A/N: Good grief, Mija's started another story?! You'd think she'd learn by now that people hate it when she slacks off and just starts a million stories she never finishes. But this...this was a stroke of inspiration I started writing in seventh period Language Arts the other day. Seeing as you people liked "Oh, Crap", you should enjoy this as well.
This is in a movie setting, that is it's like a script, and I've cut a million things out that I found boring.
There are two Jennas, Jenna1 and Jenna2. The first is my friend Cyan's fursona, the second is the Jenna we know. Mija is my fursona, and Moon is Claire's. Clash is my fictional cousin. He is a little bit weird in the head.

NOTE: This story will contain a lot of swearing. If you are sensitive to that, I suggest you click the back button.

With that said, let us begin the parody!

Mija: Me

Moon: Claire

Jenna1: Cyan

Clash: A fictional character

MMJ: Everyone but Clash

All: Everyone

Septimus: Ohit'ssuchaprettydayoutsideoohit's11:00inthemorningandI'malreadyonsugarhighanewrecord—

Moon: He was sleeping in and it's 11:00?!

Jenna1: Obviously not a normal teenager.

Mija: Too true.

House Mouse: For the love of god, shut up and take this *&$^ note.

Septimus: Hey, you're supposed to be nice and bring me stuff!

House Mouse: I do one for free, pal. You want the other, you have to pay.

Septimus: *sigh* Here's five bucks. Go buy something.

House Mouse: YAY!

Septimus: I've got an appointment with Marcia?

Mija: Better start writing your will, buddy.

Septimus: Marcia?

Marcia: Yeah, yeah, get your arse in here.

Jenna1: Here come the fireworks.

Septimus: I got your note, Marcia.

Marcia: No duh, genius. Apparently you haven't forgotten how to read.

Moon: Strike one.

Septimus: So what do you need? Cause I wanted to take Spit Fyre and—

Marcia: Don't bitch to me.

Mija: Strike two.

Marcia: I wanted to give you these purple stripe thingies that symbolize your senior apprenticeship, blah blah blah—

Septimus: Yadda yadda oh sweet Jesus make her shut u—WHAT?!

Jenna1: Strike three.

Septimus: STRIPES!! THEY'RE SO SHIIIIIIIINY!!!!

Clash: Let's call the mental facility.

Mija: For you, or him?

Moon: How about both?

Clash: *growls*

Marcia: Take them and go, I have to go shopping.

Septimus: Why are you shopping?

Marcia: Well, duh, we've almost run out of Red Tail Ale.

Septimus: …

All: …

Septimus: …see you, then. *runs away*

Mija: Sad.

Septimus: Hmmm de hmmm, off on Spit Fyre, I wonder how the others are doing? Gosh, it's getting kind of chilly out.

Spit Fyre: Oh, sure, Mr. Geez-I-Think-It's-Cold-Out-Guess-I'll-Turn-The-Heat-Up-A-Notch. Meanwhile, I slowly freeze outside, my spirit dying as my body goes colder and colder before I finally fall in a sea of ice.

All: …

Mija: He sounds like Clash.

Clash: Can it.

Mija: Oooh, are we being snappy-wappy?

Clash: I said SHOVE OFF.

Jenna1: No, you said "Can it."

Clash: *pissed*

Jenna1: …nobody likes a literalist.

Mija: It's okay. You're still our friend.

Barney: Hey, you, kid on the dragon! I've got to give you this Safe-Charm thingy! And I have to hurry, otherwise Plaid Pantry will run out of smokes.

All: …

Mija: How can he like smoking?

Clash: Tried it once, couldn't get that taste out of my mouth.

Moon: Revolting.

Jenna1: Yep.

All: …

Septimus: AAAH! NO!! I'M NOT TAKING YOUR PIECE OF CRAP, YOU FREAKING LITTLE RAT BASTARD!

Barney: Good $#&*, you stupid kid, please take this &%#%*$ note before I whack you over the head with a mallet.

Mija: I wonder where he got the mallet.

Barney: They've got them half price at Home Depot.

Clash: Oh, I've GOT to—

Mija: No shopping, dearest cousin, we're working on a parody.

Clash: *grumble*

Septimus: AAAH! MALLETS! *flies away*

All: …

Barney: …

Barney: ^%$#.