Name: Anonymous 2007-07-31 10:28 ID:Ndrk0Jlh
I do not own PRDT. Disney now owns them. BTW, This story is based on my nightmare.
Ethan was lying on the porch, whittling some wood. "Heidi-ho, boys and girls. Welcome to Ethan's House." He spoke in a Southern accent. "Did y'all have a good time out there?" Conner and Kira glared at him. "Ethan, you're not from the South." Conner snorted.
"So what?" Ethan murmured. "You're just acting like this to annoy us. Now get down from there!" Kira pulled him off the porch. "Dang, Lil' filly!" Ethan fell onto the ground and got up and glared at his friends. "Y’all ain't got any sense of manners!" Kira glared at him with a passion.
"Ethan, it's hot as fucking hell out here. Don't make us hurt you." Conner snarled. Ethan got up and pulled out a shotgun. "Do y'all want some of this here boomstick?!" He growled at them. Suddenly, the real Ethan walked up to the Dino Rangers. "Hey, guys! What's . . . happening?"
"Who the hell are you, boy?" Fake-Ethan growled. "Conner, Kira? Who the hell is this?" The real Ethan demanded. "Oh my god." Kira shivered as she looked at the two of them. Suddenly, Fake-Kira walked behind her and giggled. "Hey, sexy girlfriend!" She squealed in a Valley accent. "AAAH!" Kira ran off into the woods, Fake-Kira chasing her.
"GET OFF OF MAH PROPERTY, BOY!" Fake-Ethan whooped and shot his boomstick into the air. Ethan screamed and ran off into the woods with Kira. Fake-Conner went behind the real Conner and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hello, dear boy. Are you free?" he spoke in a British accent.
"DAMN REDCOATS! DIE!" Fake-Ethan shot Fake-Conner in the chest. Conner screamed and ran into the forest. "IT'S HUNTIN' TIME! WHOO!" Fake-Ethan ran after them and saw Fake-Kira squealing. "DIE, CITY-SLICKER!" He shot Fake-Kira in the head, killing her.
Suddenly, a loud roar could be heard. "WHO'S THERE? I CAN HEAR YA!" Fake-Ethan ran towards the source of the noise and fell off a cliff. "YAAAAAH!" Ethan came from behind a tree and laughed. "Damn Hillbillies." He chuckled and walked toward the bushes.
"Kira! Conner!" Ethan stepped through and suddenly saw Kira lying on the forest floor. "Kira?" Ethan shakily approached her, touching her face. Kira's eyes shot up and smiled eerily. "HELLO, ETHAN!" She screamed and brought out Conner's head. "DO YOU WANT SOME CONNER?" "NOOOOOO!" Ethan screamed in horror.
Conner cracked open an eye and found himself looking at a poster of Gundam Seed. Groaning, he rolled over and sat up, pulling the covers off his sweaty legs. His head felt like lead from too little sleep, and he glared balefully at the pile of food remains and cutlery left over from the previous night. “Okay,” Conner muttered to herself, getting up and heading for the bathroom, kicking aside an empty coffee cup. “No more of that stuff before bed. Ever.”
Conner got up and took a shower and got dressed. Then he walked outside and went to Tommy's house. Conner strolled inside and sat on the couch. "Dr.O?" He called out. "Yeah?" Tommy poked his head out. "I need to talk to you. It's about my dream." Tommy sighed and walked towards the couch and sat near him. "What's up, Conner?"
"I-" Before Conner could get a few words out, Ethan came in, bawling like a baby. "Oh god! Oh, God, yes!" He threw himself on the couch and sobbed onto Conner's shoulder. "You're alive, man! You're alive!" "Ethan!" Conner barked. "Get a hold of yourself!"
Kira walked in, shivering like a puppy with a bladder problem. "Must repress,” she wailed. “Must repress the filth that was my dream and the disease it transmitted to those in its company! MUST REPRESS! Oh, GOD!”
"Everyone! QUIET!" Tommy barked out. He waited until everyone got quiet. "Now, what is happening?" Everyone told him about the dream and Tommy did his best not to laugh about the Fakes and when they were finished, Tommy sat down and let out a roar of laughter.
"I know what your dreams mean. Conner, The fake you is your intellect. Ethan, your fake represents your masculine side. Kira, your fake is your feminine side." Tommy smiled at them. "But, the last part means Kira has a hidden obsession with Conner." "I DO NOT LIKE CONNER!" Kira shrieked.
"EWWW!" Conner scooted from Kira as far away as possible. Ethan laughed his ass off. "Shut it, Ethan!" She socked him in the gut. Trent walked in, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Hey, guys. What's up?" Kira's eyes popped out of her head and her jaw dropped onto the floor.
"HUNK!" She roared and glomped Trent. Conner and Ethan sighed and walked out of the house. Tommy sighed and went back into the kitchen. Trent patted Kira on the back and they sat on the couch and made out.
"Mine....Mine..." Kira mumbled through lip-smooching.
Hayley growled in anger. "OFF THE COUCH!" She ran at them and pulled them apart. "OFF! OFF! OFF!" Kira and Trent walked off, grumbling. Hayley sighed and laid on the couch. Things were getting more weirder and weirder.
