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“Okay, so what should I sing?” Pete asked his buddies.
“I KNOW I KNOW!!” yelled Ryan.
“What?” Pete said desperately.
“I… just lost it,” Ryan replied. Pete hit him and he cried. “You do that to me every time I need an idea!” Pete whined.
“Don’t!” said Brendon, pulling Ryan into a hug. “He has short term memory problems, okay?”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” said Joe in a raspy whisper.
“VIOLENCE IS NEVER THE ANSWER!!” screamed Spencer.
“Ooookaaaay,” Pete said. “I just need a song, people. I would sound good singing anything, you know.”
Everyone avoided each others eyes.
“How ‘bout a Beatles song?” suggested Jon. “Doesn’t get much more classic rock then that.”
“The Beatles were sooo pop,” said Andy.
“Poo,” Pete said, “I don’t really care. They’re rock enough. Which Beatles song should I do?”
“That one about doing it in the road!” yelled Spencer.
“You just like songs about sex,” Brendon broke in.
“That song is so not about sex! They don’t even say that!” Spencer shouted. Then he added, “And I do not like songs about sex.”
“The Beatles don’t write about sex,” said Joe.
“Stop talking about that!” said Patrick, his hands over his ears.
“Oh, sorry buddy,” said Andy.
“He doesn’t like the word sex,” Pete said loudly. Patrick whimpered. Pete went up to him and shouted in his ear, “SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX –”
Until Andy clamped his hand over Pete’s mouth. But Pete licked Andy’s hand and Andy squealed, and hurried to wipe his hand off on Joe’s shirt.
“Your saliva is sticky!” exclaimed Andy.
“Yeah well your hand tastes like burritos,” Pete shot back.
“I’m a vegetarian!” said Andy, disgusted.
“And I don’t kill small children!” Pete was just being ridiculous, now.
“All You Need Is Love,” Jon said, and everyone turned to look at him.
Andy’s face fell. “You’re right, Jon, and I feel ashamed. Pete, we shouldn’t fight.”
“No, buttface,” said Jon, “I meant the song. The Beatles song, All You Need Is Love. It’s the first one that comes to mind.”
“Oh.”
“No that song is stupid,” Pete immediately threw this idea away.
“Okay, then, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds.”
“YES!” said Spencer, right away.
“Spencer likes songs about drugs almost as much as he likes songs about sex.”
“I don’t like songs about drugs!” Spencer yelled. “Or sex. It’s just a cool song, alright?”
“Whatever. We’re having two rounds, though, so think of another one,” said Pete.
This time, Joe was ready. “Dude Looks Like A Lady by Areosmith.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Meanwhile, on MCR’s side…
“Okay, we need songs,” said Gerard, “songs, songs… think, think, think…”
“For that, I need a smackeral of honey!” said Frank, quoting Poo Bear, and broke down into giggles.
Gerard’s eyes grew wide. “He’s so CUTE!!!” he squealed, and wrapped Frank up in his arms.
“Come on, be serious,” said Mikey, tapping his foot.
“Alright, baby bro,” sighed Gerard. Then he said, harshly, “Toro! You know classic rock! Give us a song.”
Ray crossed his arms and turned away. “No,” he pouted. “I’m not helping you if you’ll give me up so easily.”
There was silence, while Gerard tried to decide what to say to win Ray over. Finally, he sighed sadly and rubbed his eyes, saying, “I’m sorry, Ray. I’m such a horrible person! There’s just been a lot of st-stress lately and I don’t kn-know what I’m sa-saying anymore…” he broke off into sobs.
Ray bit his lip but finally he couldn’t resist comforting Gee. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you,” Ray said, and Gerard perked up at once.
“Yay!” Gerard said, clapping his hands. He gave Ray a huggle. “I know I can do it with your help, Ray-Ray.”
“Alright then, this is what you should sing,” said Ray, and whispered something into Gerard’s ear.
“Cool!” exclaimed Gerard. “But that’s only one song. It’s okay, though, I have my own.”
They glanced over at the members of Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco, who were staring at them, waiting.
