NOOO!!
ILL SAVE YOU RO-RO!!
lol
I can see the theme music for this story "MODERN TIMES ROCK n ROLL" and "MACHINES" lol
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OH NO!! What happens? Please keep it coming.
Don't let anything bad happen. I love my boys!!!
HELP!!!!!! SAVE THEM PLEASE!!!
Don't let anything bad happen. I love my boys!!!
HELP!!!!!! SAVE THEM PLEASE!!!
SAVE SAVE SAAAVE THEEEM... WE CANT FACE THIS LIFE ALOOOONEE...
Suddenly a blast of music interupted the work on Roger. A song was playing on a car radio. It was from Brian's car wreck. Robert Plant had the radio in his hands and was singing along as loudly as he possibly could in that incredible woice. 'I'VE GOTTA BE COOL, RELAX, GET HIP, GET ON MA TRACKS, TAKE A BACK SEAT, HITCHHIKE, TAKE A LONG RIDE ON MA MOTORBIKE, 'TILL I'M READY...'
BANG, BANG! The door to the storage room burst open. Freddie and Brian rolled out, 'READY FREDDIE? yelled Brian. all together now... the two singers and the guitarist sang at the top of their lungs 'CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOOOOVE OOOH YEAH!'
'NOOOOO, MUSIC, ARGH, MAKE IT STOP! MY ROBOTS CAN'T HANDLE IT! MAKE IT STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEASE NO, NOOOOOOOO...' The ringleader fell to the ground twitching and screaming. The robots had sparks flying in all directions. They were boiling up. They were melting, 'Keep singing guys show no mercy!'Robert cried. But it didn't seem to be working on the robots. They weren't backing down. They left Roger where he was and approached the three singers, 'YOU NEED COOL AIR, BABY I'M NO FOOL, WAY DOWN INSIDE HONEY YOU N- AH SHIT IT'S NOT WORKING HELP, HEEEEEEELP!'
Grunts and squeaks came from inside the storage room. Some giant bubblewrapped phenomenon exploded out. It was struggling frantically.
'Guys please help me, I cl-cl-cl I can't say it... please get me out of this please please PLEASE! OH I'M GONNA PUKE!' John had partially unwrapped himself but had gotten twisted up and was panicking madly. But he had gotten everyone's attention, including the robots. Everyone's except Roger who was still unconcious. The robots picked John up. 'No, God no don't do that I feel sick, oh oooh...' John fell on the ground beside Roger, narrowly being missed by the putrid puke-stained peices of metal falling towards the ground. With an almighty clang of metal on metal the robots landed with a thud. Deaky's puking powers had upset their systems so much that they crashed completely. The ringleader looked at his ruined creations. Gone were his dreams of the manufactured pop group. Gone were his dreams of no more Queen, Plant, Rolling Stones. Or was it? 'OK, so you've destroyed my masterpeice, Fine but I can still kill-
'Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you...' they began to sing
'OK, OK I give in,' the ringleader sighed, 'But how can you make music without a drummer?
Robert, Freddie, Brian and John looked and saw all the robots had collapsed on Roger.
BANG, BANG! The door to the storage room burst open. Freddie and Brian rolled out, 'READY FREDDIE? yelled Brian. all together now... the two singers and the guitarist sang at the top of their lungs 'CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOOOOVE OOOH YEAH!'
'NOOOOO, MUSIC, ARGH, MAKE IT STOP! MY ROBOTS CAN'T HANDLE IT! MAKE IT STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEASE NO, NOOOOOOOO...' The ringleader fell to the ground twitching and screaming. The robots had sparks flying in all directions. They were boiling up. They were melting, 'Keep singing guys show no mercy!'Robert cried. But it didn't seem to be working on the robots. They weren't backing down. They left Roger where he was and approached the three singers, 'YOU NEED COOL AIR, BABY I'M NO FOOL, WAY DOWN INSIDE HONEY YOU N- AH SHIT IT'S NOT WORKING HELP, HEEEEEEELP!'
