Whose line fic, act 3, scene 1
The start of Act 3
Act 1, Scene 1
Act 1 scene 2
Act 2 scene 1
Act 2 scene 2
Title: A Midsummer Nightmare Act 3 Scene 1
Author: Shinigami518
Pairing: Ryan/Colin, Tony/OFC, Josie/Colin (One sided), Greg/Josie (Past, now one sided) Wayne/Caroline, Ryan/Greg (one sided), Brad/ (wait and see)
Rating: PG-13 for cursing
Summary: AU, retelling of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream with the cast of WLIIA. The 'clowns' pratice, the Puck plays a trick, and Caroline is introduced.
Author’s Notes: This is my first fanfic, so be kind. This also was originally written for my Reading shakespeare College class as a final project, but has been re-edited and fixed up.
Act 3, Scene 1
On the other side of the amusement park, a woman with short, reddish-brown hair sat down on the steps outside the Funhouse. A small boy with jet black hair and almond brown eyes sat tiredly next to her.
“Momma Caroline, I’m tired…” the small boy whispered in a tired voice. Caroline nodded tiredly, rubbing the boy’s shoulders.
“I know, baby. We’ve had a long day getting ready for the opening, haven’t we?” Caroline agreed, letting the child rest his weary head on her shoulder. The small child just nodded wearily, his eyes closing.
“Get some sleep, little Garfield, we have an even longer day ahead tomorrow…” Caroline whispered, falling asleep herself. Pretty soon, both of them were asleep, using each other as a pillow.
Inside the funhouse, six angry and frustrated improvisers stood inside, looking at the area they were in. Brad, Chip, Mike, Steve, Paul and Richard stood inside, tired and angry due to their bus breaking down near the fairground. Desperate, they went to the amusement park grounds and sought shelter for the night. Inside the empty fun house, they began to run through some games they would play at the reception. It went on for over a half an hour until Brad gave an antsy look.
“Is there a bathroom in this place? I gotta drain the lizard, if you know what I mean.” Brad asked, looking around the room.
“Damn it, Brad. Didn’t you go in the one on the bus?!” Richard moaned from his place on the ground and fell backwards with a flop.
“Well excuse me! And no, I couldn’t because SOMEONE did a number two that made the damn bathroom smell like an outhouse!” Brad snapped, shooting a glare at Mike.
“I think there was one outside the entrance of this place.” Paul, sitting on the floor, gestured to the back door of the funhouse they used. Brad ran towards the door and ran outside.
“Never discrete, isn’t he?” Chip sighed. Mike and Steve agreed. Richard pulled himself back up in a sitting position and looked back at their list of games they were to perform at the reception.
“Alright, we’ve done Questions Only and Film, TV and Theater Styles, what should we do next?” Richard asked. Paul stretched his back as he stood up.
“How about Stand, Sit and Bend?” he suggested.
“That sounds fine to me!” Steve grinned, cracking his knuckles. Watching from afar, in the rafters of the Fun house, was Jeff, who was standing next to the smoke machine used in the building.
“What a bunch of fools these men are.” He smirked, turning on the smoke machine. Instead of the traditional white smoke they used for the fun house, he had added a mild hallucinogen into the smoke. In the span of a minute, a light gray smoke filled the room bellow. The five men inhaled the smoke by accident and a few seconds later, the hallucinogen soon took it’s affects on the five men. They soon felt like they were intoxicated and high, as if they had each downed a fifth of tequila and smoked pot.
“They call them fingers, but I’ve never see them ‘fing’.” Steve remarked, staring at his hands in amazement. He moved his fingers, causing him to remark “Oh, there they go!” Paul turned to Chip, an amused expression on his face.
“Did you know that embargo spelt backwards is ‘O grab me’ and Chip backwards is ‘Pihc’?” Paul asked, pronouncing the last word as “pick”. Chip started to laugh hysterically. Meanwhile, Mike began to sing “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys while Richard, doing the background vocals, began to drum his hands on the floor to create the beat of the song. Pretty soon, Chip joined him while Paul and Steve pretended to hula dance.
In the rafters, Jeff was laughing hysterically, trying hard to not let the men see him.
“Bodies in the sand. Tropical drink melting in your hand. Well be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band, Down in kokomo.” Chip belted out in a falsetto voice. Mike and Richard then joined Chip in the chorus while Steve and Paul continued to dance.
That is, until Brad finally entered the fun house, looking relieved and confused.
“What’re you guys doing?” Brad asked. All five men stared at their friend, their eyes wide in shock. In their minds, Brad’s head had turned into a donkey’s head.
