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Author:  hijinks [ Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:27 pm ]
Post subject:  Your challenge, should you choose to accept it...

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Rocky Horror Picture Show and Nancy Drew. The story should use becoming the President as a plot device!

http://kaction.com/badfanfiction/

So, I went to that site, and that was one of the randomized ff scenarios it gave me. Someone needs to write one of these. :P


UPDATE- Here are a few more good ones:
- Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Teletubbies and The O'Reilly Factor. The story should use a malevolent artificial intelligence as a plot device!
- Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Batman and Spongebob Squarepants. The story should use an overdose as a plot device!
- Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Full House and James Bond. The story should use a party as a plot device!

Author:  Patkat [ Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:30 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: Your challenge, should you choose to accept it...

A quick piece written in response to a prompt on that site - A-Team and Matlock crossover, with a birthday party as a plot device. I make no excuses or apologies.

Hannibal sat out on the small deck in the team’s latest hideout, savoring a cigar in the evening air. Inside the dingy Cape Cod home, B.A. and Face played a desultory game of gin rummy. Thus it was that Hannibal was the first member of the A Team to see the young woman approaching. She looked nervous, and clutched her purse to her chest.

“Um, are you Mr. Hannibal?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he replied, removing his cigar. “Is there some sort of problem, miss?”

“Well, I, uh, I was told that you could… help people with unusual problems.”

“Who told you that?” Hannibal asked, leaning forward on the railing. Face emerged from the front door, and smiled at the young brunette.
“Dianne!” he exclaimed. “How are you? Do you still have that problem you told me about at the health club?”

Just then, B.A. appeared behind Face. “What’s going on here?” he grumbled.

Hannibal grinned around his cigar. “Why don’t we all go inside and discuss this matter?” he suggested.
The quartet sat around a battered table in the small kitchen and Dianne poured out her tale of woe.

“ I’m having a party,” she began.

“I love a party!” interrupted Face.

Dianne gave him a pained look, and he looked abashed and motioned for her to go on. “I mean, I’m having a party right now. I’ve been having it for three days now, and I can’t…” She broke off, beginning to cry.

Hannibal placed a fatherly hand on her arm. “It’s okay, honey. Tell us what the problem is. Maybe we can help. For a fee.”

“It’s this one… guest. He just. Won’t. Leave. He showed up two hours early, ate all the appetizers, and now it’s three days later and he just sits there, rambling on and on. Every time I think he’s drifted off to sleep, he opens his eyes and tells another rambling story about some case or other… it’s awful!” She burst into tears again, clearly at the end of her tether.
Hannibal exchanged a look with Face and B.A. They nodded back to him. This was a job for the A-Team.

The first order of business was to break Murdock out of the mental hospital where he resided. Next, Face adopted several disguises while the rest of the team drugged B.A. and dumped him unceremoniously into a helicopter, which Murdock flew somewhere for no apparent reason.

In no time at all, the A-Team found themselves at the “party,” facing their adversary: an elderly man in a light grey suit, telling rambling stories about his exploits as a simple country lawyer.

“Friend, I’m giving you fair warning, it’s time to leave this party,” said Hannibal, flanked by Face, B.A., and Murdock. Dianne hovered nervously to one side.

“Way-el, I don’t know about that,” replied Ben Matlock (for that was who the long-past-his-welcome guest was) “I think there might still be a few hot dogs somewhere. And I don’t believe you boys are in possession of the full facts of the case, neither.”

“We’ll just see about that,” said Hannibal with his trademark cheery grin. The A-Team gathered around in a huddle at a signal from their leader. “We’ll need a plan,” whispered Hannibal. “Face, you go don another disguise and flirt with some generic blondes. B.A., you weld some shit to a tractor or something. Murdock, bark and pretend you’re a dog and fetch a bunch of machine guns, and meanwhile, I’ll be avuncular and keep an eye out for Colonel Decker. Then, once you all get that done, we’ll stand about five feet away from the old bugger and shoot the hell out of everything but him while B.A. drives his armored John Deere around in circles. Got it?” The team nodded their assent.

Meanwhile, Matlock dispatched his investigator, Tyler Hudson, to the kitchen and stalled Dianne with legal anecdotes and folksy wisdom.

Just as the A-Team burst back onto the scene, firing wildly and flanked by a John Deere lawn tractor outfitted with armor plate and a turret, Matlock’s investigator came running into the room.

“You were right, Matlock! There were still hot dogs in the kitchen! This changes everything!” he yelled, and everything came to a halt. Matlock accepted the hot dog brandished by Tyler Hudson, his investigator, and took a big bite.

“Mmmm. That’s a good hot dog. Tyler, I do believe we can take our leave of Miss Dianne now,” Matlock said with a smile. He rose slowly to his feet and shuffled out the front door.

“I love it when a plan comes together,” said Hannibal, lighting a fresh cigar amid the bullet-riddled wreckage of Dianne’s living room.

“I pity the foo’ got to listen to that old man talk,” exclaimed B.A. while Murdock barked and Face took Dianne’s hand and kissed it.

Author:  unusualfowl [ Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:36 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: Your challenge, should you choose to accept it...

I love you Pat.

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