Grunts and squeaks came from inside the storage room. Some giant bubblewrapped phenomenon exploded out. It was struggling frantically.
'Guys please help me, I cl-cl-cl I can't say it... please get me out of this please please PLEASE! OH I'M GONNA PUKE!' John had partially unwrapped himself but had gotten twisted up and was panicking madly. But he had gotten everyone's attention, including the robots. Everyone's except Roger who was still unconcious. The robots picked John up. 'No, God no don't do that I feel sick, oh oooh...' John fell on the ground beside Roger, narrowly being missed by the putrid puke-stained peices of metal falling towards the ground. With an almighty clang of metal on metal the robots landed with a thud. Deaky's puking powers had upset their systems so much that they crashed completely. The ringleader looked at his ruined creations. Gone were his dreams of the manufactured pop group. Gone were his dreams of no more Queen, Plant, Rolling Stones. Or was it? 'OK, so you've destroyed my masterpeice, Fine but I can still kill-
'Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you...' they began to sing
'OK, OK I give in,' the ringleader sighed, 'But how can you make music without a drummer?
Robert, Freddie, Brian and John looked and saw all the robots had collapsed on Roger.
omg you need to finish this story!
best and funniest thing i have ever read!!
you're awesome.
updaaate!!!!
xxemmxx
best and funniest thing i have ever read!!
you're awesome.
updaaate!!!!
xxemmxx
'ROOOOOGER, NOOOOO!!' Freddie flung himself on the massive pile of metal and tried to drag all the dead robots off Roger. 'Roger darling, speak to me if you can hear me,' No answer.
'Oh no,' Bri murmured
'Oh God,' gasped Robert
'Now who'll drum for us-OWW!' John had received a painful kick from Brian. The ringleader looked at all this mess with an insane grin on his face. He grabbed Freddie by the scruff of the neck. 'HELP!' cried Freddie.
Robert burst into song yet again. 'Guys help me, #BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I ROCK AND ROLLL'D...'
Brian joined in. John joined in (quietly) and Freddie, despite his worry over darling Ro-Ro and the pain in being manhandled by this beast, joined in too. 'AARGH!' the ringleader (I'll reveal he was Roger's worthless quarter brother Pamela Anderson) dropped to the ground and began to spasm. Brian jumped to where a coil of rope, used to tie one of them up, lay. He grabbed it and tied Pammy up so tightly she could barely move. Freddie got up and dusted himself down. 'Nice work Planty,' he said
'Yeah got on you too Fred, and Bri, and eh John,'
'Call me Deaky,' Beamed John. He'd had a crush on Robert ever since he'd heard Rock and Roll.
Freddie cringed on John's behalf. 'Right,' Brian snapped into action. 'Guys let's help Roger,' They heard noises from under the pile where Rog was trapped, what was going on?
'Ooh-er, let me get it back let me get it back, let me get it baack,'
Roger was singing. Roger was alive. 'Ro-ro don't panic darling, we'll get you out,' Freddie cried, he was so happy to hear Roger's voice and wanted to see his beautiful face again. 'OOOWWWW oh God I'm in pain!' Roger moaned. The others finally shifted the last of the mess of him when-
'Sorry lads I've gotta run,' Robert waved up to the sky, 'Or fly, hehe,' An almighty roar sent the dead bodies of the robots flying in all directions as well as the unconcious ringleader.
'WAIT!' all the Queens cried. 'Take us with you.'
'Soz guys no can do!' Robert jumped on the helicopter that had landed and it took him away.
Roger croaked,'Where are Jimi and Phil?' before passing out.
'Oh no,' Bri murmured
'Oh God,' gasped Robert
'Now who'll drum for us-OWW!' John had received a painful kick from Brian. The ringleader looked at all this mess with an insane grin on his face. He grabbed Freddie by the scruff of the neck. 'HELP!' cried Freddie.
Robert burst into song yet again. 'Guys help me, #BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I ROCK AND ROLLL'D...'
