Note from Macky, the author:

I haven't been keeping up with N Sync much, so forgive the lack of knowing much. Dani and Chris broke up? Geesh, where have I been.. anyway, little details(or big details) may be off... way off. Sorry about that. My disclaimer is simple. Don't know them, don't hate them(I have moments where they piss me off though, but I don't wish any harm to any of those guys) this didn't happen(to my knowledge....) and it allll came from my mind. Scary scary scary. Ok, I know I'm probably forgetting something in this... oh yes, I'm sure all of the 'teenyboppers' have somewhat disappeared, but I'll say it anyway: If you are in love with Justin; If you think Lance doesn't get freaky on the side; If you think Joey.. well, we all know he isn't innocent >:); If you think JC only lets air and his fingers up his nose; If you think you'll marry Chris; If you think the boys don't cuss... don't read this. Trust me, you won't like it. :) For those who do read: If you don't like Snakes, Alligators/Crocodiles, cussing, sex related stuff(not much) and alchohol, then you won't like this. Also, I don't own any of these characters, and everything mentioned here that is a show, tv station, song, etc is copyright to whoever it belongs to. That's all...

Without further Ado(or whatever hehe), "How the 'Fro was no 'Mo"

Justin Timberlake, dream boy of all girls under 16, sex freak of all above 16. He had everything a girl could ever want: Blue eyes, full lips, strong body, good dance moves, beatboxing skills, break dancing... his voice, 'personality'.... but the Fro took the cake. Girls would stay up all hours of the night day dreaming of running their hands through his afro. The smell of a ton of gel that was replaced everyday, the curliness of it, -fake sigh-. But one day, shock ran throughout the world:

Justin's 'Fro wasn't there no 'mo.

Thousands to millions of girls mourned the loss of this tragedy. They knew it couldn't get worse. Some girls even started a campaign to Save The Fro... but all hope seemed lost as Justin's shaved head kept making appearances. The stories of how the fro was lost is endless, some saying Britney tore it out after finding a groupie in his bunk, some say he simply shaved it. But it has to be more complex than that...

And it is. Legend- and a little birdie friend of mine - has it that it didn't take place in good ole' Tennesee, or even on their tour bus. No, not at all. It all took place Down Under...

In effort to keep promoting the over-exposure N Sync has recently been making, managers have been booking them non-stop. Lollipops, Candy, Lip Gloss, Barbie and Ken dolls, Clothing, and the like were flooding on shevles everywhere. Movie deals, headlines and posters made it impossible to go a day without hearing or seeing the name N Sync. Managers always made the right move: Interviews, MTV/VH1/MuchMusic festivities, Late night talk shows.... but they wanted to push it. A call to Animal Planet changed it all...... forever.

-back when the fro was still there, yo.-

An old, hardly-put-together private jet shakily glided across the sky. 
Inside of it were Pilots, Flight Attendants and Five men in an 
overly-popular singing group, accompanied by five hand-held recording 
cameras and photography cameras. This is already starting out crazy. The 
plane has no air conditioning, leaving the boys left to an old, rusting fan 
that hardly gave any air.

Joey: Holy shit, it's hot in here! *swipes at sweaty fore-head, somewhat 
panting like a dog*

Lance: Um, yeah, and when did you start to realize this? We've only been on 
the plane for five God Damned hours! *grunts and continues to read his 
contracts*

*The other four boys stare in shock at Lance, who throws the contracts 
down.*

Lance: What!?!?

Justin: Whoa, check dis out, 'bro. Look, ah know ah be perfect, but sumtimes 
the perfect can get cunfused, word. Ain't yoo a Chris- Chrisshun, ah...

Joey: Christain

Justin: What he sayed? Yo?

Lance: *furrows eyebrows* Fump you. Fump you all! *grabs contracts and 
marches into the bathroom, muttering curse words.*

*silence*

Joey: *whispering softly in a sympathetic tone* He's on his male period. 
*The others say Ohhh and nod their heads.*

*JC stares outside of the window, mouth open with drool and everything. 
Chris notices this.*

Chris: Oh My God! How'd Jerome get on this plane!?!

JC: *snapping to* Jerome!?! Where are you sweet Jerome!?!!

Chris:*smirking* You suck. What you been on today?

