All right boys, put away the camoflague
and break out the brooms!
All right boys, put away the camoflague
and break out the brooms!
*NSYNC Clean Up
It's the end of a tour and *NSYNC have the job of cleaning up after themselves, becuz there is no amount of money in the world to pay anyone to do it for them, no matter how many teens say they'd do it.
*JC, Joey, Chris and Lance are sitting outside their tour bus wating to start the big clean up, when Justin FINALLY comes strolling up*
Justin: Hey y'all, wassup? We can begin 'cuz ah am here!!
JC:
Lance: We're always waitin' on your ass.
Justin: Ah had appointments.
Chris: Sleepin' in 'cuz you have a hangover doesn't count.
Joey: Come on you guys lets get cleanin' I already took the liberty of clearing out the refrigerator.
JC: I'm sure you did.
*NSYNC board the bus armed with trash bags and brooms*
JC:
Chris: Figures you spent the most time there. I'll take the living area in the back.
Justin: Good you can trash that childish Playstation of yours.
Chris: *Looks hurt* I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Joey: I'll take the kitchenette.
Lance: Typical choice, Justin how bout you?
Justin: Ah'll clean da windows, dat way when they're done ah can see mahself in dem!
. Chris: NAAAAAAH, too easy, better leave well enough alone.
Lance: That means I have to clean the outside of the bus. What if someone sees me?
JC: Don't worry, no one will see you, and if they did, it wouldn't matter, becuz hardly anyone notices that your even in this group anyway! .........So deal with it.
Lance: Whatever, DAD. I don't even want to do it at all, I might break a nail or something, and that would be a pity because I just had them done.
JC: "That would be a pity??" ..... "Break a nail??"... Lance do all of us a favor, 3 times a day every day repeat to yourself, I am a MAN, I am a MAN!
Joey: Wait! Who's gonna do the bathroom, I know I'm not gonna.
Lance: I guess I'll be outside.
Chris: Don't even look at me. I nominate JC, he spends all his time in there anyways.
JC: Why do you always choose me? What about your precious pretty boy, JUSTIN?
Justin: It's coo wit me, there's a mirror in there.
*NSYNC quickly get to work. They figure the quicker they're done cleaning the quicker they'll be rid of that mysterious smell that haunted them all tour*
Justin:
Joey: *Running his hefty self over towards Justin* What is it?
Justin: Ah be tellin' Lance time and time again, that when he takes a piss he has to consider da rest of us. He left da toilet seat down again! Dat boy NEEDS to start pissin like a man, yaknowhatimsayin Joe Dawg???
Joey: I hate it when he does that. And, by the way.. Mr. Ghetto Supastar.. STOP calling me Joe Dawg.
*Joey walks away and Justin is left to do the only work he is actually qualified for, scrubbing toilets*
JC:
Justin: Whatchoo want foo?
JC: Are all these clothes yours?
Justin: Maybe
JC: Don't try your cutsie "I'm Justin Timberlake" crap with me. It ain't gonna work. They must be your. They're all baby blue, 05, FUBU, basketball jerseys.
Justin: Yeah, so what? What's da problem?
JC: If they are your clothes, why are they on Chris' bunk?
Justin: Becuz yo, he be sleepin' wit me when he has those bad dreams. Not dat it's any of ya'lls bizziness anyway..
JC: OMG, just go back and look at yourself some more. I can't believe I stood you all tour long.
Justin: Hey! We're supposed to be homies.
JC: Only when cameras are rolling....
*A hurt Justin walks back to the front of the bus to start cleaning some windows*
JC: What the hell is that noise? Joey are you munching on those stale leftovers?
Joey: No, I swore I'd never do that again.
*JC opens the door behind him to find Chris playing his Playstation and making strange noises* JC: Shut that off and get workin'!
Chris: Lighten up Mr. Drill Sargeant, I'm almost to the castle!
JC: Then will it be over?
Chris: Nope! I got four more castles after that...*Yelling at TV* Come'ere ya little bastard!
*JC walks over to the TV, pulls the plug and walks away from Chris and starts to talk* JC: Geez, Chris! Have more respect for yourself, you're supposed to be the college graduate.
Chris: Well then fine I'll clean up like I always do, just like how I clean up after you when you spill your "coffee" pills, or when I have to pick up those "diabetic" syringes you use so much, or how bout when I have to clean up after you "accidently" throw up??
JC: You manage to pick up after me, but still can't clean yourself!
Joey: *From the kitchenette* Who left this Long Island Iced Tea here with a pink umbrella in it?
Justin: Girly drink?? PINK umbrella?? Dat gotsta be Lance's.
*There's a sudden banging coming from outside and Justin quickly turns around*
Lance:
Justin: Yo, dat's all typsa wack! We just cuddle, he feels protected when he holds me.
Lance: Ever think that I feel lonely and need protection? I get homesick a lot, I need to be held sometimes too, you never care enough about my needs. Nobody does! You steal all the fans..solos.. Why God, Why!!!!!
*Lance runs away with hands barried into his face. He went into the nearby woods and wasn't seen for a few hours*
Justin: Ok whatever, must be his time of the month or sumptin', forreal, ah don't know about dat kid sometimes..
JC: It's always somethin' with him, it's gets so old after a while.
Justin: Ah know! Hey, let's take this big baby for a spin through the car wash and make it shine.
JC: You can't even drive your own car..
Justin: *Interrupting JC* Car?? Car?? Ah drive a Mercedes boy! Get it right! Dayum.. always gotsta be correctin yo ass..
JC: Whatever, shut up! Anyway, you can barely see over the wheel, you're worse then Chris sometimes. I have to get out of this bus. That "smell" mixed with window cleaner is getting to me. I have to throw this trash out too.
Justin: Wait! all that trash is mah clothes, whatchoo think you doin?
JC: Wrong again, Mac Daddy.. Not ALL your clothes aren't you wearin' some right now?
Justin: Fine wit me, mad hunnies buy me clothes, baby blue clothes too, and give it to me everyday so my closet is stacked! It neva be empty.
*Joey, JC, and Chris unboard the bus*
Justin:
*After the infamous bus cleaning incident, *NSYNC's tour bus was found slammed into the large Mickey water tower in Orlando, a baby blue blonde boy was seen running from the blazing inferno. And, to this day Lance will not tell a soul what happened in the woods......the other memebers of *NSYNC live in fear for their lives more and more each day because of it!!!!!!!!* THE END ~Brianne