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Actual scene:

Mick and Beth break into Maureen’s apartment, where she tells him that it was a lot more fun when he was a vampire.

Beth: *whispering* It’s a shame you can’t still do that sexy vampire jumping thing.


Mick: *whispering* Yeah well the jumping thing was kinda tied to the blood-sucking thing.

The killer has Maureen’s laptop, but Beth is convinced she had to have a USB backup hidden somewhere. Mick starts to look and tells Beth that people hide things in the last place they think anyone’s going to look. Beth has an epiphany, “Tampons!”

Mick: Excuse me?

Beth tells him that that’s where she hides all her good jewelry and runs off to get a box. When she returns with the USB drive, Mick can’t believe it. Maureen’s cat wanders in and Beth picks him up, pets him and tells him they’ll find someone good to take care of him, then sets him on Mick’s lap. Mick tries to stop her, as cats instinctively hate vamp—oh, look at that. Mick is amazed and grins as he starts petting the purring cat.

They hook the USB drive up to the computer but find the entire thing password protected.

It’s okay. Mick knows a guy.

Paula's Story

Mick and Beth break into Maureen’s REMOTE CONTROL, where she tells him that it was a lot more DIZZY when he was a TATOO.


Beth: *SCREAMING* It’s a shame you can’t still do that sexy TOE PUKING thing.

Mick: *SMOKING* Yeah well the TOE PUKING thing was kinda tied to the BANANA-sucking thing.

The killer has Maureen’s CAT FOOD, but Beth is convinced she had to have a CHICKEN backup hidden somewhere. Mick starts to SQUEEZE and tells Beth that people hide things in the last TOILET SEAT they think anyone’s going to LICK. Beth has an epiphany, “TOOLS!”

Mick: Excuse me?

Beth tells him that that’s where she TICKLES all her good TEDDY BEARS and CRIES off to get a GLASS. When she returns with the TOOLS, Mick can’t believe it. Maureen’s HAIRSPRAY wanders in and Beth CUDDLES him up, LAUGHS him and tells him they’ll find someone good to take care of him, then sets him on Mick’s WHALE. Mick tries to stop her, as HAIRSPRAY instinctively hates vamp—oh, look at that. Mick is FAT and grins as he starts HELPING the purring HAIRSPRAY.

They hook the TOOLS up to the PIE but find the entire thing CASKET protected.

It’s okay. Mick knows a FLOWER.

~*~*~

Amy's Story

Mick and Beth break into Maureen’s HIPPO, where she tells him that it was a lot more BLUE when he was a SNARBLAT.

Beth: *SCREECHING* It’s a shame you can’t still do that sexy CANDLESTICK RUBBING thing.

Mick: *DROOLING* Yeah well the CANDLESTICK RUBBING thing was kinda tied to the GUITAR-sucking thing.

The killer has Maureen’s RUBBER DUCKIE, but Beth is convinced she had to have an ICE CUBE backup hidden somewhere. Mick starts to SNIFF and tells Beth that people hide things in the last HATCHET they think anyone’s going to SWING. Beth has an epiphany, “SUNFLOWER SEEDS!”

Mick: Excuse me?

Beth tells him that that’s where she CLAPS all her good BOOGERS and STABS off to get a PUPPY. When she returns with the SUNFLOWER SEEDS, Mick can’t believe it. Maureen’s PUMPKIN wanders in and Beth SWISHES him up, CUTS him and tells him they’ll find someone good to take care of him, then sets him on Mick’s FLYING SAUCER. Mick tries to stop her, as PUMKINS instinctively hate vamp—oh, look at that. Mick is CUDDLY and grins as he starts STIRRING the purring PUMPKIN.

They hook the SUNFLOWER SEEDS up to the PILLOW but find the entire thing MOOSE protected.

It’s okay. Mick knows a TRAP.

~*~*~

Meggi's Story

Mick and Beth break into Maureen’s KIWI, where she tells him that it was a lot more CHARMING when he was a LAMP SHADE.

Beth: *DIVING* It’s a shame you can’t still do that sexy MOON BOOT SINGING thing.

