Vanessa: Want to go down to the mall?
Yvette: Sure.
*Driving to the mall*
Nick: Is that....Dylan? *Looks out the window*
Dylan: *He's on his tricycle next to them pedaling furiously beside them*
Nick: He's got some serious road rage. Or is it tricycle rage?
Vanessa: What is he doing on the freeway?
Seth: I have no idea.
Dylan: *Cuts them off*
Nick: How do you cut someone off when you're on a tricycle??
Bindi: I don't know.
Yvette: Ask Dylan.
Sam: He's weird.
Nick: Yep.
*They arrive at the mall and see Dylan's tricycle parked in one of the parking spaces*.
*They look around for a bit and then go back outside*.
*They hear a crunching sound as someone runs over Dylan's tricycle*
Dylan: AHH! MY TRICYCLE!
*The driver jumps out of his car*
Nick: Hey, that's my friend Alfred.
Alfred: What kind of idiot would put their f---ing tricycle in a parking space?!
Dylan: ME! That's my tricycle!!
Alfred: Oh, hey, Nick.
Blake: *Pops out of the ground*.
Alfred: Um. Hello?
Blake: HeloOoOOoOoo....Who are you?
Alfred: Alfred, and you are?
Blake: Bob the Builder. Who do you think I am? I'm Blake Brickford, the famous pop star!
Alfred: Same difference.....Wait...actually, there is a difference, I know who Bob the Builder is.
Blake: What-a?
Courtney: *Falls out of the sky*
Nick: And that's Courtney.......
Alfred: Well, that's the most interesting introduction I've ever had.
Dylan: You need to pay for my tricycle!
Alfred: Right, like I have that kinda money in my back pocket.
Blake: I can fix your tricycle, actually.
Dylan: Really?
Blake: Actually, I willn't do that. I'm the badest person ever 'cause I willn't do it!
Dylan: Yes you will!
Nick: Wanna go, this is weird.
*They leave and go back to Yvette's house*
Alfred: Pretty dumb..
Vanessa: Tell me about it.
Blake: *Runs in*
Yvette: *Mutters something about the door bell*.
Courtney: *Walks in with a bee hive hair style*.
Nick: What'd you do to your hair?
Courtney: It's, like, a bee, like, hive, like. It's cool, like.
Nick: When were those in?
Vanessa: Never.
Nick: It's far out, man.
Alfred: Far, FAR out.
Nick: It's on the far side.
Alfred: It's farther than that.
Dylan: *Walks in with really weird hair. It looks like three Mohawks that reach a point at the nape of his neck*.
Sam: Uh.
Nick: And Blake's is the weirdest!
Blake: I didn't do anything with my hair!
Nick: You guys should start a weird hair club.
Blake: *Grins* And you'll be the president.
Nick: Really? You're one to talk, Blake.
Blake: What?
Nick: Your face looks weird.
Blake: How dare you?! *Screams disturbingly*
Nick: Sorry, sorry! *Hides behind Yvette*.
Milo: *Appears*
Nick: Hey, Milo!
Milo: Look into this mirror! *Pulls out a fancy hand mirror*
Nick: *Looks into the mirror and the mirror grows a face*
Mirror: You! *The mirror booms.* Are the ugliest fellow in the land!
Nick: Hey! *Hands the mirror to Seth*
Mirror: And you! Are even uglier!
Seth: Erm, thanks.
Blake: *Takes the mirror*
Mirror: You are the most gorgeous fellow in the land!
Blake: *Grins madly*
Nick: I think it's broken!
Milo: No. *Takes mirror from Blake*
Mirror: Cuteness overload! *It starts to smoke*
Sam: *Starts laughing at Seth and Nick* BLAKE LOOKS BETTER THAN YOU! HA HA!
Milo: *Fixes the mirror*
Mirror: *Zooms over to Sam* And you are the most grotesque man in the land!
Sam: *Grumbles*
Bindi: *Pats Sam* I think you look fine.
Sam: Thanks.
*Blake and Courtney start doing a weird dance.* *Dylan rides around them on his tricycle*
Nick: What are they doing?
Alfred: It looks like an ancient ritual dance?
Vanessa: No, it looks stupid.
Alfred: Nailed it!
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The Chronicles of What the Heck, This is Stupid!
HumorThis is a collection of stupid stories written by me and the author 1equilibrium. This is just the weird adventures of Blake and his side kick Courtney. It has no plot line so in this book you can expect the unexpected. Only read this story if you r...