Can you write an amusing story using these movie, TV, and commercial quotes?
Question by Ladybug II: Can you write an amusing story using these movie, TV, and commercial quotes?
1. Come on, punk…….Make my day.
2. They went that-a-way.
3. Where’s the beef?
4. Plop, Pl op, Fizz, Fizz. Oh, what a relief it is.
5. Its a bird! Its a plane! Its __________!!!
6. Faster than a speeding bullet!
7. Its finger lickin’ good.
8. Special orders don’t upset us.
9. What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
10. What’s new, Pussy Cat?
Best answer:
Answer by shir
As I sat in my usual morning stupor dreading the busy day ahead, my husband walked into the kitchen. I love the man with all of my heart, but I HATE morning people-you know, those spring-outta-bed-whistling-and-smiling people. That’s how Ron is: so sickeningly cheerful…to the point of being nuts. I raised my droopy eyelids and looked at him, wondering how long it would take him to chirp out, “Good MORNING, Honey!” Being particularly irritated at being roused from sleep at the crack of dawn (okay…it was 8 am), and knowing I had to go to an appointment in an hour, I thought, “Come on, punk…Make my day!” He must’ve sensed my mood (I think I saw the little hairs rise on the back of his neck as he passed me) because he just proceeded straight to the fridge and opened the door. He kept clearing his throat so much I could swear he was choking back his innate need to greet first thing in the morning. Watching him just stand there, fridge door hanging wide open, filled me with contempt. Ron cleared his throat one final time and squeaked, “Hon, what happened to the eggs?” I rolled my eyes and heaved a heavy sigh and replied, “They went that-a-way!” and jerked my thumb northward. He shut the door and plodded toward the bathroom and I heard him turn on the shower. Suddenly, I felt the dawning of shame for treating him that way. I stood up and tried to shake off my morning grumpies and knocked back the rest of my coffee. When I heard the shower stop, I walked to the bathroom and quietly opened the door. Ron stood with his back to me, carefully tucking his towel around his waist. I tiptoed across the floor and when he turned around, I yanked off the towel and yelled, “Where’s the beef?” He stumbled backward but recovered quickly and laughed. I apologized for being so gruff and he kissed me and said, “You’re a whole different person in the morning, but I know you can’t help it.” On the way to the shower, I decided to kill two germs with one stone and threw in a big blue tablet into the toilet tank. As Ron headed out of the bathroom, he began whistling, “Plop, plop, Fizz, fizz, Oh what a relief it is.” My nerves got the best of me as I headed to the appointment, and it didn’t help with that stupid song repeating like a stuck record in my head. The receptionist said the doctor would be with me shortly, but of course it was 45 more minutes until I laid eyes on the man. He shook my hand and led me to a chair and asked, “I’m sorry it took me so long but I had a little crisis on my hands.” I mumbled, “Ummm, that’s okay…it didn’t seem that long” and wondered if he could tell by my body language I was lying through my teeth. Those doctors are like that, you know…they watch your every move like a hawk. He pulled out what looked like a deck of cards and said, “I’m going to show you some pictures and you tell me what they look like to you.” As he began showing them to me, I didn’t know how in the world to reply. They just looked like splotches to me, but I knew I was supposed to say they were SOMEthing. He showed me 3 cards in rapid succession and as he displayed each one, I blurted, “It’s a bird!…it’s a plane!…it’s a….a….” My mind went totally blank. He just ignored my response (whew!) and stated, “Let’s try something else. I will say a word, and you say the first thing that comes to mind.” I let out an audible sigh and thought, “Ahhh. That will be easy!” He said, “White” and I said, “Black.” He said, “Sky” and I said, “Moon.” He said, “Sex” and I said, “Faster than a speeding bullet!” He said, “Chocolate” and I said, “Its finger lickin’ good.” He stopped and sat back in his seat studying me. He asked, “What would you do for a Klondike bar?” I replied, “Oh! Those are my favorite! I’d let you put me in a strait-jacket for one!” Two burly men entered the office and carried me to a rubber room. A nurse came in bearing an evil grin and a HUGE syringe and snarled, “What’ll it be, Hon? Tell me now, don’t be shy. Special orders don’t upset us.” Suddenly, I woke up to find myself sitting in my kitchen. My husband was standing in front of the fridge, door wide open. He looked at me and chuckled, “Honey, do you think you’re finally awake for real this time?” I glared at him through droopy eyes. The jerk chirped, “You are so cute in the mornings-you look just like Garfield! Hey-what’s new, Pussy Cat?” I just sat there in a daze. He gazed back into the fridge one more time and asked, “Hon, there’s no eggs so…what’ll it be? Tell me now, don’t be shy”. And then he pulled the turkey baster out of the utensil jar and used it like a microphone, singing, “Special orders don’t upset us, all we ask is….” I really dread taking him to that appointment…he’ll never pass those tests.
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