Mick: *CRYING* Yeah well the MOON BOOT SINGING thing was kinda tied to the MICROPHONE -sucking thing.

The killer has Maureen’s NACHOS, but Beth is convinced she had to have a TUGBOAT backup hidden somewhere. Mick starts to CRAWL and tells Beth that people hide things in the last WET NOODLE they think anyone’s going to CATAPULT. Beth has an epiphany, “FROZEN BANANAS!”

Mick: Excuse me?

Beth tells him that that’s where she SWORD FIGHTS all her good ICE PICKS and EXPLODES off to get a RAILROAD TRACK. When she returns with the FROZEN BANANAS, Mick can’t believe it. Maureen’s FINGERNAIL wanders in and Beth KISSES him up, PITCHES him and tells him they’ll find someone good to take care of him, then sets him on Mick’s PLANET. Mick tries to stop her as FINGERNAILS instinctively hate vamp—oh, look at that. Mick is SILLY and grins as he starts ACTING the purring FINGERNAIL.

They hook the FROZEN BANANAS up to the HOT DOG but find the entire thing CAVE protected.

It’s okay. Mick knows a GREEN GIANT.
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This week's hilarious stories come from the Supernatural episode "Mystery Spot", in which Sam is forced to watch his brother die over and over agian every Tuesday...The episode itself was already hilarious, look what happens when the Mad Libs take over!


~*~*~THE ORIGINAL SCENE~*~*~

The next Tuesday, Sam decides maybe the Mystery Spot isn’t the reason for the loop. Dean decides they need to start making it a different day already. He changes his bacon to sausage…and chokes on it.

“Heat of the moment…”

Dean: *in shower* You mean we can’t even go out for breakfast?

Sam: You’ll thank me when it’s Wednesday.

Dean: Whatever that means…*sound of slipping in a shower* Ahhh!

“Heat of the moment…”

Dean: *taking a bite* These tacos taste funny to you?

“Heat of the moment…”

Dean’s electrified trying to plug in his razor.

“Heat of the moment…”

Sam has now ductaped the Mystery Spot owner to a chair while he takes an axe to the entire building! Dean tells Sam that he’s probably done enough, but Sam’s determined to take it down to the studs. Dean sighs and stands up, walks off screen…

*off camera*

Dean: Sammy that’s enough. Give me the axe.

Sam: Forget it Dean.

Dean: Give it!

Sam: No you give it!

Dean: Let it go!

Sam: No!

Dean: Come on!

*more fighting, then SPLAT* Blood covers the ductaped owner.

Sam: Dean? Oh no.

“Heat of the moment…”

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PAULA'S STORY

The next FISHday, Sam decides maybe the STICKY Spot isn’t the reason for the WHIP. Dean decides they need to start making it a different CHOCOLATE already. He changes his WAND to SAUSAGE…and SNEEZES on it.

“JEREMIAH WAS A BULLFROG…”

Dean: *in MORGUE* You mean we can’t even go out for CHAINSAWS?

Sam: You’ll thank me when it’s CRUCIFIXday.

Dean: Whatever that means…*sound of LYING in a shower* Ahhh!

“JEREMIAH WAS A BULLFROG…”

Dean: *taking a bite* These FEATHERS taste BLOODY to you?

“JEREMIAH WAS A BULLFROG…”

Dean’s KISSED trying to GIGGLE in his RUBBER DUCK.

“JEREMIAH WAS A BULLFROG…”

Sam has now LIBRARY-taped the STICKY Spot owner to a GRANDMA while he takes a WIG to the entire SHEEP! Dean tells Sam that he’s probably done enough, but Sam’s determined to take it down to the studs. Dean JUMPS and CRAWLS up, TWISTING off screen…

*off camera*

Dean: Sammy that’s enough. Give me the WIG.

Sam: Forget it Dean.

Dean: Give it!

Sam: No you give it!

Dean: Let it go!

Sam: No!

Dean: Come on!

*more SCRATCHING, then BLEEEP!* KIDNEYS cover the LIBRARY-taped owner.

Sam: Dean? Oh HOLY BANANA!

