You asked for it, you begged for it, you sent me death threats for it, so here it is. The fourth Madness of Dragon City (now abbrieviated to TMoDC for title purposes) story. This will differ quite a bit from the previous three:

1) Not in script form. I really need to write something in non-script form.
2) The plot is NOT all mine. You'll find out who's it is soon enough.

Anyone find the 'clue' in TMoDC3? If not, you'll find out (or should that be oot) soon enough.

Title: The Madness of Dragon City IV: Dragon Booster Whars Ye Troosers?
Genre/s: Humour, insanity
Rating: I, for Immature.
Word Count: ???
Concrit: Neutral
Mary-Sue: HELL YEAH
Pairing/s: EveryonexEveryone, DragonsxHumans
Warning/s: Insanity
Disclaimer: THIS HEADER IS NOT INTENDED TO MAKE SENSE

THE MADNESS OF DRAGON CITY 4: DRAGON BOOSTER WHARS YER TROOSERS?

A crazy story of madness by SilverDragon, who owns no characters. Or the plot for that matter. Well, most of it, anyhow.

In a world apart from time, the author promptly appeared.
He then explained that when the world exploded at the end of the previous story, he accidentaly spelt 'the' 'teh' which resulted in not the destruction of the world, but of a world where people spoke excessive leet speak, and comprehensible language was a despised minority. Fortunately this turned out to be a good thing.
He then vanished.

It was a normal, everyday day in Dragon City.
Then the author showed up and extended his dimension-warping powers to dimensionally warp (whaddya expect?) the city into pure madness.
Fortunatly, all that happened was that some red thruster gear inexplicably turned into a bowl of tulips, whose last (and indeed only) thought before falling into oblivion was 'Oh no, not again.' Why it should think that is unclear. Indeed, we might understand the workings of the universe if we knew precisely why it thought such a thing.

Oh, and Cain stubbed his toe, and someone was bitten by a newt.

Underneath Penn Stables, Artha was talking to Conner. The primary issue was what Parm had been tinkering with lately.
'Oh, this is terrible.' said Conner. 'If he manages to get it working, the...'

WHAT ARTHA HEARS

Conner's voice: (in background) Blah blah blah, blah blah...
Artha: Good God this is boring. I want to go see Parm. He's my friend!

With that, he headed for the lift.
'And it could cause a rip in...HEY, COME BACK HERE! I DON'T SPEAK MINDLESS DRIVEL TO EVERYONE, Y'KNOW!'

Up in the stable, Parm was working on something.
'Parm, what is that?' asked Artha. 'It looks like Lance's VIDDgame controller in a blender.'
'Which it is.'
'Parm, why are you doing such a stupid experiment?'
'Cause I'm a mad scientist! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!'
Artha slowly backed away.
Parm stabbed the ON button.
The world dissolved in a blur of tartan.

They promptly reappeared in the previously mentioned world apart from time.
They weren't alone, either.
'Hey! What am I doing here!' protested Word. 'My high heels are sinking into the ground!'
'Yeah!' said Propheci. 'I was just putting the finishing touches on my latest easily-foilable evil plan!'
Many of the crew leaders (including Moordryd) were there also. So was their respective dragons.
The author appeared in a puff of illogicality. Everyone instantly blamed him for their displacement in space and time, and quickly decided to lynch him.
The author turned out to be unlynchable. Pyrrah was particularly annoyed. She liked to lynch people.
'Hey, people!' he said. 'Stop trying to kill me! I am WRITING this stuff, and if you kill me, the story will end-

-like that. So unless you want to die for no apparent reason, DON'T KILL ME.'
Wulph raised a hand.
'But didn't Excel kill her author?'
'Yes, but that's MANGA and ANIME. They don't obey The Laws Of Killing Your Author.'
Wulph lowered his hand, enlightened.
'Anyway, read this.' He flung some books into the crowd.
Artha got one first. Damned cunning, he is.
'Macbeth?'
Everyone started avidly reading, and found that the cast list had all their names beside the characters they were assigned to play. The expected things were heard.
'I DIE?!' (This was fairly common)
'I am EVIL?!'
'What about our dragons?' asked Kitt.
The author had a think, raised a hand, and all the dragons turned into horses, albeit red, blue, purple, or what-have-you coloured horses.
Bar Propheci and Beau. Propheci because he had a role, and Beau...
'For background scenery, as a lake monster.'
'GRRR!' Beau was NOT happy.
'By the way, where is this whole thing set? Because I don't want to be dumped into a volcano or something.'
'Trust me, the only one I'd dump into a volcano would be you.' He pointed at Moordryd.
Moordryd cringed.
'You still haven't answered my question.'
'Oh, sorry! Well, it's set in...'
There was a slight flash, and the author was wearing a tam o' shanter, a kilt and a matching sporran. For some reason, he'd also acquired an accent.
'...Ye Old Scotland, around the tenth century.'
Parm moaned.
'Do we have to wear THAT?' He pointed at the kilt.
'Nae, ye doon't, because they have nae been invented yet.'
Artha looked slightly disappointed.
'I was looking forward to not wearing any underpants.'
'You...disturb...me.' said Kitt, and backed away.
'Enough o' me blabberin' on!' said the author, and everything dissolved in tartan.

