor mishap with my chemistry kit. Plus, it’s a good disguise for a Lion, Witch, Wardrobe play, or whatever it’s called. So it’s a wardrobe right now. But if you want to see the actual wardrobe, you can.”
“Is the swimming pool in there?” Daniel asked.
“Ye’ve watched Doctor Who?” George asked.
“When Keith hijacks the TV, ye learn t’ watch what’s available.”
“Episodes?” Amy asked, alarmed.
“Yeah, sweetheart, didn’t you know?” Rory interjected. “They made a TV series off this incredible man.”
“When did ye come in?” Neil asked. His eyes were glossing over.
“I took the stairs.”
“You need tea,” the Doctor said, pointing at Neil. “Tea, tea, where is the tea? RIVER!” he yelled. “Oh, that’s right. She’s off again. Probably...who knows what. Amy, get this poor chap some tea.”
She looked at Neil. “Do you want tea?”
He looked down. “Yes. Wait...this coffee says George on it.” He glanced at George, who smirked at him.
“Loosen up, lad.” He smiled. “Now, I want to see this wardrobe with a swimmin’ pool.”
“Down the passage, three doors on the left, take the stairs down, around the corner to the left, six doors to the left, eleventh door on the left. If the swimming pool isn’t there, it’s probably in the library. Again.” The Doctor paused. “My books sustain a lot of water damage.”
Neil groaned. “I’ll find it.”
Rory took pity on him. “Come on, I’ll show you the way.” He led all the lads down the passage, three doors on the left, they took the stairs down, around the corner (going left, of course, because turning right is BAD. Bad wolf.), six doors to the left, and the eleventh door on the left. They turned left quite a few times. The Doctor didn’t want to take any more chances with turning right.
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Post by GalwayGirl on Nov 23, 2011 2:32:28 GMT -5
LOL Oh wow this is something!!! Poor Neil is soooo lost!! At least the other lads are taking it in stride!! This is going to be fun!! I can't wait to read more, update when you can!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Nov 23, 2011 16:21:44 GMT -5
OH MY GOODNESS! A STORY WITH THE DOCTOR IN IT! THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!!!!!!! Update soon please!!!
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Post by dancer4life on Nov 23, 2011 22:16:59 GMT -5
Hburg, OH MY GOODNESS!!!! Maybe we should stop writing CT stories.....
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 23, 2011 22:33:29 GMT -5
Maybe we should...
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Post by celticbear on Nov 23, 2011 23:12:46 GMT -5
Don't you two dare stop writting! I'm loving this story more and more! What could be better than Narnia,Doctor Who and CT all rolled into one crazy story! Love Neils reaction to all of this while the others who have seen Doctor Who have caught on to what is going on and are going with the flow! UPDATE SOON! PLEASE! AND IF YOU TWO STOP WRITTING CT STORIES THEN YOU WILL HAVE ONE VERY UPSET AUNTIE CB ON YOUR HANDS!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 23, 2011 23:13:56 GMT -5
...... Dancer.... I think it would be dangerous to stop writing..... As my math teacher said, as he ran down the hall with scissors, "I'm livin' on the edge." That's the best place to be, right?
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Post by dancer4life on Nov 23, 2011 23:15:50 GMT -5
Oh, good Ol' Mr. Wayne! I miss his stories. And him making Stuart furious about the Greatest Joke in the World Auntie, dangerous things happen when we, specifically me, write about CT. Sometimes even when I DON'T write about CT. It might be best for the safety of CT if we just leave them stranded in the TARDIS for infinity.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 23, 2011 23:17:29 GMT -5
No, they'd all disappear....promise..... Mr. Wayne...lol GREATEST JOKE IN THE WORLD! The Algebra 2 students this year don't get it
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 26, 2011 16:47:35 GMT -5
Go Ducks.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...
They walked in to the wardrobe. It was much bigger on the inside. Then Neil noticed it was cold. And dark. And there was something crunching under his feet.
Daniel skipped next to him. “It feels like Narnia in here.”
Neil grabbed Daniel by the shoulders. “No. I can barely handle Doctor Who. It can’t be Narnia in here.”
Keith tapped Neil on the head. “Hey, shorty, look that way.”
Neil turned his head. “I am not short. Daniel’s shorter than me.”
“Give me a couple months.” Daniel grinned.
Neil looked where Keith was pointing. “What...” His heart sank. “That’s the witch’s sleigh from Narnia. Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse.”