“JEREMIAH WAS A BULLFROG…”

~*~*~

AMY'S STORY

The next MONKEYday, Sam decides maybe the JUICY Spot isn’t the reason for the STETHOSCOPE. Dean decides they need to start making it a different EMMY already. He changes his COMIC BOOK to an INHALER…and SHOUTS on it.

“I CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION…”

Dean: *in THE LOO* You mean we can’t even go out for MAGIC WANDS?

Sam: You’ll thank me when it’s POTATOday.

Dean: Whatever that means…*sound of SLAPPING in a shower* Ahhh!

“I CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION…”

Dean: *taking a bite* These ASTONAUTS taste CONGESTED to you?

“I CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION…”

Dean’s RIPPED trying to PUSH in his SMURF.

“I CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION…”

Sam has now BOUNCY BALL-taped the JUICY Spot owner to a PHONE BOOK while he takes an IPOD to the entire CANDLE! Dean tells Sam that he’s probably done enough, but Sam’s determined to take it down to the studs. Dean CHOWS DOWN and LICKS up, SCATCHING off screen…

*off camera*

Dean: Sammy that’s enough. Give me the IPOD.

Sam: Forget it Dean.

Dean: Give it!

Sam: No you give it!

Dean: Let it go!

Sam: No!

Dean: Come on!

*more LISTENING, then BOOM!* SHOE STRINGS cover the BOUNCY BALL-taped owner.

Sam: Dean? Oh THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID.

“I CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION…”

~*~*~

MEGGIE'S STORY

The next NOODLEday, Sam decides maybe the MESSY Spot isn’t the reason for the JAW BONE. Dean decides they need to start making it a different GOOGLY EYE already. He changes his SPAM to A FISHING POLE…and SWORD FIGHTS on it.

“I TOLD THE WITCH DOCTOR I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU…”

Dean: *in A SWAMP* You mean we can’t even go out for GAS STATIONS?

Sam: You’ll thank me when it’s MOUNTAINday.

Dean: Whatever that means…*sound of DIVE BOMBING in a shower* Ahhh!

“I TOLD THE WITCH DOCTOR I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU…”

Dean: *taking a bite* These OIL PAINTS taste JOLLY to you?

“I TOLD THE WITCH DOCTOR I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU…”

Dean’s PUNCHED trying to BACK-FLIP in his AIRPLANE.

“I TOLD THE WITCH DOCTOR I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU…”

Sam has now PRUNE-taped the MESSY Spot owner to a SPORK while he takes a SQUID to the entire GOLF COURSE! Dean tells Sam that he’s probably done enough, but Sam’s determined to take it down to the studs. Dean FALLS and FLIES up, COUGHING off screen…

*off camera*

Dean: Sammy that’s enough. Give me the SQUID.

Sam: Forget it Dean.

Dean: Give it!

Sam: No you give it!

Dean: Let it go!

Sam: No!

Dean: Come on!

*more LAUGHING, then EEEK!* OLD SALAD BAR FOOD covers the PRUNE-taped owner.

Sam: Dean? Oh ZOOT SUIT RIOT.

“I TOLD THE WITCH DOCTOR I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU…”

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Ahahaha Love 'em!
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Mad Lib Monday Results: A Scene From LOST

September 18th 2008 20:30
HAHAHA! Some of these are just so wrong...but so hilarious!


ACTUAL SCENE:

In the jungle, Locke, Hurley, and Ben stare at the cabin.

Locke: Alright let’s do this.

Ben: I’m not going in there with you.

Locke: What?

Ben: The Island wanted me to get sick. It wanted you to get well. My time is over. It’s yours now.

Locke just stares at him and Hurley adds slowly, “Yeah, I’m cool with you going in alone too…”

Alright then, it’s Locke heading in to talk to Jacob alone. Ben wishes him good luck.

Locke approaches the cabin carefully and steps in. There is a man sitting in a chair, hidden in shadows. Jacob? No, it’s not Jacob, but someone who says they can talk for him.

