The Chronicles of What the Heck, This is Stupid!

Simply Stupid

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!