Once upon a time there were four young men; they were called...The Knightkees!!
"HOLD IT!!"
One of The Knightkees, named George, rips through the scenery and looks at The Narrator.
"I've told you not to do that!" Shouted the Narrator. "Backgrounds are expensive!"
George shrugged and some men put up a new background.
"What seems to be the problem?" Ask the Narrator.
"We."
"We?" Ask the Narrator, interrupting.
Then three more young men tear through the background.
"Sorry we're late." Said The Knightkee named Michael.
"That's okay Mike, we're just chatting. Or should I say HE is chatting."
"First of all know that you guys are paying for that!" Yelled the Narrator, meaning that they have to pay for the damages. "And you can't call him Mike, it's Michael."
"You're not his Mother; you can't decide what his name is." Said The Knightkee named David.
"Hi, I'm Micky." Said George holding out his hand to The Knightkee named Peter.
"Glad to meet you, I'm Pete." Said Peter. Peter turned around and shook hands with David.
"Hi, I'm Pete." He said with a dimpled smile.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Davy. Have you met Mike?"
"No, I don't think I have. Nice to meet you."
They all shook each other's hands.
"I don't believe you've met the Narrator." Said David.
"Hi, nice to meet you." George said as he held out his hand to shake The Narrator's hand.
"Hi, nice to...Will you guys stop that!" The Narrator shouted. "We gotta do the story!"
"We're just waiting for you." Said Michael. "We're ready when you're ready."
The Narrator tried to calm down. 'I wish Tory didn't write me this way.' The Narrator thought to himself. 'She loves torturing me'.
"We're ready." Called out George. "And remember, we gotta start at the beginning."
"Okay." Said the Narrator, still trying to stay calm. "Get to your places, I need to go lie down."
"See you later shot-gun." Said Michael as the Narrator left to see his psychiatrist.