JC: *muttering, returning to the window* Nothing, I took some Zoloft 
though... and I feel like it made me depressed. I thought it calmed you 
down. *Weird out there gaze in his eyes*

*Chris attempts to say something, but JC soon jumps up and down on the seat 
and begins singing "Like A Virgin"*

Justin: *to himself* Dayum, dese peoplez be weirder den evah. *speaking into 
voice-recorder* Mah therapist be sayin dat dis thang be good fo re-leesing 
mah inner emoshuns, so ah suppose ah'll giv it a try, knowhatawmsayin? 
*silence*. So, ah banged Britney like a hammer with a nail last nite. 
*silence*. Just kiddin, foo. Dat bitch be wantin ta save herself or sum 
shit, like da media be buyin' it. *silence*. Yah. Well, da therapist wants 
meh to be sayin shit into dis everyday about mah days in da outback, which 
is weird because ah usually just eat at outback. Therapists are dumasses. 
Anyway, shit, dis day done sucked Lance's ass. *long silence* Man, dis whole 
message done sucked. Welp, ah be's fixin' ta land sumwhere. Latah like a 
gaytah, they said dere'd be lots'a dem where we're goin. *turns it off*

*After a damn-near impossible landing, a throwing up JC, a pissed off Lance, 
and the other guys just staying quiet, they made it safely to their hotels. 
A call from their manager soon came through.*

Joey: Hello- *Lance quickly grabs the phone*

Lance: Idiots! Fuckin idiots! You guys have no clue what it was like to be 
stuck in a stupid ass-sucking plane for five hours with a bunch of idiots I 
wouldn't trust with a spoon! Where are we!?! *starts crying* Look, I, I just 
don't know why we're here. I'm so so so tired and confused, and... *takes a 
moment before throwing the phone at Justin, knocking him upside the head. 
Justin cussesand then finally figures out why they're there. Clicking the 
phone off, her sits the guys down to listen*

Justin: We be here ta shoot some episodes of me and mah band wif da 
crock-oh-dial huntah. Den we be goin' out into da safari place thang and 
takin pics of shit and acting like we're having the time of our lives 
goofing off. *The others nod*. Yah, well, we start tomorroe, yo. 
Gitchaselves lotsa sleep. Word. Peace to yah brothuh

*They sleep peacefully. Morning comes and they all get dressed. Lance is in 
Steve Irwin-type shorts and shit, a hat and sunglasses. Everyone else is the 
same, except for JuJu who insists on wearing an ugly ass maroon and brown 
polka dotted FuBu jersey and ugly green pants*I hate how the guys dress 
nowadays, well, all their career actually, couldn't resist making fun of it 
:)*

*At the location, the guys all do what they were told, act like they had 
fun. They got some somewhat good pictures of Giraffes, Zebras, Hippos, and 
Cheetahs. Justin got some good shots of himself.*

Chris: Man, this is just like making the video when we had cameras!

*Macky realizes this takes place back before Justin had a jail hair cut, and 
then makes up for her mistake*

Joey:*confused* What the hell you talkin about? We never did that.. you been 
sniffin' JC's stuff again?

Chris: *scowls* I did -not- sniff JC's balls, man! That's just nasty!

Joey: No no no no no, man, I meant his-

Chris: Didn't sniff his dick either! Man, Joey, I know you're a perv but God 
damn! *Grabs his camera and walks to the others, leaving a confused Joey to 
think about what just happened*

*The guys got a good nights sleep and got ready for the next morning, where 
they would meet Crocodile Hunter himself, Steve Irwin*I'm in love with that 
show, by the way*

Justin: Ah can't beleeve we be doin dis shit, yo! Ah could be tryin ta git 
wit Britney's feminine parts rite now, nowhatawmsayin?!! Dayum it!

Lance: Oh piss off Justin! Damnit! You guys are such assholes to me! *breaks 
down crying* I hate male periods! I hate them! *Joey comforts him and offers 
him some candy bars, which Lance gobbles down without a second thought. Then 
he begins his belly-gut lecture on how he was gaining weight*

*Steve Irwin comes in holding a nonvenomous snake. He smiles at the guys and 
says his hellos, returned with a chorus of the same.*

Steve: Now what I thought we'd do is simply go out to the Crocs and get some 
shots and scenes with them. Maybe I'll let one of you hold a younger one. 
*The guys shift uncomfortably. Yes, even JC who wasn't high* And then we'll 
go hunt for venomous snakes. *The boys shift again, especially Justin*. 
Right then, let's get to it. When I'm dealing with the big crocs, stay out 
of the way. One wrong move and WOOSH! *clamps his arms and hands together 
imitating a croc's movements* Yer a gonah! *The guys' eyes are wide, they 
nod slowly.* Same with the snakes, stay back at all times until the snake if 
securely with me. *He grabs the boa that is hanging around his neck and 
walks to another room, the guys following. A brief tour of some of the 
injured animals and some pets took place, and finally they got to meet Big 
Momma and Papa animals.*

