A Very Forbidden Sequel

The sweet escape

*Third Person’s P.O.V*

Eugene stared Leslie down, Jazi’s eyes darted between the two ex-whatever-the-hell-they-used-to-be, while Kookie was yelling at a piece of talking cheese,

‘’But why are you called BLUE cheese!? That’s like, racist to cheese’s everywhere! Besides, I don’t see why your called BLUE cheese, you don’t look blue to me!’’

‘’Someone, anyone please…SHUT HER UP!’’ the cheese looked around the room pleadingly for a savior, but alas! To no avail would any-

‘’Hey isn’t that MY job?’’ Eugene asked Jazi suspiciously as Kookie continued to ask the cheese why it must be so racist,

‘’Hey, when in Rome, you improvise!’’

‘’Oh so all because you get stuck in a rehab in Wonderland that means you can replace me?!”’

‘’Hey! YOU ran away when the shit with the smurfs went down!’’

‘’You could’ve-‘’

‘’HEY! THIS IS MY SHOW, YOU BLUBBERING BATCH OF BABOONS!’’ Leslie yelled angrily before- oh crap-

‘’HATTER! Not Leslie, HATTER! And who’s voice is that anyway!?’’ the girls had both Les- I mean HATTER’S- as well as Eugene’s full undivided attention as they waited oh so impatiently for an answer,

‘’Well, erm you see…about that…’’ Jazi laughed nervously as Kookie gasped,

‘’Y-you mean, you DON’T KNOW!?’’ everyone in the room except Jazi shook their heads causing both the girls to laugh,

‘’T-THEY D-DON’T KNOW!? H-HOW!?’’

‘’HAHAHAHHA! BEST PRISON/ REHAB MY ASS!’’

Hatter slammed his fist into the nearest glass table, causing the girl’s to immediately shut u-

‘’If you don’t shut up, I’ll make sure everyone in this Goddamn room to have the Hatter-Quaker syndrome!’’

Jazi- Oh well, I missed writing like this anyway!

Kookie- *stares at the cheese once again* so if you’re like, called blue cheese‘cuz of your color, why is cheddar cheese called cheddar?

Narrator- That is actually a really good question!

Jazi- *thinks while everyone else mutters amongst themselves about the baffling question* and in restaurants, like even non-French restaurants, why do they always say fomarge or whatever? I mean I love anything with a fancy name before it, especially with the waiter saying it in a hot accent-

Kookie and Narrator- Amen!

Jazi- but siriusly! Why can’t they just say-

Hatter- *eyes widen in realization too late*- SOMEBODY STOP THEM

Jazi, Kookie and Narrator-  -CHEESE! *silence*

Random guard- I don’ see wha’ the’ fuss iz all abou’, sir? *Hatter shoots him a death glare*

Hatter- Nobody, move.

Jazi and Kookie- *Take the opportunity to dance dare behind them whilst hot girls plays in the background*

Narrator- *Tries not to burst out laughing as the camera shakes in his hand*

Random guard- Erm, sir? *Guard points behind Hatter*

Hatter- WHAT!? *spins around to find an empty spot, our supermegafoxyawesomehot authors are innocently chilling on the couch sipping on a green and pink smoothie* what do you two think you’re doing!?

Jazi- Five-

Kookie- -four-

Jazi- -three-

Kookie- -two-

Jazi- Namaste bitches! *just then a loud eruption occurs, everyone is silent as a dripping noise can be heard from the walls…pitter…patter…pitter…patter…SQUEAL! Hundreds of mice begin to enter the room*

Hatter- I TOLD YOU FOOLS NOT TO SAY ANYTHING! I-I-GET THIS DISGUSTING THING OFF OF ME!

Mice- *glares* who you callin’ disgustin’ eh? Lads get him!

Hatter- Erm, I mean good micey, ni-nice micey, don’t hurt me micey! AHHHH!

Jazi- RUN!

And so they did…