The Chronicles of What the Heck, This is Stupid!

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WARNING: This Chapter contains one of Blake's songs. Read at your own risk.

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*They meet up a few days later*.

Blake: *Charges in*.

Courtney: *Trots in* You guys should, like, watch Blake's new, like, music video, like! *Pulls a laptop out of her pocket*.

Nick: How do you put a laptop in your pocket?!

Blake: *Grins from eyebrow to eyebrow (A/N: See cover to understand what I mean)* It's easy. Just open up your pocket and put it in!

Nick: .....

Seth: Yeah, I'll try that next time. *Rolls his eyes*.

Courtney: *Shows them the music video.*

*In the video, Blake is creeping on top of a wall*

Blake: Spidey bite, Spidey bite.  It hurts so bad I may die tonight. You never know, I just might. I tried to tell the spider this isn't right. Nick's the one you want to bite. I'm going to fly away on a kite, because I don't want to fight. Ooh, what a sight! *A kite flies by and Blake latches on to it and he flies away, smiling like a lunatic*.

*A spider flips him off*.

Nick: HA HA! Oooh, Blake, you got told by a spider.

Blake: What do you mean, the spider didn't tell me anything?

Sam: Gee.

Blake: H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W U X Y AND Z....Oh and Sam, the alphabet starts with an 'a' not a 'g'. That gives me an idea! I should do a cover of the alphabet!

Nick: Oh-kay.

Vanessa: Um.

Blake: I'm so smart. The rest of you have ishes! Except you, Courtney-Pie.

Courtney: Like, yeah, Blakey-Kinz.

Dylan: *Pedals in madly* Your new song is stupid, Blake. Yeah, that's right.

Blake: Shut up, Dylan. You're riding a tricycle!

Dylan: *Rams his tricycle into Blake's leg, then rides out*.

Blake: He's really bizarre-o!

Nick: *Mutters* You have 'ishes'.

Blake: No, I do not, Icky Picky Nicky-kinz!

Nick: *Sighs*.

Alfred: Yeah...You do.

Blake: At least my ishes aren't as big as yours.

Courtney: Like, yeah.

Bindi: *Shakes her head and looks at Yvette. They exchange glances.*

Courtney: What ever. We're, like, so much, like, cooler, than, like, you!!

Blake: That's right, You tell them.

Alfred: They really are an odd pair.

Blake: Huh? We aren't pears.

Alfred: *Looks at the ground* No....you're not.

Yvette: I know the feeling, Alfred.

Alfred: Mmm-hmm.

Dylan: *Pedals in again* Oh yeah, and Blake, you're a big buffoon!

Nick: *Chuckles*.

Blake: You're still riding a tricycle, Dilliono.

Dylan: *Pedals around in spastic, crazy circles*.

Seth: *Rolls his eyes*.

Vanessa: Oh my god, Dylan.

Dylan: *Makes insane mad faces*.

Nick: If he wants Blake to stop insulting him, then why doesn't he just......get off the tricycle?

Blake: Maybe he's glued to it. But that'd be weird.

Dylan: *Stops screaming and looks left and right.*

Vanessa: *Laughs!* Dylan, you're glued to your tricycle?!

Dylan: Maybe.

Sam: And how did you get glued to your tricycle?

Dylan: I wanted to see what would happen if I put glue on the chair.

Seth: *Gives Dylan a funny, funny look*.

Blake: That's weirdie-o!

Courtney: Yeah, like, who, like, does that?

Nick: Dylan, apparently.

Yvette: Um. Dylan. That wasn't very bright.

Vanessa: No. Not at all.

Alfred: I'm going to have to agree with Courtney here; who does that?!

Bindi: Dylan, Dylan, Dylan *Shakes her head.*

Seth: Dylan, what did you think would happen?

Dylan: I don't know. *Looks grumpy*.

Nick: Well now you know.

Dylan: I'm stuck.

Milo: *Appears* Aren't you in a very sticky situation, Dylan.

Yvette: *Chuckles*.

Vanessa: Ain't that the truth.

Dylan: *Pounds on the handle bars*. Help me. Help me! HELP ME! AHH!! ARRGH! HELP! RAA!

Milo: Sheesh! *Unsticks Dylan from his chair* It wouldn't kill you to say please, you know.

Nick: To Dylan, saying please is equivalent to getting a heart attack.

Milo: Well that's silly.

Nick: And don't even think about a thank you. Dylan would have a seizure.

Milo: *Frowns*.

Dylan: A! Ha ha!

Nick: Maybe you should try being nice, Dylan.

Sam: You're funny, Nick. Dylan? Nice?

Dylan: Bah hum bug.

Nick: Okay, Scrooge.

Dylan: My name is Dylan.

Nick: That isn't what I meant. Never mind.