Randy: Wait a minute, so you're writing a fanfic about being stuck in a TV show. You mean Norisville's not real?! You're saying it's a cartoon!?

Me: No duh genius.

Randy: wow. Wow, that changes a lot.

Me: Can I just write the story now?

Randy: Yeah, sure.

Me: 'sighs angrily'

This is story of an average fan of the TV show Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja named Kayla (BTW: that is not my name) who's life is changed forever on a perfectly normal day...

I sit slumped on the couch, a piece of toast on a plate next to me, a can of Coke and the TV remote in my hand. It's one of those days when there is absolutely nothing on TV. My eyes read the title of the programme on each channel.

"Nope," I say to myself as I read more,"Nope... Nope... Nope... Nope... Nope - ugh! You would think that they would have at least something on! I'll watch bowling I'm so desperate!" I cry in anguish.

I continue surfing until I reached the cartoon channels. At least these will have something the slightest bit entertaining at minimum.

I browse each channel."Nothing here...or here...or - aha!" I exclaimed with glee. "Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja! How bruce is my timing?" I watch this show so much I've started speaking the Norisville-slang. I can also recite almost every line from previous episodes. I don't know wether to think of that as sad or impressive. All my friends think that I'm totally obsessed with the show but, hey, it's awesome. And there's nothing not to like about it. So I stay on the channel until the show starts.

"Adverts," I commentate as ads flash by,"More adverts...more adverts...more adverts - finally!"

The opening runs and I take a big bite out of my piece of toast.

"Dish ish gonna be good," I say with my mouth full when I see the sign at the bottom of the screen saying 'brand new'. I take a slurp from the Coke and put the can down next to the TV remote on the arm rest.

The episode starts with Randy in the Nomicon, trying to figure out how to do the skill it's teaching him. Classic Randy.

"OK Nomicon. Traveling through different dimensions to surprise my enemies sounds bruce but its pretty hunkin' hard!" He says. Aw, what I wouldn't give to travel through dimensions.

The Nomicon sends a gush of wind that knocks Randy over. Hah! Classic Nomicon.

"Alright alright. I'll try it again!" He gets to his feet and stretches his arms out, palms facing out.

"Focus Randy, focus..." He says to himself and brings his arms up over his head like he's in the tree-pose for yoga.

I wonder if he realizes how shoobtastic he looks. Well at least he isn't tossing chickens this time.

Randy then lowers his arms to in front of him and moves them forward like he's pushing something invisible. Then in front of him, a glowing blue portal appears.

"Shweet!" he says happily.

Suddenly, my dog barks loudly and I jump with shock and knock my can of soda over, the contents spilling over the remote.

I glare at my dog, who's standing on the far side of the lounge, barking at the floor.

"What the juice? I'm trying to watch Randy Cunningham here!" I shout at him.

He looks up at me for a second but goes back to yapping at the tiles. I sigh and hide my face in a pillow. Stupid dog!

I here a snap and a crackle and look up from the cushion. The remote that the Coke spilt on is sparking.

"No no no no no!" I cry. If I've broken this remote, my dad will kill me! I hurriedly try to dry the fizzy drink off with the corner of my shirt. My dog stops barking, whimpers and dashes out of the room.

"Yeah, you better run." I say angrily. But then I realize why he ran out. The very TV itself is sparking blue sparks.

"Oh. No. This is bad." I sit frozen to the spot.

All of a sudden, the lights in the room sizzle with the same sparks and then they turn off completely.

"This can't be happening. Please tell me I'm dreaming. Can Coke really do this?!" I ask, totally petrified.

The TV screen goes blank but a few seconds later a swirling blue portal starts to appear. Just like the one Randy created on the show. To help him travel through dimensions... But that can't be possible! It's a cartoon! I mean, I wish it was real but-

I feel a sudden pull, like the portal is sucking all the air in. Which it is! Papers and lighter objects are first to go. They spiral down into the darkness and disappear from view. Where ever the portal leads, it can't be good. Then the pillows fly away and are sucked in too.

"Nooo! All I wanted was some good TV!" I yell over the roaring sound of the portal.

I feel my legs starting to lift and I grab onto the arm of the sofa. My whole body then lifts clear of the ground and I'm holding onto the couch for dear life. I feel my grip loosening.

"No no no! Don't let go! Don't let go!"

My hands are protesting from the pain and my fingers are cramping. Then my hands let go.

"Noooooo!" I scream as I fly into the blackness of the portal. How could this happen?! Why did this happen?! Why me?!

I close my eyes tight, fearing this was my end. But to my surprise, I feel solid ground under my feet a few seconds later.

"What the juice?-" I say as my eyes flutter open. I realize I'm not in my house anymore. Nope. I'm far from it.

Randy: Hey...she messed up a piece of tech with a drink like I did when I went to see Grave Punchers: The Movie...

Me: except she didn't have McSquiddles with her and she's not half as dough-brained as you

Randy: yeah - hey wait a second!

Me: it's true

Randy: (folds arms)

Me: I'm just gonna do the second chapter now, OK?