Locke steps closer, letting his lantern light highlight the man’s face. It’s Christian, as in Jack’s dead father. Locke sits down. Okay…?

“You know why I’m here?”

“Yeah, sure. Do you?”

Locke takes a moment then answers, “I’m here…because I was chosen to be.”

Jack’s dad whispers, “That’s absolutely right.”

Suddenly a chair creeks in the corner . Locke gets up and—“Claire?”

“Hi John.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Locke asks where the baby is, and Jack’s dad says he’s fine. He’s where he’s supposed to be. He tells Locke they don’t have time for unimportant questions. “So why don’t you ask the one question that does matter.”

Locke stares at him, then finally asks, “How do I save The Island?”

Christian looks at Claire. They both have knowing almost smiles on their faces…

Outside, Hurley pulls a candy bar out of his pocket. Ben eyes it wordlessly, and Hurley breaks it in half and offers him the other side. Ben takes it. They sit and wait.

Locke exits the cabin and Ben and Hurley anxiously stand up.

Ben: Did he tell you what we’re supposed to do?

Locke takes in a deep breath. “He did…”

Ben: Well?

Locke: He wants us to move The Island.

~*~*~

Okay, on with the Mad Libs! And I've found out a way that I can play too...yay!

~*~*~

MEGGIE'S STORY
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In the VOLCANO, Locke, Hurley, and Ben CRY at the HOT AIR BALLOON.

Locke: Alright let’s do this.

Ben: I’m not SNEEZEing in there with you.

Locke: What?

Ben: The TRASHCAN wanted me to get SQUISHY. It wanted you to get LUMPY. My SKUNK is over. It’s yours now.

Locke just SKIPs at him and Hurley adds SLYLY, “Yeah, I’m HOT with you SLITHERing in alone too…”

Alright then, it’s Locke JUMPing in to talk to Jacob alone. Ben wishes him good OUTHOUSE.

Locke EXPOLOREs the cabin CRAZILY and FALLs in. There is a BLOWTORCH sitting in a GIANT BALL OF TWINE, hidden in THE MOON. Jacob? No, it’s not Jacob, but someone who says they can COUGH for him.

Locke RUNs closer, letting his ELBOW highlight the man’s face. It’s Christian, as in Jack’s dead CLOWN. Locke sits down. Okay…?

“You know why I’m here?”

“Yeah, sure. Do you?”

Locke takes a moment then answers, “I’m here…because I was BOUNCED to be.”

Jack’s dad EXPLODEs, “That’s SWEETLY right.”

Suddenly a CACTUS SKIPs in the CLOUD. Locke gets up and—“Claire?”

“Hi John.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry, I’m UGLY.”

Locke asks where the TORNADO is, and Jack’s dad says he’s LIMP. He’s where he’s supposed to be. He tells Locke they don’t have time for unimportant MOUNTAINs. “So why don’t you ask the one TIRE that does matter.”

Locke SUCKs at him, then finally asks, “How do I YELL The BISCUIT?”

Christian SNORTs at Claire. They both have ROLLER BLADES on their faces…

Outside, Hurley SLOSHES a CORNCOB out of his MICROWAVE. Ben eyes it STUPIDLY, and Hurley BOUNCEs it in half and offers him the other side. Ben DRINKs it. They HONK and FAINT.

Locke exits the TOUPEE and Ben and Hurley LOUDLY SWIM up.

Ben: Did he tell you what we’re supposed to do?

Locke takes in a BEAUTIFUL breath. “He did…”

Ben: Well?

Locke: He wants us to SLOUCH The STACK OF PANCAKES.

~*~*~

My skunk is over. It's yours now...

~*~*~

PAULA'S STORY

In the DOG HOUSE, Locke, Hurley, and Ben SMELL at the TOOTHBRUSH.

Locke: Alright let’s do this.

Ben: I’m not TAKEing in there with you.

Locke: What?

Ben: The TOILET wanted me to get FLUFFY. It wanted you to get FAT. My LIGHTER is over. It’s yours now.