Steve: Now, stay back. This is Bhendi(not sure if that's right). She's a 
mean one, she is. *Does the crazy thing he does and gets close, the croc 
attacks and he swiftly makes it away. Chris is recording this since Stever 
was busy hitting on some chick in New York.*

Steve: Right then, woo! She almost got me! What a beauty! Woo woo! Let's get 
the younger ones. *walks away and returns with an adolescent croc, mouth 
taped shut. Walking over to Lance, he promptly places it in his hands.*

Lance: Holy shit! *drops the croc, allowing it to run free.* God damnit! 
*Jumps up and down like a housewife who has discovered a mouse in her 
kitchen. Lance crawls up Joey's body until he's on his shoulders screaming. 
Justin joins Lance and Joey colapses. JC and Chris stand with open mouths as 
the Croc hunter attempts to catch it. The big one rushes out of the water 
and corners Steve. The little one is getting away fast. JC and Chris know 
they have to catch it, and one has to save Steve. Chris rushes closer to 
Steve, but is stopped by the hissing of the croc. Squelling, he runs back to 
JC's side.*

Chris: *video camera still rolling* Let's catch the little one! *suddenly 
gains an Austrailian accent and darts after the young one, JC in pursuit.*

Chris: This is one of the most dayngerous of awl of the species. Watch as I 
grab it by its' tail. *hissing sound, Chris screams and drops it. JC rolls 
his eyes and cautiously grabs it by the tail. He lifts it up with boths 
hands and raises it above his head.*

JC: Hell ya! I'm the croc king! *Notices his Leo necklace caught in one of 
the Croc's toes, the croc moves and 'sugar' pours out of it. JC inhales and 
starts to feel all jiggly. His knees wobble and suddenly he's being attacked 
by a thousand marching ants with the head of Bob Dole on them. He screams 
and shoos them away, sobbing hysterically. Chris regains himself and finally 
catches it. By now, Steve is awfully close to death and Joey is 
unconscience. Justin and Lance are trying to find a way to safety and JC is 
spazzing out. Chris suddenly feels a thing called 'daddy hood' and rushes to 
make sure the guys are alright. Of course, he pushes them over the fence... 
with a tug of their hair. He cracks up hysterically and then runs over to 
Steve. He doesn't know what to do. JC is getting closer and closer to the 
water, chasing off things Chris couldn't see. JC ends up knocking against a 
shovel, and it lands on the Croc, he tears it up and returns to the water. 
Steve is wide-eyed.*

*The next day and many boasting conversations with Chris, they found 
themselves in the desert. Searching for snakes. Nothing happened so they 
went home. Then, the next day(again), they're back to the crocs.*

Steve: Each of you are assigned to study a dangerous animal. Joey, you and 
Lance study the Cobras. JC and Chris, study the Gila Monsters(venomous 
lizards). Justin, you and I go to the Crocs. *Justin gulps and accepts.*

*Steve is busy cleaning up something while Justin becomes brave and goes to 
the water. He peers in and smiles smugly.*

Justin: *talking into recorder* Shit, dis shit be easy. Dis therapist of 
myne is a dumbass. But she gives good head. So anyway, dis is what is 
happenin, awm staring into a water filled thang wif Crocodials in em. Shit, 
big dumbass animals. Hell, dey can nevah hurt meh, JRT, caz awm just dat 
damn good! yah baybee! *thrust* yah! *ten foot croc lunges forward and grabs 
Justin by the hair. Justin screams, the recorder drops and Justin's world 
goes black. He wakes up in a bedroom, feeling a lot of pain on his head.*

*Steve and the guys all surround his bed.*

Justin: What da fuck happened?

Lance: *reluctantly* You got bit by a crocodile, you dipshit. Half of your 
hair is gone. Now all of it is, I shave it off.

Justin: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

*Justin ends up being knocked out the whole trip back to America. He still 
attends therapy sessions and still talks into his recorder. He now can't 
sleep at night and insists on a nightlight with a unicorn and a cloud. Chris 
has to tuck him in and inspect his room, making sure no crocodiles are in 
there. The show was canceled and never put on air.*

But that's just legend.

-end-

*if ya'll liked that way-too-long story, then maybe I'll make a sequel. I 
already got the plot, so if the girls of NJEF would like, I'll write it.*