The Derp Games

Chapter 3

We get to our room and Hammy says,

"Alright losers, you've got A LOT of work to do. You have the District Parade tonight, so you'll each have to go get some 'work done' and then i'll see y'all there," says Hammy.

I'm taken into a room filled with ugly scary people with ugly scary tools.

"My name is Flapjack, and I'm going to take care of you before you're taken to the master."

Flapjack is hideous. He has bright orange skin and poufy hair, reminding me of someone from Jersey Shore. He walks up to me and pulls my clothes off.

"What the hell are you doing, Flapjack!?" I yell.

"Sorry Dogpiss, but in order to do the surgery, you need to be in your birthday suit."

I frown and sit down on a table. They place a mask over my face and I instantly fall asleep.

I wake up hours later and look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, I look pretty sexy.

"Dang! Flapjack, you are good at what you do!" I say.

"Oh, it was nothing! Ill go get the lead stylist." He turns around and leaves.

Another man walks in with golden eyebrows.

"Hey Dogpiss, I'm Cinnaboo, your head stylist." He purses his lips at my newly operated body,"Looks like the hard work has already been done."

He walks over to me, "So, for your costume tonight I was thinking of something super amazing that represents your district. And District 12 mines coal, so I was thinking of something that's cooked by coals."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Hamburgers!" Cinnaboo says.

"Are you kidding me?" I say, "That's genious! How did you even think of something like that? That's just amazing." I give him a small round of applause and he goes over to the closet and pulls out the hamburger costume. I put it on and head out to see Peewee wearing the exact same outfit as me.

I look down at my costume again and point to the bacon,

"Oh my gosh is this real?!" I say.

"No," says Cinnaboo.

"It looks pretty real to me," says Peewee.

"That's the idea," says Cinnaboo," I think its missing something." He pulls out something from behind his back.

"Burger King crowns?!" Screams Peewee. Cinnaboo nods with a mischievous smile.

"Calm down burger-boy..." I say.

Cinnaboo leads us onto a chariot and we are driven in front of a large crowd. The goal is for us to dance and get sponsers. So as soon as that old song "Carry Out" by Justin Timberlake starts playing, we know its our time to shine. Peewee looks at me and we start doing the Hamburger Shake. The crowd goes cray-cray and throws tomatoes at us. I guess they were trying to add tomatoes to our Hamburger costume! They loved it.