Locke just TYPEs at him and Hurley adds EXTREMELY, “Yeah, I’m MODEST with you LOVEing in alone too…”

Alright then, it’s Locke DANCing in to talk to Jacob alone. Ben wishes him good HAMMER.

Locke PINCHes the cabin OFTEN and KICKs in. There is a KETTLE sitting in a BROOMSTICK, hidden in MICROWAVE. Jacob? No, it’s not Jacob, but someone who says they can DIG for him.

Locke SKIPS closer, letting his VIRGIN highlight the man’s face. It’s Christian, as in Jack’s dead PROFESSOR. Locke sits down. Okay…?

“You know why I’m here?”

“Yeah, sure. Do you?”

Locke takes a moment then answers, “I’m here…because I was LOST to be.”

Jack’s dad DIVEs, “That’s AMAZINGLY right.”

Suddenly a LAWN MOWER PUNCHES in the CHURCH. Locke gets up and—“Claire?”

“Hi John.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry, I’m GREEN.”

Locke asks where the HANDCUFFS are, and Jack’s dad says he’s SHY. He’s where he’s supposed to be. He tells Locke they don’t have time for unimportant JOBs. “So why don’t you ask the one QUEST that does matter.”

Locke BLOWs at him, then finally asks, “How do I RUN The RING?”

Christian GROWs at Claire. They both have MOOSE on their faces…

Outside, Hurley PLANTs a LAKE out of his DIAPER. Ben eyes it WELL, and Hurley FEEDs it in half and offers him the other side. Ben STICKs it. They ENTER and EXPLORE.

Locke exits the WAND and Ben and Hurley GREATLY SPANK up.

Ben: Did he tell you what we’re supposed to do?

Locke takes in a SEXY breath. “He did…”

Ben: Well?

Locke: He wants us to GAG The BEARD.

~*~*~

AHHHahahaha!! That whole last part had me laughing so hard I was crying. The diaper?? The image of Ben and Hurley greatly spanking up to get ready to gag The Beard is too funny!

~*~*~

KIM’S STORY

In the MEXICO CITY, Locke, Hurley, and Ben TROUNCE at the MIRROR.

Locke: Alright let’s do this.

Ben: I’m not BLOWing in there with you.

Locke: What?

Ben: The TEDDY BEAR wanted me to get SQUISHY. It wanted you to get SILKY. My CHAPSTICK is over. It’s yours now.

Locke just DROP KICKs at him and Hurley adds SOLEMNLY, “Yeah, I’m SQUARE with you TUMBLing in alone too…”

Alright then, it’s Locke RIPPING in to talk to Jacob alone. Ben wishes him good FEATHER BOA.

Locke SPLATTERs the cabin SPRIGHTLY and FLUTTERs in. There is a CORN ON THE COB sitting in a SEQUIN HANDBAG, hidden in SHOELACES. Jacob? No, it’s not Jacob, but someone who says they can PICK for him.

Locke PAINTs closer, letting his VINTAGE DOORKNOBS highlight the man’s face. It’s Christian, as in Jack’s dead SARAH PALIN. Locke sits down. Okay…?

“You know why I’m here?”

“Yeah, sure. Do you?”

Locke takes a moment then answers, “I’m here…because I was CUPID SHUFFLED to be.”

Jack’s dad CRIES, “That’s BLATANTLY right.”

Suddenly a CARBON SKIPs in the ARGENTINEAN FISHING BOAT . Locke gets up and—“Claire?”

“Hi John.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry, I’m SOAPY.”

Locke asks where the BAMBOO is, and Jack’s dad says he’s WOVEN. He’s where he’s supposed to be. He tells Locke they don’t have time for unimportant SIDEWALK CHALKs. “So why don’t you ask the one HANDMADE QUILT that does matter.”

Locke ZIPs at him, then finally asks, “How do I SKATE The DICTIONARY?”

Christian DISCOVERs at Claire. They both have GLASS STEMWARE on their faces…

Outside, Hurley ECHOES a SUBWAY out of his SATIN BOW. Ben eyes it MERRILY, and Hurley PITCHES it in half and offers him the other side. Ben PLAITS it. They EXTINGUISH and BIFF.

