*N Sync & the Terrible Teeny-Boppers

"The...they're fin...fina...finally GONE!" Chris managed to say between gulps of air. Him and the guys (the "guys" being the other members of *N Sync, Joey, Justin, JC, and Lance) had just been involved in "the chase."

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! H-E-E-E-L-P!" JC screamed as he lost control on his rollerblades and ran face first into the wooden fence in front of him. He then stumbled backwards and landed on his butt.

Chris and Justin looked at each other and tried to hold in their laughter. It didn't work, the both busted out in "gales of giggles."

"What? That HURT! Don't laugh! It's NOT funny!" JC protested.

Joey couldn't take it anymore, he also started laughing, but Lance, being the nice guy that he is, helped Joey up. Actually, the only reason he wasn't laughing was becuase he knew what it was like. He wasn't exactly a rollerblading expert, in fact, he was worse than JC!

"Ok, ok, we really need to come up with a way to keep these 'terrible teeny-boppers' away from us...," Justin mumbled in between laughs.

"No kidding, I'm gonna have a major bruise on my butt 'cuz of them!"

"No JC, that's 'cuz you can't skate, don't go blaming someone else for your problems," Chris lectured.

"Problems??? What problems?? Me?? Have problems? Are you crazy or have you just gone mad?? I DON'T have problems, contrary to popular opinion...I mean, it's not MY fault we had twenty teeny-boppers trying to accost us!"

"Yeah, sure JC, considering that the leader od those tenny-boppers was screaming, 'Oh JC! I LOVE you!' Yeah, sure, it's not JC's fault, heavens no!"

"Joey's right, JC. You're not as perfect as you think you are," Lance said with that, "He may not be perfect, but I am" sound in his voice.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Ok, guys...I hate to break this up, but our friends the teeny-boppers have just picked up our scent adn are headed this way," Chris said.

All five guys looked at each other and yelled, "RUN!!!"

And then Justin said, "NO, SKATE!!"

They all looked ahead to see the mad teens running frantically towards them screaming, "AAAH! *N Sync! We love you! JC! JC! JC! I love you!" The other four guys had stopped a few yards back and were laughing so hard that Lance had also found the cement. In fact, so hard were they laughing that they couldn't hear JC's plea for help.

"Guys! Help! Please!? Hey, you! Give me my pants back! Yes, you! Give them back now!"

Suddenly Bob, *N Sync's bodyguard, and two cops came runngin around the corner. They pulled the frantic girls off of JC and shooed them away, along with JC's pants.

JC stood up, not remembering that he was just standing in his purple and pick boxers, and began praising Bob and the cops for saving him from the "horrendous, terrible teeny-boppers."

The cops and Bob just stood staring at JC while the other four guys were hunched over behind him about to die of laugh-attacks. JC stood, dumbfounded as to why everyone was looking at him and laughing, and asked, "What?"

Bob had also started laughing but managed to point at JC's colorful undies. JC looked down and started to blush, but somehow came up with something to say, "What? They took my pants. You gotta problem with it?"

Now, this may seem crazy to you, but hey, it's just another day in the life of *N Sync.