TO BE CONTINKERISED...

hehehe...I'm studdying Macbeth at the moment, so I'll know what's going on! :P

I do believe that I have just peed my pants in laughter..... :lol: :lol:

OMFG!!!!! *can't breath* AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHA!!!

AHHAHAHAHAH!!! *dies*

MACBETH! *gets electrocuted* XD

Have you ever read "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare"? It's a parody of all the Shakespeare plays.

It's still as insane as ever!

Yay! More randomness! :D I like how you've written this one, it seems to give more room for author randomness, which you seem to be quite good at. ;)

The bowl of tulips thing is from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, right?

Jajaja, jajaja. JAJAJAJA

Very well.

:D :D :D

Hahahaha.. This lookes like it will be a barrel of laughs :P :lol: I like it so far. Keep going. :)

Act 1

Scene 1

In a pineapple under the-wait, no.
In a secret luna-wait, no, that's not right either.
In a desolate place-YES!

In a desolate place, in Scotland, there was heaps of thunder. And lightning. And Crazy Frog Adverts. Well, there would have been Crazy Frog Adverts, had he not been born from the infernal pit of Jamster in 2004, and not in the tenth-century, fortunatly for them.
There were three witches. Did I tell you there were three witches? Well, there were. Or are. I mean were. It is unsure if they were really witches or not, because no-one had ever weighed them against a duck. And, as everybody knows, ducks float. As everybody knows, ducks float because they are made of wood. As the author knows, he better start the story before he gets sued for stealing the joke.
Two were human. The other was a dragon.
'When shall we three meet again?' asked Witchianis. 'In thunder, lightning, or in rain?'
'Well,' said Pyrrah, for whom I cannot be bothered to think of a witchy name. 'I'd rather meet in sunshine. SUPER MARIO SUNSHINE!' (blatant advertisement)
'Unfortunatly for you,' pointed out Witchianis. 'We can only meet in thunder, lightning, or rain. The script demands it.'
'Ah, whatever. When the hurly-burly'd done, when the battle's lost and won.'
'That will be the ere of the sun.' said SparklyPropheci.
'What the heck is the ere of the sun?' demanded Witchianis and Pyrrah.
'I dunno.'
'Ah.'
'Where's the place?' asked Witchianis.
'Upon the heath.' replied Pyrrah.
'There to meet with MacArtha.' said SparklyPropheci.
There were three noises from somewhere. None of them, fortunatly enough, was a text message from an Australian cricketer. They were the witches familiars.
Meow.
'I come, Greymalkin.' said Witchianis.
Croak.
'Paddock calls.' This was Pyrrah.
A ring ding ding ba da ding ding ding...
'Don't ask.' said SparklyPropheci.
'Fair is foul, and foul is fair.' they all chanted. 'Hover through the foul and filthy air.'
With that, they flew off, startling a nearby earwig, who became a Scientologist on account of it.
After a while, the voice of SparklyPropheci came through the mist.
'Damn air pollution.'

Scene 2

Near Forres, the current King of Scotland, Dunword, had set up camp because of the rebellious MacVociferous, who had recruited Vikings for no apparent reason other than their ships, because he wanted to upgrade his rather outdated ship for one of the incredibly sexy looking Viking ships.
There was lots of alarum, which is like alarm only drunk, as evidenced by the 'rum' part.
Wordcan, Moorcolm, Donaldphist and Lanceox were alaruming. In came one of the captains of the army, who was bleeding. A lot. So was his blue horse. Fortunatly they were not probably going to die.
'What bloody man is this?' said Wordcan. 'He can report...yadda yadda yadda. OK, you, what happened?'
Moorcolm piped up.
'This is the sergeant who fought against my captors. Here's the twenty bucks.'
'You want the long version or the short version?' asked the captain.
'Hmmm...Long version please.'
'Doubtful it stood,
As two spent swimmers that do stick together,
And choke their ar-'
'Wait, cut the crap, I want the short version.'
'OK, long story short, we were all tired, and we would have been beaten if MacArtha hadn't gone and kicked a-'
'I get the picture.' said Wordcan, and walked off stage.
There were a couple of shouts of 'WHY CAN'T I KILL HIM?!'