Locke exits the LIBRARY and Ben and Hurley ANGRILY HUG up.

Ben: Did he tell you what we’re supposed to do?

Locke takes in a WORN breath. “He did…”

Ben: Well?

Locke: He wants us to GLUE The EGYPTIAN COTTON SHEETS.

~*~*~

“Locke SPLATTERs the cabin SPRIGHTLY and FLUTTERs in.” LoL! Now there’s an image! He wants us to...dun, dun, duuun...Glue the Egyptian cotton sheets! AHHH! I highlight you with my vintage doorknobs!!

~*~*~

Thanks for playing! More fun next week!
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Okay, you sent in your words (well at least two of you did, Thank you Paula and Amy for playing!) and here are your results. And believe me, they made me laugh out loud! LoL


Original scene from Bones: Yanks in the UK

Bones’s phone rings and she answers it as Booth checks out his parking job.

Cam: Am I interrupting anything?

Bones: I, uh I’m just helping Booth drive.

Cam: Oooh, Booth shouldn’t be behind the wheel, he isn’t adaptable.

Booth: I’m Mr. Adaptable, okay? The mirror is a size of a thumbnail!

Bones: Well what do you expect when you rent a car the size of your thumb?

Cam: I don’t think there’s enough fetal tissue to get a DNA reading but—

Booth: Cam can we just be quiet until we get into the flow of traffic here?

He starts to pull out of the parking space yet again and squeals to a halt. Angry drivers shout at him.

Bones: You think I’m special?

Booth: Of course I think that you’re special, yes!

Cam overhears their conversation and starts to laugh.

Bones: *through the line* Thank you, I will take your romantic advice under advisement.

*cut back to the car*

Bones: Now you’re too far to the left.

Booth: OOOOOOH! *goes in reverse*

Bones: You’re gonna hit the—

BAM!



Booth: We’re good.

Bones: Yeah unless we get a flat tire.

Booth: No we’re good.

Cam: If I could speak again? I had better luck with the tumor.

She tells them that their victim suffered from VHL disease just as the tire blows out. The car slumps to the side.
Bones: We got a flat tire.

Booth: How did that happen?

Bones tells Cam that there was no evidence of VHL in either the mother’s medical records or the autopsy. But since it’s hereditary it must be the father. Booth is confused, Roger worked for the NHL? No, he may have VHL disease. If not? Well, then he’s not Portia’s biological father.

Oh joy. As if they didn’t already have enough problems.

Booth and Bones look at each other as their car horn starts to blare in a long annoying, Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeep…

Booth: Great. That’s just great. I HATE THIS CAR!!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

And now for Paula's scene!

Bones’s GAME rings and she DRIVES it as Booth checks out his JUICE.

Cam: Am I YELLing anything?

Bones: I, uh I’m just helping Booth BRING it.

Cam: Oooh, Booth shouldn’t be behind the PIE, he isn’t CRAZY.

Booth: I’m Mr. CRAZY, okay? The FLOWER is a size of a COFFEE!

Bones: Well what do you expect when you DRINK a WINDOW the size of your ARM?

Cam: I don’t think there’s enough SNOW tissue to get a GLADD reading but—

Booth: Cam can we just be SCARY until we GIVE into the flow of BOOKs here?

He starts to WATCH out of the DOOR yet again and SMILES to a halt. WEIRD drivers JUMP at him.

Bones: You think I’m HEAVY?

Booth: Of course I think that you’re HEAVY, yes!

Cam overhears their HOUSE and starts to TALK.

Bones: *through the LAMP* HOLY CRAP!, I will take your BUSY PLACE under advisement.

*cut back to the KEY*

Bones: Now you’re too far to the SEAT.

Booth: PENG! *Puts car in UGLY mode*

Bones: You’re gonna hit the—

SLAAAAAAAAP!



Booth: We’re HAPPY.

Bones: Yeah unless we get a LAZY HAT.

Booth: No we’re HAPPY.

Cam: If I could KISS again? I had better ROAD with the CAR.

She tells them that their RADIO suffered from GAME just as the BOX LAUGHs out. The PICTURE SCREAMS to the BAG.