Brian joined in. John joined in (quietly) and Freddie, despite his worry over darling Ro-Ro and the pain in being manhandled by this beast, joined in too. 'AARGH!' the ringleader (I'll reveal he was Roger's worthless quarter brother Pamela Anderson) dropped to the ground and began to spasm. Brian jumped to where a coil of rope, used to tie one of them up, lay. He grabbed it and tied Pammy up so tightly she could barely move. Freddie got up and dusted himself down. 'Nice work Planty,' he said
'Yeah got on you too Fred, and Bri, and eh John,'
'Call me Deaky,' Beamed John. He'd had a crush on Robert ever since he'd heard Rock and Roll.
Freddie cringed on John's behalf. 'Right,' Brian snapped into action. 'Guys let's help Roger,' They heard noises from under the pile where Rog was trapped, what was going on?
'Ooh-er, let me get it back let me get it back, let me get it baack,'
Roger was singing. Roger was alive. 'Ro-ro don't panic darling, we'll get you out,' Freddie cried, he was so happy to hear Roger's voice and wanted to see his beautiful face again. 'OOOWWWW oh God I'm in pain!' Roger moaned. The others finally shifted the last of the mess of him when-
'Sorry lads I've gotta run,' Robert waved up to the sky, 'Or fly, hehe,' An almighty roar sent the dead bodies of the robots flying in all directions as well as the unconcious ringleader.
'WAIT!' all the Queens cried. 'Take us with you.'
'Soz guys no can do!' Robert jumped on the helicopter that had landed and it took him away.
Roger croaked,'Where are Jimi and Phil?' before passing out.
YAY! RODGER'S ALIVE!!!!!
OF COURSE HE HIS. I'D NEVER KILL OFF ANY OF THE QUEENIES I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH
Jimi and Phil?
Jimi and Phil who?
Freddie shook Roger but he was out for the count.
'I think he needs to get to hospital but how are we going to do that without a car and without a clue of where we are?' questioned Bri.
'I dunno but we'll probably be alright. He isn't bleeding after all,' said John.
'Yeah but he might have internal injuries,' sighed Brian. 'No he needs hospital attention,'
'AGAIN!?' You boys are never out of hospital!' Freddie was upset but knew his friend was ill and also knew there'd be no hospital within several miles of this woodland. 'Now'd be a good time to have a really tiny form of communication, like a phone or something! Something to carry around in your pocket!' The boys fantasised about these amazing peices of technology. John went into total rhapsodies as he loved electric stuff. He looked at the heap of metal that had once been a manufactured pop band and wished it was something more useful, like those teeny phones or... wheels... tiny ones... sticking out like feet...
'We're done for...' Freddie moaned. He fell to the forest floor like a wounded animal and howled.
'There there,' Brian patted Freddie awkwardly on the back. John was completely ignoring this mini scene and the unconcious Roger on the ground. He was absorbed in his experiments. Eventually Brian left Freddie and went to check on Roger who was in a bad way by this time :-((. Freddie badly needed a tissue, or a cigarette, or both. The one most likely to have both was Johnny. So Freddie went over to him. 'What are you doing darling!?' Rog was in a near coma-like state, they were lost and John was tinkering with peices of metal! He must have gone mad! John looked up. He looked a little more than slightly annoyed for being disturbed. 'This is a masterpeice I'm creating, Freddie and I'd thankyou to leave me to finish this. Fire. I need fire!'
Freddie deciphered that the wilderness had turned Johnny into an arsonist. Brian looked up and replied to John's wishes by picking up two dry stones and scraping them together rapidly. Sparks were created and soon a fire was created one a campfire erected by a camper from years ago. John was now able to weld his creation together. Brian realised what Deaky was doing and helped him out with the Physics side of things. Freddie designed a logo (the Q fire and a car roaring by) on a peice of leaf and BOOM! they had a brand new car. Roger was bundled into the back and off they went. Of course it didn't go like a proper car but surprisingly well considering the desperate circumstances that John was working under.