Daniel started tugging on Neil’s sleeve. “Hey, do ye think there’ll be Turkish Delight? I’m hungry.”
“Me, too,” Keith said.
“Are they always like this?” Rory asked.
“Yeah, but usually this one’s responsible,” Neil said, pointing at George, who stuck his tongue out and went to go meet the witch.
“George! What are ye doin’?” Emmet yelled.
“Just bein’ nice t’ th’ fans,” George said. “I mean, it’s Tilda Swinton! She went to school in Scotland! Kudos t’ her for that. She’s a fellow country woman. Ye can follow if ye want.”
They all stared after him with gaping mouths.
Daniel reached over and shut Neil’s mouth. “Ye know the stuff they made the snow out of, right?”
“I dunna want t’ know.” Neil shook his head. “Is t’ere a nice place t’at I can drink me tea in in t’is place?” he asked Rory.
“Uh, you can go back in the TARDIS,” he said. “It’s warm in there. I don’t, I...I’m not sure where we are.”
They all watched George walk up to the witch nervously. “Should we help him?” Emmet asked.
“No,” Neil said, thinking. “I t’ink he can...go by himself.”
Ryan was staring at the stage. “Wasn’t there a wardrobe here?” he mumbled.
“Ryan!” he heard a sharp voice behind him. “Where are the lads? We have to do sound check!”
“Sharon...” Ryan said slowly. “There was a wardrobe here.”
“Yes? And we don’t need it, so they probably took it off. For some reason, they thought we were the group doing The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe ballet.”
Ryan choked with laughter at the mental image of George in a tutu.
“Anyway, where are the lads?”
“Uh....ye know how there was a wardrobe here?”
“Let me guess. They thought Narnia was inside and they went inside.” He could almost hear her rolling her eyes. “Come on, where are they?”
“Well, they did look. And they haven’t come back out yet. The, the wardrobe...well. It disappeared.” Ryan turned around to face her wrath. He could feel himself turning bright red. “I think it was a TARDIS. Ye know, from Doctor Who.”
Sharon looked blank.
“Ye know...the show on tele.” Ryan grinned sheepishly. “Uh, I was signin’ autographs, and the, the wardrobe made the whoosh sound that the TARDIS makes, ye know. And, uh, it was gone. I tried my best t’ be responsible, Sharon.”
Sharon reached out and put her hand on his forehead. “Are you feverish? Come on, let’s go to the doctor’s.”
“That’s where they are! The Doctor’s! He runs the TARDIS!” Ryan nodded emphatically.
“Ryan....” Sharon shook her head. “I’ll call them.” She pulled out her phone and called George. She waited impatiently, tapping her foot. “George isn’t picking up? George is the good one! George always picks up!”
“Ye might want t’ call Neil. He’s, uh, watchin’ out for George today. George is a little loopy today.” Ryan nodded.
Sharon looked at him, her mouth falling open. She shook her head and called Neil. “Hi, Neil. Thanks for answering. Where are you?”
“Well, Sharon, I’m on a couch. Drinkin’ some marvelous tea.” Neil looked around and smiled. “Rory, could ye hand me t’at blanket? It’s gettin’ cold in here. T’anks. Sharon, ye’ll never believe what happened t’ me.”
“Let me guess,” Sharon said dryly. “You went in the wardrobe and are now being filmed for a TV show?”
“Close. Sharon, ye must be omnipotent. Like God.”
“Well, if you’re going to start lighting candles toward me, make sure they’re pure beeswax. Where. Are. You.”
“In t’e TARDIS.” Neil sighed. “Why did ye call me? Ye always call George.”
“George wasn’t picking up.” Sharon sighed. “Call me when you want to tell me the truth. Or when you’re sober. Whichever’s first.” She hung up. “Ryan, where did you go?”
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Post by celticbear on Nov 26, 2011 22:19:57 GMT -5
LOL! The lads are telling the truth! and Sharon just does not get it! Poor Neil! I don't think he is appreciating the comment that Sharon made about him being drunk! And George thinking the White Witch is an old school friend of his! JEN AND CARINA THIS HAS TO BE YOUR BEST STORY YET!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Nov 26, 2011 23:32:41 GMT -5
Oh wow... LOL Yep Daniel is having a blast!! Neil well he is still not getting it!! George is having a blast catching up with supposed *chums* fun!! LOL Love Sharon's reaction to the whole thing goodness she might be in for a shock!! I can't wait to read more update when you can!!
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