The end?
Ethan was lying on the porch, whittling some wood. "Heidi-ho, boys and girls. Welcome to Ethan's House." He spoke in a Southern accent. "Did y'all have a good time out there?" Conner and Kira glared at him. "Ethan, you're not from the South." Conner snorted.
"So what?" Ethan murmured. "You're just acting like this to annoy us. Now get down from there!" Kira pulled him off the porch. "Dang, Lil' filly!" Ethan fell onto the ground and got up and glared at his friends. "Y’all ain't got any sense of manners!" Kira glared at him with a passion.
"Ethan, it's hot as fucking hell out here. Don't make us hurt you." Conner snarled. Ethan got up and pulled out a shotgun. "Do y'all want some of this here boomstick?!" He growled at them. Suddenly, the real Ethan walked up to the Dino Rangers. "Hey, guys! What's . . . happening?"
"Who the hell are you, boy?" Fake-Ethan growled. "Conner, Kira? Who the hell is this?" The real Ethan demanded. "Oh my god." Kira shivered as she looked at the two of them. Suddenly, Fake-Kira walked behind her and giggled. "Hey, sexy girlfriend!" She squealed in a Valley accent. "AAAH!" Kira ran off into the woods, Fake-Kira chasing her.
"GET OFF OF MAH PROPERTY, BOY!" Fake-Ethan whooped and shot his boomstick into the air. Ethan screamed and ran off into the woods with Kira. Fake-Conner went behind the real Conner and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hello, dear boy. Are you free?" he spoke in a British accent.
"DAMN REDCOATS! DIE!" Fake-Ethan shot Fake-Conner in the chest. Conner screamed and ran into the forest. "IT'S HUNTIN' TIME! WHOO!" Fake-Ethan ran after them and saw Fake-Kira squealing. "DIE, CITY-SLICKER!" He shot Fake-Kira in the head, killing her.
Suddenly, a loud roar could be heard. "WHO'S THERE? I CAN HEAR YA!" Fake-Ethan ran towards the source of the noise and fell off a cliff. "YAAAAAH!" Ethan came from behind a tree and laughed. "Damn Hillbillies." He chuckled and walked toward the bushes.
"Kira! Conner!" Ethan stepped through and suddenly saw Kira lying on the forest floor. "Kira?" Ethan shakily approached her, touching her face. Kira's eyes shot up and smiled eerily. "HELLO, ETHAN!" She screamed and brought out Conner's head. "DO YOU WANT SOME CONNER?" "NOOOOOO!" Ethan screamed in horror.
Conner cracked open an eye and found himself looking at a poster of Gundam Seed. Groaning, he rolled over and sat up, pulling the covers off his sweaty legs. His head felt like lead from too little sleep, and he glared balefully at the pile of food remains and cutlery left over from the previous night. “Okay,” Conner muttered to herself, getting up and heading for the bathroom, kicking aside an empty coffee cup. “No more of that stuff before bed. Ever.”
Conner got up and took a shower and got dressed. Then he walked outside and went to Tommy's house. Conner strolled inside and sat on the couch. "Dr.O?" He called out. "Yeah?" Tommy poked his head out. "I need to talk to you. It's about my dream." Tommy sighed and walked towards the couch and sat near him. "What's up, Conner?"
"I-" Before Conner could get a few words out, Ethan came in, bawling like a baby. "Oh god! Oh, God, yes!" He threw himself on the couch and sobbed onto Conner's shoulder. "You're alive, man! You're alive!" "Ethan!" Conner barked. "Get a hold of yourself!"
Kira walked in, shivering like a puppy with a bladder problem. "Must repress,” she wailed. “Must repress the filth that was my dream and the disease it transmitted to those in its company! MUST REPRESS! Oh, GOD!”
"Everyone! QUIET!" Tommy barked out. He waited until everyone got quiet. "Now, what is happening?" Everyone told him about the dream and Tommy did his best not to laugh about the Fakes and when they were finished, Tommy sat down and let out a roar of laughter.
"I know what your dreams mean. Conner, The fake you is your intellect. Ethan, your fake represents your masculine side. Kira, your fake is your feminine side." Tommy smiled at them. "But, the last part means Kira has a hidden obsession with Conner." "I DO NOT LIKE CONNER!" Kira shrieked.
"EWWW!" Conner scooted from Kira as far away as possible. Ethan laughed his ass off. "Shut it, Ethan!" She socked him in the gut. Trent walked in, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Hey, guys. What's up?" Kira's eyes popped out of her head and her jaw dropped onto the floor.
"HUNK!" She roared and glomped Trent. Conner and Ethan sighed and walked out of the house. Tommy sighed and went back into the kitchen. Trent patted Kira on the back and they sat on the couch and made out.
"Mine....Mine..." Kira mumbled through lip-smooching.
Hayley growled in anger. "OFF THE COUCH!" She ran at them and pulled them apart. "OFF! OFF! OFF!" Kira and Trent walked off, grumbling. Hayley sighed and laid on the couch. Things were getting more weirder and weirder.
The end?