Bones: We got a FUNNY PAPER.

Booth: How did that happen?

Bones READs Cam that there was no BOTTLE of CUP in either the mother’s SHIRT or the COAT. But since it’s HAPPY it must be the DESK. Booth is SPOOKY, Roger worked for the GRAVEYARD? No, he may have NICE disease. If not? Well, then he’s not BROTHER’s biological SCREEN.

Oh joy. As if they didn’t already have enough SHOES.

Booth and Bones CUT at each other as their RING starts to PUT in a long annoying, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Booth: LOVELY. That’s just LOVELY. I BOUGHT THIS WINE!!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ahaha, Booth thinks she's heavy? And I hate it when you drink a window the size of your arm... "Booth is SPOOKY" (You know I automatically thought, "Mulder"?)

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And now for Amy's scene!

Bones’s APPLE rings and she SHINEs it as Booth checks out his SWORD.

Cam: Am I TRUSTing anything?

Bones: I, uh I’m just helping Booth YELL.

Cam: Oooh, Booth shouldn’t be behind the HIPPO, he isn’t CORPULENT.

Booth: I’m Mr. CORPULENT, okay? The FLASHLIGHT is a size of a NEWSPAPER!

Bones: Well what do you expect when you VOMIT a MOUNTAIN the size of your ELBOW?

Cam: I don’t think there’s enough NOVEL tissue to get a BOTTLE reading but—

Booth: Cam can we just be FURRY until we RUN into the flow of LUBRICANT here?

He starts to SPRINKLE out of the FLOWER yet again and SMILES to a halt. BEAUTIFUL drivers DRINK at him.

Bones: You think I’m TASTY?

Booth: Of course I think that you’re TASTY, yes!

Cam overhears their COMPUTER SCREEN and starts to PUNCH.

Bones: *through the EYEBALL* HOLY KITTENS BATMAN!, I will take your STUPID POG under advisement.

*cut back to the DR. EVIL*

Bones: Now you’re too far to the CINCINNATI.

Booth: FUGLY! *Puts car in SMOGY mode*

Bones: You’re gonna hit the—

SPLAAAAAAAAT!



Booth: We’re PERKY.

Bones: Yeah unless we get an ADORABLE TOASTED ALMOND.

Booth: No we’re PERKY.

Cam: If I could SCOLD again? I had better FINGERNAILS with the SCISSORS.

She tells them that their MS. FRIZZLE suffered from SCHOOL BUS just as the LIBRARY DIGs out. The TAMAGOTCHI DEVOURS to the DOLL.

Bones: We got a CUTE KITTEN.

Booth: How did that happen?

Bones TICKLEs Cam that there was no HAIR of TAPE DISPENSER in either the mother’s TELEVISION or the CADAVER. But since it’s BRILLIANT it must be the FREEZER. Booth is SCRUMPTIOUS, Roger worked for YOUR MOM’S HOUSE? No, he may have PICKLE disease. If not? Well, then he’s not HIRO NAKAMURA’s biological CAPE.

Oh joy. As if they didn’t already have enough SHOES.

Booth and Bones SMACK at each other as their POSTED NOTE starts to SCRIBBLE in a long annoying, VROOM VROOM!!

Booth: BORING. That’s just BORING. I SAT THIS TIARA!!

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Cam can we just be FURRY until we RUN into the flow of LUBRICANT here?
Ahahaha I about died laughing when I typed that one. LoL

Booth thinks she's tasty now, huh? hehe And I love how right in the middle of an explanation it's like, oh, by the way, "Booth is SCRUMPTIOUS". haha

Thanks for playing ladies! I can't wait to do another one!
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What, you say, is a “Mad Lib”? Well, in one word, it’s a game. Which I will explain in detail in a second, but first let me tell you where the idea for this fun TV Chit Chat version of an old classic came from…

The past few days I’ve been cleaning out my basement on the run from toxic mold, and low and behold, what should I find but an old tablet of that crazy party game known as “Mad Libs”. That’s right, the official “Game for people who don’t like games


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