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'Roger,'
'Roger,'
'Hmm?'
'Roger, darling...'
'Wake up dad!'
'Huh?'
Jimi and Phil who?
Freddie shook Roger but he was out for the count.
'I think he needs to get to hospital but how are we going to do that without a car and without a clue of where we are?' questioned Bri.
'I dunno but we'll probably be alright. He isn't bleeding after all,' said John.
'Yeah but he might have internal injuries,' sighed Brian. 'No he needs hospital attention,'
'AGAIN!?' You boys are never out of hospital!' Freddie was upset but knew his friend was ill and also knew there'd be no hospital within several miles of this woodland. 'Now'd be a good time to have a really tiny form of communication, like a phone or something! Something to carry around in your pocket!' The boys fantasised about these amazing peices of technology. John went into total rhapsodies as he loved electric stuff. He looked at the heap of metal that had once been a manufactured pop band and wished it was something more useful, like those teeny phones or... wheels... tiny ones... sticking out like feet...
'We're done for...' Freddie moaned. He fell to the forest floor like a wounded animal and howled.
'There there,' Brian patted Freddie awkwardly on the back. John was completely ignoring this mini scene and the unconcious Roger on the ground. He was absorbed in his experiments. Eventually Brian left Freddie and went to check on Roger who was in a bad way by this time :-((. Freddie badly needed a tissue, or a cigarette, or both. The one most likely to have both was Johnny. So Freddie went over to him. 'What are you doing darling!?' Rog was in a near coma-like state, they were lost and John was tinkering with peices of metal! He must have gone mad! John looked up. He looked a little more than slightly annoyed for being disturbed. 'This is a masterpeice I'm creating, Freddie and I'd thankyou to leave me to finish this. Fire. I need fire!'
Freddie deciphered that the wilderness had turned Johnny into an arsonist. Brian looked up and replied to John's wishes by picking up two dry stones and scraping them together rapidly. Sparks were created and soon a fire was created one a campfire erected by a camper from years ago. John was now able to weld his creation together. Brian realised what Deaky was doing and helped him out with the Physics side of things. Freddie designed a logo (the Q fire and a car roaring by) on a peice of leaf and BOOM! they had a brand new car. Roger was bundled into the back and off they went. Of course it didn't go like a proper car but surprisingly well considering the desperate circumstances that John was working under.
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'Roger,'
'Roger,'
'Hmm?'
'Roger, darling...'
'Wake up dad!'
'Huh?'
Roger's eyelids felt heavy. His entire body was aching. He opened his eyes with some difficulty. Dominique was leaning over him with shiny eyes. Fred, Deaky and Bri sat on the other side of his bed. And Felix was sitting on his knees. 'DAD! YOU'RE AWAKE!'Felix leapt forward and hugged him hard,
'OOW, yeah good to see you sonny, Cor, where am I ?' Roger felt as if he'd done twelve rounds with a pack of Alsations.
'You're in hospital, you've been in coma for three weeks,' Dominique replied. She looked at Brian reproachfully.
'Yeah sorry 'bout that mate!' Brian scratched the back of his neck with an uncomfortable expression. All of a sudden Roger remembered everything after leaving the set for IWTBF. He tried to sit up but he was too weak to shake Felix off. 'Oh my God, did you get them?'
Everyone else looked confused. 'Who?' they all asked.
'Jimi, Phil, Robert, STEPS, Ohh Freddie you explain I'm too tired.' Roger flopped onto his pillows. Freddie looked baffled
'UUUHHH, just what am I supposed to be explaining dear?' he asked.
'The stuff that happened, I was kidnapped, they thought I was a girl, I did the Fandango, I sang. They were torturing me. They invented manufactured music, and Jimi Lynott and Phil.. I mean Phil Lynott and Jimi Hendrix were slaves and- and - and don't you know what I'm talking about?' Roger stared at all the faces who shook their heads.
