YouTube Ate Me (and titles go in all-caps)

"So, where've you been Kelly!"
What, I'm not Kelly! Kelly's a boys name. At least it is in the UK, where that tiny little Barbie is known as Shelly. The first time I saw that I had no idea why the cloths said Shelly on the back. I thought Toys R Us was selling a weird off-brand.

"Well, enough about you Kelly."
I told you, my name's not Kelly. Kelly is a boys name, and I'm clearly a girl. Never mind the fact that I'm speaking in a girl-pretending-to-be-a-guy-with-a-mock-British-accent voice. Good great goshness and all that. Cherio. That's what I want for breakfast. Cherrios.

"Kelly...."
I'm hungry, dang it. And what've I told me about writing when I'm hungry! Well, actually nothing. But that's entirely besides the point! What've you been up to, also not Kelly?

"Oh, I just had a life altering event that you can't follow..."
Swallow.
"What?"
I can't swallow. I could follow it, you see. But I can't swallow it.
"No, Kelly. You can't follow."
Are you saying I can't handle it? Is it TOO MUCH for me?! Is that it!? Huh, huh, HuuuuUUUUUHHHHH?!!!
"......................"

"You should go eat if your hungry."
You're right.....

INTERVENTION - I mean -MISSION!
Wait, does that mean that the intermission is out to save something? Or maybe it's in the middle of something? Like inter-mission. The middle of the mission. In the middle of the mission they took a break. Yeah.
BE QUITE and EAT!

Commercial

Kevin: Jessie.... when're we gonna be a chums again?
Jessie: I'd say when the I wins the girl.
Jessie rides off on his too-cool-for-you motorcycle.
Narrator: In a place where a couple guys lived.

Kevin lies in bed.
Kevin: Deity..... If you really give a care.
Narrator: In time of something lacked hope.
Kevin: Maybe you could help us forget the girl a little.
Narrator: ....... I forgot my lines......
Kevin: I'd really like.... to be a chums again.

Sports announcer on a mike: Modern and fantasy collide, and the plot is blown!
Enter the music they use in every Aristocats commercial.

Guy in fantasy garb: Just call me Alison!
Kevin stares.
Alison: No believes that's my real name but you.
Announcer: (Tone of disbeleif) How did he get here!

Kevin talks to Gary.
Kevin: This guy came out of nowhere and he picked up somebody's car.
Gary: Great a psycho-guy!

Jessie in a well-dressed room, talking to a girl.
Jessie: I felt some kind of power coming from somewhere. It must've been that shiny thing I found inside that cave.
Narrator: Oh, yeah! They give the world...."
Alison flashes a debonaur smile while riding a bicycle...
Narrator: Something to believe in....
and he crashes into a lamp-post.
Narrator: Or laugh at.

A crowd of people sit in assembly in front of a well dressed Jessie, who stands on a stage.
Jessie: You can call it magic...
Alison: I won't work for anyone but a certain Evil Lord.
Jessie: You can call it strength...
Gary: That goes for me too.
Jessie: You can call it whatever you like.
Kevin: Wait, what?

A guy and a girl stand outside on the street.
Guy: We need some kind of clue.
Girl: I'll go ask that guy, okay? (pointing to Kevin)

Dramitic words come flying out of nowhere with a dramatic pounding and that music from the Narnia commercials, completely overtaking Everybody Wants To Be A Cat.

Blog: The Movie

Commercial end

Bawhahah-hoho. BWaaaaaa!
"Oh, knock it off, Kelly. What is it?"
Sniff. We don't have any Cherrios. I had to eat Rice Che-he-he-he-hex! Ah-ha-ha. (PS, the crying not laughter.) Boohoohoohoo.
"Oh, stop it! You're making my mock-British accent thicker. I can't stand it when you get this way."
And I can't stand it when you call me Kelly. If you call me Kelly again, I'm gonna have to do something painful to you.
"Kelly." She said with a flat tone and annoyed expression, as she shot me de-

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