[HALF-BAKED HOAKIE SHNIKIES IS PEOPLE!!]

*clears his throat*

Steven: "HALF-BAKED HOAKIE SHNIKIES IS PEOPLE!!"

*the crowds carry on as always*

Steven: "So it's not wacky tobaccy, it's not sherbert, it's not snap, crackle, OR pop, and it's not people..."

*clicks his fingers*

Steven: "HALF-BAKED HOAKIE SHNIKIES ARE MADE FROM PURE 100% ANIMALOIDS!!"

*deafening nothingness*

[OOC: There wasn't one at all in any of the rp threads we did. Just to let you know.]

[OOC: Darn. What about that "One of them days" thread...?]

Steven: "...well, never mind. No giant robots, fair enough. But, er, cookie crazy people. What do we do?"

Steven: "Well, there was all these people messing with the equipment, and, er, this giant robot appeared. And I think someone got covered in green stuff. Basically it was a giant robot, had a large shutdown button on its back. Some of the students tried to disable it... erm. Do giant robot attacks happen a lot in this town?"

Steven: "I joined your class the other day, remember? Science, the olive soda, the giant robot... I was the guy with the giant sword. Yeah, sorry about that. But, er, yeah. I think people are going nutty over those Shnikies. Any idea what we should do?"

*Steven taps TK on the shoulder*

Steven: "I hate to seem paranoid, but I think those blokettes are turning people nutty with their half-baked plot to turn everyone into candy-craving zombies. Question: what should we do now?"

*Steven holds out his hand in a "thumbs up" pose, guessing the position of our heroes and everyone else in this bakeoff... he then resumes doodling*

Steven: "I heard of an old lady who kept putting funny white powder into her food... like a mystery ingredient that brought all the boys to her yard. She got arrested for it shortly afterwards."

*blinks and realises he's drawn TK and Dash with the pizza slices... his stomach grumbles*

Steven: "Yeah, I'm guessing sherbert was illegal back then. I mean, heck, people banned tag, right? And trees? I wouldn't be surprised..."

*he looks around again*

Steven: "Half-Baked Hoakie Shnikies... so the plot isn't the only thing that's undercooked. That's good to know... I think. But if it isn't sherbert they're sticking in the Shnikies, I wonder what it could be?"

Narrator: "And with this completely pointless piece of character development, the motive of this species-unspecified student continues to remain a mystery. I'd better get one of those Shnikies before they shut up shop..."

(I'm busy reading through the entire thread at the moment.
Hopefully sometime this week I'll have a supah-dupah long reply ((Or at least a short one)) ready to go. 

*awesome!*

I haven't abandoned you guys. 
... I just left you at the gas station we filled up at last.    )

*cut to a gas station*

Radio: "And now for the Mexican Orphans Weather Report."
Orphan: "THERE'S A STORM COMING IN!"

*Steven switches the frequency*

Steven: "Talk to the hand, kid."

Steven: *gets up* "This RP just jumped the shark."

*Fonzie zooms past strappd to a pair of motor-skis*

Steven: "Anyway, could someone just recall where we were? Something about... biscuits." *keels over*

Steven: *blinks* "Plot point."

Steven: *scribbling down notes* "Big Cheese becoming the new principal would grant him the opportunity to mindwash the students in rebelling against the authorities, so we'd end up with another High Priest Corneo predicament on our paws..."

*looks up at the sky*

Steven: *more scribbling* "But all I've heard about him other than that new idea someone came up with... was that he was exiled from the city. Apparently he was something like the Prime Minister, but he pretty much got the sack for squandering royal funds on giant robots..."

*takes a glance at Jack and the bunny girls*

Steven: "...some people get all the luck in this world." *sniff* *scribbling* "I'd imagine it'd be difficult for him to come back here, much less gain a position of seniority over anyone. Especially considering what kind of parent would be daffy enough to let him even look at their kids, let alone educate them. But still, weird stuff isn't exactly news around here, so we should be prepared."

*finishes writing notes, blinks and looks around*

Steven: "I'm sure her heart is in the right place, but she's going to have to try harder than that."

Steven: *blankly sits down in the middle of the whole shebang and takes out a sketchpad*

Jack: Hi you are...Sutti right?

Steven: *eye twitches*

so you got something for the big cake selling?

Steven: "...cake?"

Or you are just going to buy lots of cakes to get good grades?

Steven: "...buy?"

If you do, dont buy "someone" cake, you know what teacher Im talking about, dont you?

Steven: "...give me a minute."

*takes out a script from his bag and glances at it*

Steven: "...fair enough."

*runs to catch up with Jack and Dash*

Sutiiven: (I don't know what's going on, I don't really know what I'm meant to do, but there's a good chance if I hang around with some classmates, I can intergrate into society and figure out what's... well, what's going on.)

Narrator: "And so Sutiiven... you know what, I'm getting sick of that name, it's so stupid to try and pronounce..."

Steven: "Blame a love of culture."

Narrator: "Blame it on the love of rock and roll, more like. Anyway, with a quick behind-the-scenes deed poll change, Steven now hurries to catch up with new classmates Ja-"

Steven: "SHHHH!"

*grumbles*

But there's nothing to talk about! ...no offense.

First name of the Bishoujo Senshi's normal firm, first name of the alter ego. You can tell at this point that I know a fair amount of (and still despise) Sailor Moon, hence I choose to regularly run away from people who endorse it.

Nothing personal.

POST GET.

Edit:

"04. Four always wins.  You get whatever SPC related thing/character you want.  But only one thing."

Hurrah.

Thanks, guys!

Something inside me says this is the same Usagisailor I've seen on Retrogade.

In which case... well, frankly I'm going to run away, actually.

I need them for an upcoming animation. Pictures of the attack, GIFs preferred.

THE END

*Sutiiven, with a hammer and a pack of bandages, sighs*

Sutiiven: "I think I've got that sinking ceiling."

*the ceiling then collapses, pinning him to the floor*

Narrator: "It just goes to show you - when it comes to heavy puns, it's not just the audience that groans."

Sutiiven: "Ain't that the roof... er, truth."

(You know, I'm far too good at making these posts for my own good. Script-writing calls!)