Prom Crashers

So we were in the band suite, chillin like fudgesicles, and talking about our high school musical equivalents [Me: Zac Efron, Shrub: Corbin Bleu, Larry: Lucas Grabeel, Gilbert: the dude who bakes whose name escapes me, Roxie: Ms. Darbus], when the phone rang.

Here's how it went.

Me: Espaco I'll give you your belt in a week; ok? If you call me one more time I am going to egg your house.

Voice: This isn't Espaco. [this voice is female]

Me: Well then may I introduce myself. Nuglet. Percy, Nuglet.

Voice: This is Ms. Ulexuh.

Me: Oh! Teacher! Ew!

Voice: Ew?

Me: I mean ... yum?

Voice: Let's just cut to the chase. You know how your band is playing at the prom in a few days?

Me: Yeah.

Voice: Well there's been some last minute changes.

Me: What kind of changes?

Voice: The school found enough money to hire a DJ.

Me: WHAT? This cannot be fo'sho!

Voice: Fo'sho it is I'm afraid. I'm really sorry Percy, and to all the members of Chicken Pot Pie Unicorn.

Me: It's Mac and Cheese Mermaid. Chicken Pot Pie Unicorn is a stupid name for a band. 

Voice: I'm sorry Percy.

[Suddenly Larry trips over a guitar cord and falls down on the ground on his face. It was hilarious.]

Voice: What was that noise?

Me: Just Larry falling down.

Voice: But I heard a clash.

Me: He keeps spare coins in his eyepatch.

Voice: He could get an infection.

Me: He already went through an infection phase in seventh grade, and now he claims that he was so sick before that he's immune to all diseases. That's why we have him eat the leftover chemicals in Chemistry.

Voice: That's dangerous. I must go now. Bye.

Me: TTYL.

But that was a lie. I would not TTYL. Ms. Ulexuh was no longer a friend of mine. After I broke the news to the band, they were devastated. 

Shrub: We were playing at the prom?

Larry: Ow! I think I got a penny stuck in my eye!

Gilbert: Take off the eyepatch then!

Larry: No it ruins the illusion!

Roxie: We were getting paid?

Me: Only in cream soda.

Roxie: I hate cream soda.

Me: I know. [devious smile]

Gilbert: Well, this is terrible.

Me: Tell me about it.

Shrub: Light bulb! I just had an idea!

Roxie: Spill.

Shrub: Let's crash the prom!

Gilbert: But all students are allowed to attend.

Shrub: I mean we'll crash the music part. Well ... what if we kidnap the DJ?

Roxie: That's a stupid idea.

Me: So stupid it just might work.

Roxie: No, I mean so stupid that it's a federal offense.

Me: Your're a federal offense!

We ended up taking a vote on it. Me and Shrub voted yes, Roxie voted no, Larry was having a reaction to the penny in his eye and began shaking (I took this as a yes), and Gilbert was in the kitchen raiding my pantry for poptarts (I took his vote as a yes too). Majority rules. In a few days, MCM will be rocking the prom!