'Dad needs a sleep,' young Felix declared, 'Clear the room, he won't be mad when he wakes up!'
'But-but-'
'Felix is right Roger,'
'The robots fell on me and-'
'No Ro-Ro you were hit by a car you were most seriously injured darling,' Dominique gave him a kiss and picked their son up. 'Now get some sleep to clear your head.'
Roger was astonished. He was right, he knew he was, or was he????
'OOW, yeah good to see you sonny, Cor, where am I ?' Roger felt as if he'd done twelve rounds with a pack of Alsations.
'You're in hospital, you've been in coma for three weeks,' Dominique replied. She looked at Brian reproachfully.
'Yeah sorry 'bout that mate!' Brian scratched the back of his neck with an uncomfortable expression. All of a sudden Roger remembered everything after leaving the set for IWTBF. He tried to sit up but he was too weak to shake Felix off. 'Oh my God, did you get them?'
Everyone else looked confused. 'Who?' they all asked.
'Jimi, Phil, Robert, STEPS, Ohh Freddie you explain I'm too tired.' Roger flopped onto his pillows. Freddie looked baffled
'UUUHHH, just what am I supposed to be explaining dear?' he asked.
'The stuff that happened, I was kidnapped, they thought I was a girl, I did the Fandango, I sang. They were torturing me. They invented manufactured music, and Jimi Lynott and Phil.. I mean Phil Lynott and Jimi Hendrix were slaves and- and - and don't you know what I'm talking about?' Roger stared at all the faces who shook their heads.
'Dad needs a sleep,' young Felix declared, 'Clear the room, he won't be mad when he wakes up!'
'But-but-'
'Felix is right Roger,'
'The robots fell on me and-'
'No Ro-Ro you were hit by a car you were most seriously injured darling,' Dominique gave him a kiss and picked their son up. 'Now get some sleep to clear your head.'
Roger was astonished. He was right, he knew he was, or was he????
YAY!!
Aww this would be hilarious as like an animated cartoon!
woot!
aww Felix is all cute :-D
Aww this would be hilarious as like an animated cartoon!
woot!
aww Felix is all cute :-D
Keep going! This is really good!!
Aww crap my imagination has run dry, I don't know what to put. But I'll try. I'm glad you like it.
Roger did fall asleep eventually. When he woke he saw a man in a leather jacket standing beside his bed. He would have been scared if there hadn't been a blue police box standing there too. 'Doctor Who!' he cried for joy. He rubbed his eyes. Again, and again. Nope he wasn't dreaming. 'Are you for real- OW!' Roger rubbed his shoulder crossly
'You wouldn't have felt that pinch if I weren't real,' the Doc said simply. 'Listen Roger, your friends are in trouble. The weirdos who came to kill you have your bandmates. They will turn them into robots if you don't hurry up and save them,'
Roger was confused. 'Come again?'
The Doctor tried again, 'Y'know those freaks that tried to turn Queen into a manufactured pop group?'
'Uh-huh...'
'And tried to dance you to death?'
'Yeah...'
'While singing?'
'Go on...'
'And when that didn't work they tried to put you to sleep for-'
'Right I've gotcha but what about my friends?'
Roger didn't fancy reliving the torture he'd been put through. 'Well,' The doctor began... 'The ringleader dude is back, we thought your band members had killed him with Robert Plant but... (sigh) turns out he's back... he recruited our deadliest enemies to fight them,'
'Daleks?' Roger asked. The doctor nodded.
'And Cybermen,' he added
'Cool..' Roger thought. He received a thunk on the head. The Doctor was annoyed
'They aren't cool, Roger and if you don't stop them not only are your pals goners but the music world is wiped out forever, do you want that, do ya huh, huh do ya?!' the Doc challenged him.
''You', don't you mean 'we'? hehe...' stammered Roger. Doctor Who shook his head.
'Nope, I can't stop them,' he said. 'Only you can. They need someone musical to stop them. It's the only way Roger. You might be just the one because these people believe good looks and talent just don't go. You've got the double Whammy. You'll blow them away.'