Gerard smiled. “Let’s get this started…”
“I KNOW I KNOW!!” yelled Ryan.
“What?” Pete said desperately.
“I… just lost it,” Ryan replied. Pete hit him and he cried. “You do that to me every time I need an idea!” Pete whined.
“Don’t!” said Brendon, pulling Ryan into a hug. “He has short term memory problems, okay?”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” said Joe in a raspy whisper.
“VIOLENCE IS NEVER THE ANSWER!!” screamed Spencer.
“Ooookaaaay,” Pete said. “I just need a song, people. I would sound good singing anything, you know.”
Everyone avoided each others eyes.
“How ‘bout a Beatles song?” suggested Jon. “Doesn’t get much more classic rock then that.”
“The Beatles were sooo pop,” said Andy.
“Poo,” Pete said, “I don’t really care. They’re rock enough. Which Beatles song should I do?”
“That one about doing it in the road!” yelled Spencer.
“You just like songs about sex,” Brendon broke in.
“That song is so not about sex! They don’t even say that!” Spencer shouted. Then he added, “And I do not like songs about sex.”
“The Beatles don’t write about sex,” said Joe.
“Stop talking about that!” said Patrick, his hands over his ears.
“Oh, sorry buddy,” said Andy.
“He doesn’t like the word sex,” Pete said loudly. Patrick whimpered. Pete went up to him and shouted in his ear, “SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX –”
Until Andy clamped his hand over Pete’s mouth. But Pete licked Andy’s hand and Andy squealed, and hurried to wipe his hand off on Joe’s shirt.
“Your saliva is sticky!” exclaimed Andy.
“Yeah well your hand tastes like burritos,” Pete shot back.
“I’m a vegetarian!” said Andy, disgusted.
“And I don’t kill small children!” Pete was just being ridiculous, now.
“All You Need Is Love,” Jon said, and everyone turned to look at him.
Andy’s face fell. “You’re right, Jon, and I feel ashamed. Pete, we shouldn’t fight.”
“No, buttface,” said Jon, “I meant the song. The Beatles song, All You Need Is Love. It’s the first one that comes to mind.”
“Oh.”
“No that song is stupid,” Pete immediately threw this idea away.
“Okay, then, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds.”
“YES!” said Spencer, right away.
“Spencer likes songs about drugs almost as much as he likes songs about sex.”
“I don’t like songs about drugs!” Spencer yelled. “Or sex. It’s just a cool song, alright?”
“Whatever. We’re having two rounds, though, so think of another one,” said Pete.
This time, Joe was ready. “Dude Looks Like A Lady by Areosmith.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Meanwhile, on MCR’s side…
“Okay, we need songs,” said Gerard, “songs, songs… think, think, think…”
“For that, I need a smackeral of honey!” said Frank, quoting Poo Bear, and broke down into giggles.
Gerard’s eyes grew wide. “He’s so CUTE!!!” he squealed, and wrapped Frank up in his arms.
“Come on, be serious,” said Mikey, tapping his foot.
“Alright, baby bro,” sighed Gerard. Then he said, harshly, “Toro! You know classic rock! Give us a song.”
Ray crossed his arms and turned away. “No,” he pouted. “I’m not helping you if you’ll give me up so easily.”
There was silence, while Gerard tried to decide what to say to win Ray over. Finally, he sighed sadly and rubbed his eyes, saying, “I’m sorry, Ray. I’m such a horrible person! There’s just been a lot of st-stress lately and I don’t kn-know what I’m sa-saying anymore…” he broke off into sobs.
Ray bit his lip but finally he couldn’t resist comforting Gee. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you,” Ray said, and Gerard perked up at once.
“Yay!” Gerard said, clapping his hands. He gave Ray a huggle. “I know I can do it with your help, Ray-Ray.”
“Alright then, this is what you should sing,” said Ray, and whispered something into Gerard’s ear.
“Cool!” exclaimed Gerard. “But that’s only one song. It’s okay, though, I have my own.”
They glanced over at the members of Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco, who were staring at them, waiting.
Gerard smiled. “Let’s get this started…”