---TO BE CONTINUED

(Giggles) Oh man, this is just...strange. Update soon!

Oh. My. Gawd. So. Good.

Trying a parody for Macbeth, eh? ;)

It's a good thing I studied the drama two years back in school, so I know what's gonna happen in the later part of the drama (parody). :P

I'm impressed with both scenes. Really funny, too. :lol: :lol: :lol:

Keep updating the story! I'm giving you my full support! :)

Another chappie!!! Wooot!!! And the best part is, I haven't read MacBeth at all!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN!!! Yeah man! :lol: :D :lol:

MACBE - *anvil falls on her* XD

I only know Macbe - *arrow'd* from TCWoWS, a parody, and there wasn't that much, but I do know there's an untimely ripped from his mother's womb character Macduff. Who's Macduff in here?

I haven't decided yet. Moordryd has a role already. I'm thinking of whacking Cain into the role of MacDuff.

Sorry about the lack of updates, I've just been busy with stuff and all. here's another chapter.

CHAPTER 3

Act 1

Scene 2

After everything was settled out between Dunword (he pointed out that 'Wordcan' is a crappy name) and the author, the scene continued as normal.
Dunword pulled out his copy of the script, and instantly became VERY ANGRY.
'Do I really have to praise Art-I mean, MacArtha?' he asked.
The author (who shall go by the moniker of SD, for simplicity) nodded.
Dunword sighed.
'Very well. O valient cousin, worthy gentlemen. How I dearly wish to kill him.'
'OK, well, he basically owned everybody,' continued the captain. 'And there's a whole lot of crap here that is basically irrevelant to the plot...'
Dunword held up a hand.
'Skip that, otherwise the whole thing will be coloured purple, PURPLE LIKE YOUR DOOM!!!!!!!!! A HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
He calmed down.
'Oh, sorry.'
To the captain:
'Go see a surgeon. You're staining my dress with your blood.'
The captain shuffled off.
Rosspyr and Rivgus entered.
Dunword turned around.
'Who the hell are you?'
'It's the worthy thane of Ross, or wherever the crap that is.' said Moorcolm.
'What haste looks through his eyes!' spouted Lanceox. 'So should he look, that seems to speak strange.'
'God save the king.' said Rosspyr.
'Ha! It'll take more than a god to save THIS king!' cackled a female voice from offstage.
Everyone cocked their heads in the direction of the voice.
'You know,' began Moorcolm. 'I swear that that voice sounded like Sk-'
'NO!!!!' screamed the voice. 'IT DIDN'T SOUND LIKE SKYLII!!!! OR ANYONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!'
'Ah' said Moorcolm, relieved that he was incorrect. 'What's next in the script?'
'Well.' said Rosspyr. 'We go and have some more blah about how damn awesome MacArtha is and how Norway is evil and all. And how noble MacArtha has won what the Thane of Cawdor lost, so bascially, just lots of crap.'
They stood around for a little more.
'We still have loads to fill up.' pointed out Rivgus. 'What should we do?'
Lanceox had an idea.
'THE MACARENA!!!!1!' he yelled.
Everyone sighed.
'Fine.' conceded Donaldphist. 'But who's going to be the girl singer?'
All eyes fell upon Moorcolm.

LMAO! :D You gotta love it!

*cackles* awesome!

Super Mario Sunshine pwns. XD

So does the Macarena. And behold, I dominate the randomness once again. :lol:

I should do a parody of Hamlet.

YEAH!!! Update!! ^_^ So good, even if it is a parody. But heck, everybody loves parodies!!! ^_^

:D :D Those are the funniest for me.