'Ah geez...' Roger blushed and footered around with his bedclothes. He thought of something. 'I can't get out of bed,' he said, 'Nurse said I'm to stay because of my terrible car accident, yeah and what about that what car accident?'
'Well,' replied the Doctor, 'In response to the second question, someone drove into the back of the makeshift car that Brian and John drove you to the hospital in and you were spreadeagled in the back. And as for not being able to move I give you...' The Doctor gestured the blue police box. Roger tried to jump up but failed because he was too weak. Instead he cried 'The TARDIS. OMFG are you serious????!!!!!!' he was too excited. The doctor smiled
'Yes I'm serious. Just be sure to return it when visiting hours begin tomorrow. That's at 8am. They're finished for now but just be sure to be careful with her.'
He helped Roger into the Tardis. 'See ya Roger. Hope to hear more music from you guys soon.' He waved breezily and strolled out.
'W-w-wait,' Roger grew worried, 'Aren't you coming,'
'I told you no. Don't worry it's easy to work once you know how. Good Luck grasshopper.'
The doctor walked out. Roger was left, in a wheelchair, in the Tardis, staring at the flashing buttons. 'Once you know how'? What if you don't? Roger thought to himself.
'You wouldn't have felt that pinch if I weren't real,' the Doc said simply. 'Listen Roger, your friends are in trouble. The weirdos who came to kill you have your bandmates. They will turn them into robots if you don't hurry up and save them,'
Roger was confused. 'Come again?'
The Doctor tried again, 'Y'know those freaks that tried to turn Queen into a manufactured pop group?'
'Uh-huh...'
'And tried to dance you to death?'
'Yeah...'
'While singing?'
'Go on...'
'And when that didn't work they tried to put you to sleep for-'
'Right I've gotcha but what about my friends?'
Roger didn't fancy reliving the torture he'd been put through. 'Well,' The doctor began... 'The ringleader dude is back, we thought your band members had killed him with Robert Plant but... (sigh) turns out he's back... he recruited our deadliest enemies to fight them,'
'Daleks?' Roger asked. The doctor nodded.
'And Cybermen,' he added
'Cool..' Roger thought. He received a thunk on the head. The Doctor was annoyed
'They aren't cool, Roger and if you don't stop them not only are your pals goners but the music world is wiped out forever, do you want that, do ya huh, huh do ya?!' the Doc challenged him.
''You', don't you mean 'we'? hehe...' stammered Roger. Doctor Who shook his head.
'Nope, I can't stop them,' he said. 'Only you can. They need someone musical to stop them. It's the only way Roger. You might be just the one because these people believe good looks and talent just don't go. You've got the double Whammy. You'll blow them away.'
'Ah geez...' Roger blushed and footered around with his bedclothes. He thought of something. 'I can't get out of bed,' he said, 'Nurse said I'm to stay because of my terrible car accident, yeah and what about that what car accident?'
'Well,' replied the Doctor, 'In response to the second question, someone drove into the back of the makeshift car that Brian and John drove you to the hospital in and you were spreadeagled in the back. And as for not being able to move I give you...' The Doctor gestured the blue police box. Roger tried to jump up but failed because he was too weak. Instead he cried 'The TARDIS. OMFG are you serious????!!!!!!' he was too excited. The doctor smiled
'Yes I'm serious. Just be sure to return it when visiting hours begin tomorrow. That's at 8am. They're finished for now but just be sure to be careful with her.'
He helped Roger into the Tardis. 'See ya Roger. Hope to hear more music from you guys soon.' He waved breezily and strolled out.
'W-w-wait,' Roger grew worried, 'Aren't you coming,'
'I told you no. Don't worry it's easy to work once you know how. Good Luck grasshopper.'
The doctor walked out. Roger was left, in a wheelchair, in the Tardis, staring at the flashing buttons. 'Once you know how'? What if you don't? Roger thought to himself.
Wonderful! Keep writing!