The "Millionth" Queen Story

On a sunny, bright merry day Freddie woke from a deep slumber, stretching his arms to the point where they knocked all the pictures off the walls around him causing the pictures to fall on Brian Roger and John's heads. Brian woke immediately and screamed MY HAIR!, touching his 923854 brown follicles of curly hair making sure each one was in the right place. John screamed NO ROLLER COASTERS! MUMMY SAVE ME! (this is where Brian got the idea for Save Me, this and Hasselhoff's previous attackings in the other stories) and looked around like a lost duck (looking for its mother). Roger merely rolled over, still asleep, and moved his 20 pillows to different positions and stretched himself out across his entire bed like he was making a snow angel. Freddie got out of bed, looked around at his three band companions and gave them a weird look (as if to say what the heck is wrong with you guys....I don't see what you're complaining about, what did I do to you?!). He got undressed and begin to fill up a nice hot bubble bath. Brian started to get hungry, so he got up and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. BRIAN DEAR I HEAR YOU ENTERING THE KITCHEN BRING ME MY CHEERIOS SO I CAN EAT THEM IN MY BUBBLE BATH AND LATER ON THE TOILET IN MY UNDEROOS! John came into the kitchen. "John, please go get the biggest bowl in the house and give Freddie his Cheerios," said Brian. I'm trying to make my Belgian waffles with nuts. BELGIAN WAFFLES MY FOOT!! GET ME MY CHEERIOS NOW! screamed the enraged Freddie. He hated waiting for things. (it had only been five seconds) I'LL MAKE THE BATHTUB AND TOILET WATER OVERFLOW!!!!!!!!!(especially on your precious Belgian waffles with nuts, Freddie thought to himself. Me and my Cheerios are way more important than your hyperactive compulsive appetite and fat stomach which is almost as fat as the skin on your neck which covers my shopping receipt envelopes which fill up Hyde Park! he also thought.) But, Brian, I can't go in there while he's in the tub. My innocence will be ruptured!, John cried. Relax, John, he'll be consumed by bubble bath soap, you won't be able to see anything. If you don't hurry up I'll have to wake up Roger and make him go in there, and you know how Roger almost killed you the last time you plucked one note on your bass guitar while he was sleeping. Why can't you go, Brian? I've already told you John I have to make my Belgian waffles with nuts! IF I HEAR ONE MORE PATHETIC WORD ABOUT YOUR STUPID PRECIOUS BELGIAN WAFFLES WITH NUTS I WILL GET OUT OF THIS BATHTUB AND THROW YOU BOTH ON ROGER!!!! Okay, said the reluctant John. He got the bowl of Cheerios and headed towards the bathroom. As he kept getting closer he heard loud sounds, which got louder and louder as he reached the door. He was so afraid to touch the doorknob he began to sweat incredibly. He opened the door to see Freddie in the bathtub singing Y.M.C.A. at the top of his lungs with his eyes closed and his head back (like he does in concerts) while he was scrubbing his back with a backscrubber. John stood watching in amazement and shock and fear for a moment. Freddie then began to sing Macho Man and I'm too sexy for my shirt, except his version was I'm too sexy for my Cheerios. John dropped the Cheerios on the floor and ran out slamming the door, causing Freddie to become alarmed and the scrubber flew out of his hand and went into the toilet. Oh well, at least I have my Cheerios, thought Freddie. A few minutes later - BRIAN, OR ONE WHO WISHES HE WAS BILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY AND LOOKS LIKE BOB SAGET, I NEED MY BACKSCRUBBER STERILIZED AND REMOVED FROM THE TOILET PLEASE!!!

how is this my dears?

hehe Y.M.C.A !!!

shall i write more?

Yes please. i should really write more of my story. I'm lazy. But write yours too dear so I feel compelled.

I CAN'T LEAVE THE TUB UNTIL YOU DO!!!...........BRIAN???!!!!!.................BRIANPOOS????!!!!!!!.......WHERE ARE YOU??!! DON'T LEAVE ME!!
Brian had just eaten his lovely Belgian waffles with nuts and was too mesmerized by them to hear Freddie's frantic screams. He sat in the sun at the nice picnic table, devouring the remains of the bottle of syrup he added to them by excessively licking the plate until it was completely clear of syrup and waffle pieces. John was still in shock after entering the bathroom earlier. He had ran out of the house and down the road, looking for the tree that was farthest away to sit under. On the way though, he ran into a stop sign, and while he was unconscious from this he was mistaken for garbage and almost got hauled away by the trash man in the dumpster. John awoke after a few minutes and made his way back home.......and got honked at by many vehicles for walking in the middle of the road through traffic and walking through red and green lights and ignoring stop signs, causing many wrecks.

By the way, Brian's plate was a pink Barbie plate :o)

Also, I do accept direction for my next writings :o)

In other words, feel free to give me suggestions/hints/pointers for the next part of the story

I will write more soon

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]PlanetMercury15 wrote: [/QUOTENAME]By the way, Brian's plate was a pink Barbie plate :o)[/QUOTE]

LOL!! Don't forget his matching pink Barbie cup for his grapefruit juice! xD

LOL, Belgian waffles with nuts = genius :)

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]mayniac316<h6>Madam May</h6> wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]PlanetMercury15 wrote: [/QUOTENAME]By the way, Brian's plate was a pink Barbie plate :o)[/QUOTE]

LOL!! Don't forget his matching pink Barbie cup for his grapefruit juice! xD[/QUOTE]

And the matching napkin set he bought!
And the spoon with the daisies on the handle!

So, PlanetMercury15, could you tell us what happens next, please?

yes dears sorry ive been gone for a while ill start now....