A/N: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED . . . Didn't you read the title?

And yet you keep reading.

Just don't say I didn't warn you . . .

So what are you doing reading this fanfiction when I gave you ample warning not to?

I'm going to warn you.

It may be shocking.

It may scare you.

It may give you nightmares.

It might make you laugh so hard you die.

It might even taste really good.

But who can say? Easter candy makes me hyper.

Like many fanfictions, this one starts off with Gabriella and Troy talking at school.

"Troy, what do you think about radios?" Gabriella asked, crossing her eyes.

"I don't like them as much as farm animals," Troy decided.

Gabriella chose to stand on her head as a group of random vegetables entered the room and started to do the Cha-Cha Slide.

Suddenly, there was an announcement on the loud speaker, "School is cancelled for the rest of the day so I can go home and water my dandelions," the principal explained.

"The princi-pal sure is my pal," Troy decided, picking up Gabriella's shoes and dialing Chad's phone number.

"Hey Troy," Chad said, "I'm at my grandma's house and we're sewing quilts!"

"Do you want to hang out with me and Gabriella later?" Troy decided, spitting out the dirt from Gabriella's shoe that had gotten in his mouth.

"Sure . . . can my grandma come?" Chad asked shyly.

"Of course," Troy decided, "Meet me at the mall in one hour and bring a pound of ham and a video camera."

"Hello," Chad said, hanging up the phone.

And so they met at the mall. Gabriella was now parallel to the ground. Troy had brought along a live goat and a scale, and Chad and his grandma brought the ham and the camera.

Troy snatched the ham from Chad and placed it on the scale. He tingled with delight and giggled like the little princess he was because it truly was exactly one pound.

Troy fed the goat the ham, and the three friends (and the grandma!) ate the video camera in peace.

The End!

A/N: Well . . . that was a very happy ending, I know.

If you were scared, I promise to never eat candy again.

But if you liked it . . . should I write another chapter?