Paul, Steve and Richard screamed in fear as they, Mike and Chip ran out the building through the main entrance of the building, shouting “OH MY GOD, HE’S TURNED INTO AN ASS!!” at the top of their lungs. The five men retreated to the bus, leaving a very confused Brad alone, staring at the fun house mirrors. The gas had begun to affect him and he saw that his head had “transformed” into a donkey’s head.
“Whoa… now I really AM an ass.” Brad remarked, looking at himself in the mirror, not even realizing that Caroline had entered the room, rubbing her tired eyes.
“Who is in here at this- oh?” Caroline asked, but stopped once she saw Brad, the smoke affecting her mind as it did Brad and his friends. She paused and gave him a once over, a smile on her face.
“Why hello there, handsome.” She greeted, obviously under the effect of the love potion Wayne had gave her a few seconds ago outside. Brad turned and saw her. In his mind, she was barely dressed and looked like a goddess. In reality, she was a normal looking woman wearing a purple long sleeve shirt and black pants.
“Hello, gorgeous! Where have you been all my life?” Brad asked, strutting over to Caroline. Once they stood face to face with each other, they grabbed each other and started to kiss madly like two horny teenagers.
Watching from above, Jeff was sitting on the ground, still laughing to himself while Wayne, who had recently joined up with him, stood with him, holding the sleeping Garfield in his arms.
“The potion works wonderfully, Jeff, good work.” Wayne stated. Jeff stood up, rubbing the back of his head.
“Hey, uh, Oberon… uh, I kinda used the potion… on the wrong person by accident.” Jeff said nervously. Wayne turned to him.
“What?” Wayne asked, scaring Jeff with his angry tone of voice.
“I used it on another person, not the one we wanted to fall in love with that glasses wearing man. I wanted to test it to see it worked, but I think I might’ve made a big blunder.” Jeff explained, constantly trying to look away from Wayne in fear of his reaction.
“‘Might’ve’?! You think you might’ve made a big blunder?!” Wayne snapped, trying his hardest not to wake up the slumbering child. Jeff was sweating with fear and nervousness.
“Look, I can change it! Drew, Kathy and I made an antidote in cases like this, I’ll fix it, I promise!” Jeff exclaimed, making a hasty exit from the building. Wayne sighed, glancing back down at Brad and Caroline, who were trying to rip each other’s clothes off while they kiss passionately.
“God, I hope they don’t screw like rabbits…” he muttered.
More to come soon
Act 1, Scene 1
Act 1 scene 2
Act 2 scene 1
Act 2 scene 2
Title: A Midsummer Nightmare Act 3 Scene 1
Author: Shinigami518
Pairing: Ryan/Colin, Tony/OFC, Josie/Colin (One sided), Greg/Josie (Past, now one sided) Wayne/Caroline, Ryan/Greg (one sided), Brad/ (wait and see)
Rating: PG-13 for cursing
Summary: AU, retelling of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream with the cast of WLIIA. The 'clowns' pratice, the Puck plays a trick, and Caroline is introduced.
Author’s Notes: This is my first fanfic, so be kind. This also was originally written for my Reading shakespeare College class as a final project, but has been re-edited and fixed up.
Act 3, Scene 1
On the other side of the amusement park, a woman with short, reddish-brown hair sat down on the steps outside the Funhouse. A small boy with jet black hair and almond brown eyes sat tiredly next to her.
“Momma Caroline, I’m tired…” the small boy whispered in a tired voice. Caroline nodded tiredly, rubbing the boy’s shoulders.
“I know, baby. We’ve had a long day getting ready for the opening, haven’t we?” Caroline agreed, letting the child rest his weary head on her shoulder. The small child just nodded wearily, his eyes closing.
“Get some sleep, little Garfield, we have an even longer day ahead tomorrow…” Caroline whispered, falling asleep herself. Pretty soon, both of them were asleep, using each other as a pillow.
Inside the funhouse, six angry and frustrated improvisers stood inside, looking at the area they were in. Brad, Chip, Mike, Steve, Paul and Richard stood inside, tired and angry due to their bus breaking down near the fairground. Desperate, they went to the amusement park grounds and sought shelter for the night. Inside the empty fun house, they began to run through some games they would play at the reception. It went on for over a half an hour until Brad gave an antsy look.
“Is there a bathroom in this place? I gotta drain the lizard, if you know what I mean.” Brad asked, looking around the room.
“Damn it, Brad. Didn’t you go in the one on the bus?!” Richard moaned from his place on the ground and fell backwards with a flop.
“Well excuse me! And no, I couldn’t because SOMEONE did a number two that made the damn bathroom smell like an outhouse!” Brad snapped, shooting a glare at Mike.
“I think there was one outside the entrance of this place.” Paul, sitting on the floor, gestured to the back door of the funhouse they used. Brad ran towards the door and ran outside.
“Never discrete, isn’t he?” Chip sighed. Mike and Steve agreed. Richard pulled himself back up in a sitting position and looked back at their list of games they were to perform at the reception.
“Alright, we’ve done Questions Only and Film, TV and Theater Styles, what should we do next?” Richard asked. Paul stretched his back as he stood up.
“How about Stand, Sit and Bend?” he suggested.
“That sounds fine to me!” Steve grinned, cracking his knuckles. Watching from afar, in the rafters of the Fun house, was Jeff, who was standing next to the smoke machine used in the building.
“What a bunch of fools these men are.” He smirked, turning on the smoke machine. Instead of the traditional white smoke they used for the fun house, he had added a mild hallucinogen into the smoke. In the span of a minute, a light gray smoke filled the room bellow. The five men inhaled the smoke by accident and a few seconds later, the hallucinogen soon took it’s affects on the five men. They soon felt like they were intoxicated and high, as if they had each downed a fifth of tequila and smoked pot.
“They call them fingers, but I’ve never see them ‘fing’.” Steve remarked, staring at his hands in amazement. He moved his fingers, causing him to remark “Oh, there they go!” Paul turned to Chip, an amused expression on his face.
“Did you know that embargo spelt backwards is ‘O grab me’ and Chip backwards is ‘Pihc’?” Paul asked, pronouncing the last word as “pick”. Chip started to laugh hysterically. Meanwhile, Mike began to sing “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys while Richard, doing the background vocals, began to drum his hands on the floor to create the beat of the song. Pretty soon, Chip joined him while Paul and Steve pretended to hula dance.
In the rafters, Jeff was laughing hysterically, trying hard to not let the men see him.
“Bodies in the sand. Tropical drink melting in your hand. Well be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band, Down in kokomo.” Chip belted out in a falsetto voice. Mike and Richard then joined Chip in the chorus while Steve and Paul continued to dance.
That is, until Brad finally entered the fun house, looking relieved and confused.
“What’re you guys doing?” Brad asked. All five men stared at their friend, their eyes wide in shock. In their minds, Brad’s head had turned into a donkey’s head.
Paul, Steve and Richard screamed in fear as they, Mike and Chip ran out the building through the main entrance of the building, shouting “OH MY GOD, HE’S TURNED INTO AN ASS!!” at the top of their lungs. The five men retreated to the bus, leaving a very confused Brad alone, staring at the fun house mirrors. The gas had begun to affect him and he saw that his head had “transformed” into a donkey’s head.
“Whoa… now I really AM an ass.” Brad remarked, looking at himself in the mirror, not even realizing that Caroline had entered the room, rubbing her tired eyes.
“Who is in here at this- oh?” Caroline asked, but stopped once she saw Brad, the smoke affecting her mind as it did Brad and his friends. She paused and gave him a once over, a smile on her face.
“Why hello there, handsome.” She greeted, obviously under the effect of the love potion Wayne had gave her a few seconds ago outside. Brad turned and saw her. In his mind, she was barely dressed and looked like a goddess. In reality, she was a normal looking woman wearing a purple long sleeve shirt and black pants.
“Hello, gorgeous! Where have you been all my life?” Brad asked, strutting over to Caroline. Once they stood face to face with each other, they grabbed each other and started to kiss madly like two horny teenagers.
Watching from above, Jeff was sitting on the ground, still laughing to himself while Wayne, who had recently joined up with him, stood with him, holding the sleeping Garfield in his arms.
“The potion works wonderfully, Jeff, good work.” Wayne stated. Jeff stood up, rubbing the back of his head.
“Hey, uh, Oberon… uh, I kinda used the potion… on the wrong person by accident.” Jeff said nervously. Wayne turned to him.
“What?” Wayne asked, scaring Jeff with his angry tone of voice.
“I used it on another person, not the one we wanted to fall in love with that glasses wearing man. I wanted to test it to see it worked, but I think I might’ve made a big blunder.” Jeff explained, constantly trying to look away from Wayne in fear of his reaction.
“‘Might’ve’?! You think you might’ve made a big blunder?!” Wayne snapped, trying his hardest not to wake up the slumbering child. Jeff was sweating with fear and nervousness.
“Look, I can change it! Drew, Kathy and I made an antidote in cases like this, I’ll fix it, I promise!” Jeff exclaimed, making a hasty exit from the building. Wayne sighed, glancing back down at Brad and Caroline, who were trying to rip each other’s clothes off while they kiss passionately.
“God, I hope they don’t screw like rabbits…” he muttered.
More to come soon