//------------------------------// // Superheroes // Story: Whose Line: MLP // by Harbinger Of Mist //------------------------------// Welcome back to more Whose Line. let's move onto a game called "Superheroes", this is for all four performers. Dull is going to start out, now let me have an unlikely superhero name for Dull... ... The Biscuits and gravy Colt! The Biscuits and Gravy Colt! Thank you. Aaand... how about an odd crisis for him to deal with? Painful nipple erections. (<--- That's a link) Umm! *Chuckles* I'll let you deal with that on your own! Uh, something a bit more family friendly? No more green candy bits! No more green candy bits. Thanks again. Now Dull is going to start off the scene, then the other three are going to enter and they're going to give each other strange superhero names and try to make them mess up. Now, if Biscuits and Gravy Colt is ready to solve the green candy bit shortage, take it away! Dull was standing in his shower when he picked up his gravy boat and slowly poured his special recipe all over his body. He then proceeded to lather it up and get all over his legs. He then grabbed a biscuit and rubbed it underneath his pits like a bar of soap and take a bite out of it. Suddenly, his crisis monitor starts sounding its alarm; to which Dull takes immediate notice. "Mrr grhd!" He gulps. "My god! The crisis monitor is going off!" He goes over to inspect the screen. "Oh no! We're all out of green candy bits! They're just being replaced with more brown and pink ones! Why not yellow?" He shrugs. "Well, anyway. I hope my super friends show up to help soon." Blunt then shows up in his apartment out of nowhere. "Sorry I'm late, I-- Oh my..." He stares at the gravy dripping off of Dull's body as if in a trance. "Oh, thank god you're here, Captain Survey Taker!" Blunt snapped himself back to the task at hoof and whipped out a clipboard and pen. "How would you rate this crisis on a scale of 1 to 10?" "Ummm... 2? I see plenty of jimmies being rustled, but it's really nothing to get worried about." Dull reached behind him and offered a plate of biscuits. "Want one?" Blunt takes a biscuit as Bright crashes in through a window. "Sorry I'm late, I had a painful nipple erection." Blunt gulps down his snack. "Hey, it's the Itchy Mare!" Bright soon began to convulse uncomfortably and scratch every corner of his body. "G-- Gyah! Don't do that! I'm allergic to terrible puns!" He then collapsed to the floor and squirmed around to try to sooth the itching sensation by rubbing himself on the carpet. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" While Dull began drinking more gravy straight from the boat, Blunt followed behind Bright with his clipboard. "How does this make you feel? Concerned, irritated, or angry?" Bright continued sliding along the carpet to get away from Blunt. He soon propped himself up to his waist and dragged his thighs across the floor. "A-a-a-a-aaaahhh!" Suddenly, Star then flies in through the broken window and joins in. "What's going on here?" Once he notices Bright trying to create a new dance, he grabs Dull's gravy boat and pours it all over him. Bright immediately felt a soothing sensation throughout his body as the gravy was poured on him. He arched up his torso and directed the stream to land on his groin. He sighed in relief as he grabbed himself in the aforementioned area and rested on the floor. "You came just in time... Michael Jackson!" Star stared down and Bright for a moment before rearing back to stand on his hind legs and grab his crotch. "Mph! Hooooooooo!" He performed a quick jig as he poured the rest of the gravy on his head. "That's right!" He tapped his hoof to a beat. "I came just in time - I came just in time. No green candy bits - sure is a crime. We gotta save 'em - before it's too late. What can we do? - Yes, it's our fate. Hooooooo!" He spins around and then grabs Blunt's clipboard and fans himself. Blunt reclaims his clipboard. "I've thought up some plans, but I need a unanimous vote." "I know!" Star interjected. "I'll put on a benefit concert and have all the proceeds go toward green food dye for the candy bit factory." He turned his back and began to moontrot out of Dull's apartment. "Hoooo!" "Can I help?!" Bright followed after him. "I'm itching to be your opening act!" "Well, I got to go. I have results to report." Blunt also left. Dull took a celebratory swig out of another gravy boat. "Ah, another job well done. I should probably check with my doctor on my cholesterol." *Bzzzzzzt!!* Alright, thank you, that was great! 500 points to each of you. Though I must ask, what was with Michael Jackson? He's everyone's hero. *Audience cheers* Eh, can't argue there. But anyway, stick around, we got more Whose Line coming your way!