Okay, I consider the gauntlet thrown down. This is what happens when you people do this to me on a sick day. And right after I've watched the X-Men cartoon AND Batman: TAS, no less.
--ValKerrie

Bobby's Angels: The Band!
by ValKerrie

"Marge, if you don't take that pink-sequined jumpsuit off RIGHT NOW, I'm going to ralf. I mean it."

"Lookie! Facepaint! I look like Dazzler!"

WHUMP!

"Thanks, Lev."

"Hey, guys, I just had, like, the BEST IDEA!"

"No."

"I saw it on TV, and--"

"No."

"We will look, like, so totally phat, and--"

"Opal, NO."

"Cat ears! And little tails! Aren't they so absolutely absolute?"

"Lev?"

"Got 'er, Zel."

"Oh, aren't you guys excited Our first gig! We're gonna hit it big!"

"We will if Marge takes that jumpsuit and the facepaint off."

"On stage? Is that legal?"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

"Hey, Bobby? Bobby, are you okay? Guys, he looks a little green!"

"I ... don't feel so goood..."

"Bobby? C'mon, Bobby. Oh, you stupid human, I told you not to eat those orange things! Cheese is not supposed to go crunch, no matter what the commercials say!"

"Lev, stop hitting him, it's not doing any good!"

"Hey, I just wrote a new song! It's called 'Skull Earring'! Who wants to hear it?"

"I'm gonna ... HURK!"

"Oh, GROSS! Cloudy, where'd you stow those paper towels?"

SLAM!

"No fear, Mrs. Mellipoulos is here! Oh, mousshka, speak to me!"

"I want my mommy..."

"I can call her..."

"Urk. On second thought..."

"I don't think he should go on stage..."

"Nonsense. He can sing just fine. He'll just have to ... grit his teeth a lot."

"La, la, I love my -- wha-whaaa -- SKULL EARRING! It shines -- oh, oh, ohh -- so fine -- oh, oh, ohhh!"

"Great, now *I'm* gonna be sick..."

"Opal, you're NOT HELPING."

FWOOOSH!

"Ouchie."

"Thanks, Lev."

"HURK!"

"That's okay, mousshka, let it out. It'll make you feel better."

"Okay, Drake's down. Unless Mrs. M. can pull a mystery cure out of her hair net in the next thirty seconds, we can't go on. And I didn't go through all those years of bass lessons for nothing."

Knock, knock.

"Uh, hi. My name's Lance Bass. I'm Bobby's cousin. I'm, like, totally in the music industry, too, and, um, I just came to wish him, like, totally good luck! Yo!"

Pause.

"Lance Bass? As in..."

"*NSYNC!"

"Ladies? It's time for a conference."

"LAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE SHOW YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! BOBBY DRA-- ER, LANCE BASS AND HIS AMAAAAZING X-GIRLFRIENDS!!!"

"Mrs. Mellipoulos?"

"Yes, mousshka?"

"Now I'm really going to be sick."

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