Keep on updating, SD. I love this parody... :lol:

SD: Welcome back to the fourth instalment of the popular Madness of Dragon City series! I apologise for the lack of updates, which can be attributed to:
a) general laziness
b) I Would Walk Five Hundred Miles (shameless advertising)
c) lack of time
Needless to say, I shall update right now.
Everyone: HOORAY!
Moordryd: Awww, why are we in script form again?
SD: Because I said so (firebends).
Moordryd: Ooooh, shiny.
SD: Now on with the show! And just for you fangirls, introducing...ARTHA!
Artha: (walks in)
Artha's Shirt: (is absent)
Artha: (has a six-pack)
Hunter: (screams)
LF: Awwww, I wanna see Parm shirtless!
SD: Too bad for you, I was limited to one (1) and only one case of fanservice in this chaper.
LF: (pouts)
SD: Look, if I ever do a Skyland Madness fic, it shall have Cortes with no shirt, m'kay?
LF: *bounces*
SD: Now, just before the chpater starts, I'd like to give a shout out to Skylii, who's birthday is today, and being the Queen of Randomness she is, it's only deserving that I do this! (hurls a stingray in Skylii's direction)
Skylii: Argh!


Chapter: (actually begins)

A heath...OF DOOM!

Witchianis: Where the **** have you been, sis?
Pyrrah: Killing swine. I need no reason. Mwahaha.
SparklyPropheci: Really, where were you?
Pyrrah: (sighs) This sailor's wife refused to give me any chestnuts, and she drove me off the bend, so I went and gave her hubby sea-sickness.
Witchianis: Lookie, I have a pilot's thumb.
Everyone else: Ewwwwwww.
Drums: (within)
SparklyPropheci: Lookie, here comes Mac-Oh wait, that's Mel Gibson.
Drums: (again)
SparklyPropheci: Look, here comes MacA-oh, it's just David Tennant.
Brightclaw: (screams and jumps on David Tennant)
David Tennant: Argh!
Drums: (again)
SparklyPropheci: Not aga-wait, this time it IS MacArtha.
All Three: ZEEKY BOOGY DOOG!
(Enter MacArtha and Parmquo)
MacArtha: Such foul and fair a day I have not seen, except for that weird day when Moordryd broadcast that Paris Hilton video across the city in a fiendish attempt for domination.
Parmquo: Hey, witches! And they have beards!
Witches: OK, seriously, what the F-(They feels their faces) Aaaargh!
MacArtha: Speak, dammit.
Witchianis: Look, buster, first you'll be Thane of Glamis-
Pyrrah: Then Thane of Cawdor-
SparklyPropheci: And then the King of Scotland!
Parmquo: Look, why would he want to be king of this stupid little place anyway?
SD: (in Celtic warrior paint and kilt) RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!! (kills)
Parmquo: GAK!
Parm fans: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SD: He insulted the home of my ancestors!
LF: That's still no reason! (airbends)
SD: GAK!
MacArtha: You just killed the author! Now the story can't go on!
LF: Damn...
Mari: (transforminates)
Giant Robot Mari: (stomps)
LF: GAK!
Youngster: Hi! I like shorts! They're comfy and easy to wear!
Mari: Oh crap, the entire cast is dead!
MacArtha: I'm not!
Mari: (shoots Artha) Now you are. Oh crap! The entire cast is dead! Now wha-(realisation that she is the only living cast member)Oh CR-
Hundred Ton Weight: (falls on Mari)
Mari: GAK!

IS THIS THE END?!

*happy crying* I....I-I-I-I-I'm in the MoDC again! :eep: ^_^ :wub: And this time I destroyed everything!! This was an early Birthday present, wasn't it? :rolleyes: :D Hehehe, gotta give ya grief, Silver!

Great job, like always! And It's great to see them back in script again! YAY SCRIPT!!! :P ^_^

So funny..cant breathe ^_^ :lol:

My comment is simple; lol.

You border on politically incorrect, SD. Lucky you're so damn cute about it. :P

MOORDRYD! you don't need that twerp, your fangirls will take over the city for you!
Ooh, SD, you watch avatar too? Bending rules!
If there's a next chappie, can I be in it? *does Lance's opuppy eyes* come on?"

Heeeey, you were in the first one with your evil newts! :rolleyes: Geez, don't get greedy! :D :P

*dies* Tee hee! That rocks. :D

And I'll pay you if you do that. :P

XD What, you gonna pay to also have artwork of it done too? :rolleyes: :plot:

Anyways, I just had a thought as to why I went into a psycho-evil-giant robot: I want the story to go on and if Silver Dragon were killed.... :eep: :faint:

:D Cookie for your funny greatness! :cookie:

Is this all or are you gonna post more SD?

