Fan Fiction ❯ Chao Music ❯ Ayame ( Chapter 9 )

 

Chapter 9: Ayame: Part Four of the Pointless Adventures!

 

The Plastic Spoons did a little bow, then left the stage to a still roaring crowd. The back wall then shielded them, and immediately they could hear the fans already starting to leave.

 

“That was a good concert,” said Raven, sitting on a chair with “Raven” monogrammed in big, black, spooky letters.

 

“Yeah,” said Julia, sitting in her monogrammed chair, but this time the letters were pink, happy, and large. “I'm puckered out, though. I think that helium gas really does something to you.”

 

“But it was your idea to alter our voices like that!” said Neil, pointing a finger at his band-mate. “Why don't we just use something deadly next time! Like argon!”

 

“Or, we could just not do it ever again,” said Skippy, hitting the ground with exhaustion. His stomach then growled. “I'm hungry. Somebody go get me a hotdog or something.”

 

“I can't get you a hotdog!” said Julia, anger in her voice. “I'm freakin' tired!”

 

“Well I can't get you a hotdog!” said Raven. “I have blisters on my hands!”

 

“I can't get you a hotdog!” said Neil, waving his fingers around. “My fingers are numb!”

 

“Well, I can't get a hotdog, either,” said Skippy. “I'm on the floor.”

 

The rest of the band nodded slowly, seeing that he had a point.

 

Neil poked his head out from behind backstage, and immediately a few of the people left started cheering. He then pulled his head back, and the ground simmered down.

 

“Some of them are still here. We're going to have to get somebody else to get a hotdog for Skippy,” said Neil, using his smarts.

 

“But who?” asked Julia. “Iyou is in Bus, doing who knows what, Ima is on the phone to get us another gig somewhere, and Alex is at the recording studio, editing our new song! Who, I ask you! Who?”

 

“Hey everyone!” said Ima, walking up with another Chao. “This here is Ayame! She won a backstage pass to this concert and is here to hang out with you guys for awhile!”

 

“HI!” shouted the little Chao, obviously Ayame. “I'M A BIG FAN!”

 

“So we noticed,” said Raven, trying to look her nicest . . . Not that nice.

 

“Anything you guys want to show to Ayame?” asked Ima. “You know . . . Show her around the studio or something?”

 

“Uh . . .” said Skippy, looking at Ayame from the floor and holding his stomach. “I've got an idea! Hey Ayame!”

 

“Yeah?” asked Ayame, looking down at her feet to see the lead guitar player.

 

“If you get me a hotdog, we'll take you somewhere special!”

 

“OOO! REALLY?” asked Ayame, eyes glittering. “WHERE?”

 

“Uh . . .” Skippy looked up at his band-mates, who just shrugged. “We'll take you to . . . uh . . . Disneyland, Paris!”

 

“OH YAY!” shouted Ayame, hopping up and down. “DISNEYLAND PARIS! I'VE NEVER BEEN THERE BEFORE!” She then simmered down and looked back at Skippy. “I know a place that makes killer hotdogs! It's my favorite restaurant in the whole world!”

 

“Restaurant?” asked Skippy. “Hotdogs at a restaurant?”

 

“Yeah! They're five-star gourmet! And I'll buy it for you and everything!” She then literally picked up Skippy off the floor and held him over her head. “Come on, everybody!”

 

She then walked off, leaving the others to just stare as Skippy waved goodbye. They shrugged, got up from their chairs, and walked after Ayame and her hostage.

 

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“Welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order?” asked a voice through the speaker.

 

“Yeah!” said Ayame. “I need a foot long hotdog and a big bucket of fries!”

 

(A/N: I know that McDonalds doesn't sell hotdogs . . . I was going to make it Sonic, but I don't know if Sonic is a world-wide thing or not . . . So just pretend McDonalds sells hotdogs!)

 

“Anything else?” asked the voice.

 

“Uh . . . A big-ass glass of Dr. Pepper!”

 

“ . . . Your total is 4890.”

 

“Thank you!”

 

Skippy looked at the menu. “All that money for a couple of stuff? Are you serious?”

 

“Yeah,” said Ayame. “I told you, it's gourmet!”

 

Skippy shrugged, then hopped back to his seat. The six Chao (including Iyou, that is) were all onboard Bus, sitting patiently in the McDonalds drive-through. Skippy did still want a hotdog, but he didn't think it would take this long to buy one.

 

Ayame hopped from the driver's seat, allowing Iyou to get back to his position. She then walked around Bus, admiring all the leather seat, and even the staircase in the back that led to the roof.

 

“I can't believe I'm actually in the infamous Bus!” she said, almost freaking out.

 

“Wait . . .” said Julia, hopping down from her seat. “Infamous?”

 

“Yeah,” said Ayame, nodding as she continued to look out the window. “Ever since you guys got it, it's been known as `Bus, the Killer Kar!”

 

“Isn't it funny what wacky rumors make bands look bad?” asked Neil to the others. They all nodded.

 

“Oh, good!” said Ayame, looking out one of the windows. “The food it here!”

 

A waitress walked out of the building and headed over to Bus. She placed inside a tiny hotdog, then a pale of fries. She bent down as if to pick something up, then hoisted up a huge paper cup that was filled with Dr. Pepper. She lost her balance for a minute, then placed the Dr. Pepper on the edge of Bus. She left, and Iyou rubbed his hands. Bus then tipped over.

 

“DAMN YOU, FLINSTONES!” shouted Raven.

 

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“Now boarding flight 105 to Paris, France,” came the robotic female voice. The Fab Four and Ayame stood up and headed towards their gate.

 

“I can't believe I'm actually going to Paris, France!” she said, nearly spazzing out at the thought. “I can do all that stuff that I've wanted to do! Like see the Eiffel Tower, and . . . eat cheese!”

 

“And escargot!” said Julia. “EEW! I GROSSED MYSELF OUT!”

 

The Fab Four plus one soon boarded the plain and quickly found their seats. They sat down and waited for take off.

 

“Taking off always takes the longest,” said Neil, laying his head back on the headrest while he tried to ignore a spastic Skippy. “We just sit here and wait . . .”

 

“But taking off is fun!” said Julia. “And landing is even better!”

 

A flight attendant came out and grabbed a speaker on the wall. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Before we take off, we would like to demonstrate how to put on your seatbelts for any of you stupid people out there.”

 

Several people could be heard murmuring as they looked at their seatbelts, saying stuff like “This is a seatbelt?” or “Seatbelts? What are those?”

 

“And today,” continued the flight attendant, “we have a special treat! The one and only Plastic Spoons are on this flight with us!”

 

Applause echoed through the airplane. The Fab Four sank in their seats, not wanting to draw attention.

 

“We would like to have them demonstrate how to use a seatbelt. So `Plastic Spoons', would you please come up?”

 

Neil looked back in the airplane, and sure enough, people were anxiously waiting for them to come up and demonstrate how to use a seatbelt.

 

“Could you sing it?” asked the flight attendant as she whispered into Neil's ear. Neil shrugged, then motioned for the rest of the band to come up.

 

Neil grabbed the seatbelt model and looked at it. He then looked at Julia, who shrugged.

 

“One, two, three, four!” said Julia, counting out beats. She then began to dance and sing.

 

“If you don't want your head to be smashed in

Put on your seatbelt now!

If a window's broken and your next to the wind!

Put on your seatbelt now!

 

You'll be sucked out and frozen like an orange!

So that's why we should . . .

Put on your seatbelt! Put on your seatbelt!

If you know what's good!”

 

Neil got into the swing of things, then motioned to the buckle.

 

“Just put the weird shaped metal thing

Into the slot of the square!

Don't even bother avoiding it

Don't you even dare! HEY!

 

Then pull the leather strap

Till you feel fine!

Or otherwise your guts

Will come out of your eyes! HEY!”

 

Neil and Julia bent down on the ground as they spread their arms towards the audience.

 

“AND THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!

HEY!

THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!”

 

The people in the plane stood up and clapped their hands, then sat back down and put their seatbelts on.

 

The Fab Four got back to their seats while Ayame, who was clapping her hands spastically, greeted them.

 

“So cool!” she said. “So cool!”

 

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