Where's the explosion? ^_^ :lol:

I guess that's the end of it. :P And MacArtha isn't going to be a king anytime soon. :lol: ^_^ (Or is it... :unsure: )

Anyway, good story SD. Hope there's a way to revive those characters, otherwise the other supporting characters might have to replace them and act out as two different characters at the same time. :D :lol:

This story is too funny to end now! ^_^ ^_^ ^_^

Taya [Healer Henchman]: Aaah, how it feels good to get out and away from all those n00bs who continually plague me...

FLASHBACK

N00b: OMG REZREZREZREZREZREZREZREZ.

END FLASHBACK

Taya [Healer Henchman]: But now I'm away from all that, and...(notices mass of dead people) Ah, for Dwanya's sake! (resurrects everyone)
Weredragon: Hey, doesn't that mean you're dead?
Taya [Healer Henchman]: Crap. GAK!
Artha: Yay! I'm alive!
Everyone else: WE'RE ALIVE TOO! (cheer)
Taya [Healer Henchman]: A little help here?

A DARK CAVE OF MYSTERY

Mysterious figure: No my plan has failed! i must wait here and see how things turn out, if my plan to rule the world is to work...AHAHAHA.

HEATH OF DOOM

SparklyPropheci: So, yeah, that's what's going to happen over the course of this story.
MacArtha: Sweet! King of Scotland!
Parmquo: Sounds cool.
Witchianis: And now...look! A distraction!
MacArtha: Where?
Withces: (poof)
MacArtha: Hey! There's no-hey, where'd they go?
SD: Bad news, guys. I can't find my copy of MacBeth.
MacArtha: Awww, but we were having fun.
SD: While I find it, enjoy this little trailer of something to expect in the future.

TRAILER

Preview: This trailer has been rated N for Nonsensical.
Big Titles: From the producers who brought you 'The Madness of Dragon City'...
Moordryd: (looks at Artha)
Big Titles: Comes a tale of two racers...
Artha: (looks at Moordryd)
Big Titles: Who checked every draconium stat.
Moordryd: Get in the tent!
Big Titles: But the one they forgot...was love.
Artha: (hugs Moordryd)
Kitt: YOU NEVER EVEN USE THAT THRUSTER GEAR!!!!
Big Titles: A truth they couldn't deny!
Moordryd: I wish I knew how to quit you!
Somewhat smaller titles: Artha Penn...Moordryd Paynn...
Larger titles: BROKEBACK BOOSTER. Coming soon!

Yesss! ^_^ Knew they'd be back somehow!

lol, i love that part!

Yay!! We aren't dead! But where am I?!?! :unsure: :faint:

Great job on the update, like always, SD!! :wub:

Nice! :) Hope the story can continue on...

Hah! That's old textbook get-away method. It's amazing some people can still get fooled by that. :poof: :D

Aiiieee!! :faint: :faint:

*Dies* Brokeback Booster...we all knew that was going to happen someday!

Is this fic ever gonna be updated? :P

One day, it will. Hey, why not RIGHT NOW?!

---
SD: HEY EVERYONE! I FOUND MY COPY OF MACBETH!!!!!
Everyone: OH NO-I mean, YAY!
SD: NOW WE CAN ON WITH THE STORY!!!! MAAAAAAAAAHO-MUUUUUUUUUUUSHIIIII!!!!!

MacArtha: Your kids'll be kings.
Parmquo: YOU are going to be king.
Both: WE RULE!!!1!
(Rivgus and Rosspyr enter)
Rivgus: I hate these stupid names.
Rosspyr: Me too.
Rivgus: Why don't we change them?
SD: Wish granted.
Sound Effects: POOF!!!
The-entity-formerly-known-as-Rivgus-but-now-named-Sango: What the?
The-entity-formerly-known-as-Rosspyr-but-now-named-Barney: Our names are all silly! And different!
SD: Well, you wanted them to be changed.
Sango & Barney: BUT NOT TO THESE!
SD: Hey, you never specified anything.
Sango & Barney: Grrrr.
SD: Now, now, inferior beings, we have a play to get on with.
Sango: Drat.
SD: Adios, amoebas! (vanishes)

MEANWHILE

Mysterious Glowing Being: ahahahaa! i HaVE gained my full strehgt! NOw i Can emerge from my lair nad TALKEOVERHTWOQWKRLD!!!!! mwahahahahwyWUHUA!!!!

ELSEWHERE

SD: Yawn...this story is boring me. I'll just abruptly stop right now.

Yesh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 :lol: