Chapter 9: TGS Makes it Big

By: Heather

Well, after a luxurious day at the spa, the girls returned home to continue- whatever it was they were doing. However, The Aron had cancelled all of their shows since- well, everyone thought that they were dead. Yet, it was quite the opposite- as they were alive...... *cough* They had become the first ever survivors of being sent out to sea on a giant slab of chocolate ice cream. But- there were no worries since as soon as word got out that TGS was still alive and well, there was huge publicity on the event. Ratings for the Campbellford radio station sky-rocketed- or at least they should have since you can't really keep track of who's listening to the station at any given time... I don't think.

Anyhow, this stunt also aroused attention from unlocal agencies nation-wide. The girl's survival was no longer the talk of the town- but of Canada and the US alike. They had been invited to appear on many talk shows including David Letterman and Ellen DeGeneres where they appeared as performers as well to promote the album due at the end of November.

However, some of the girls handeled the fame better than others. Emily soon had more button-up shirts than Jessica Simpson had shoes. Alison would go nowhere without her diamond collared feline, Danté, and Heather went about the day practicing her photo-shoot poses. Susanne seemed the only one capable of handeling the pressure- then again, she spent all of her time off locked in her sound-proof room.

Often, the girls would only ever see each other during press time at which there would be a quick pose, or subtle nudge out of the way to get the most camera attention. After a while the girls began to notice that Susanne stopped nudging, just politely smiled in the background and that was that.

So, the girls decided to pay a visit to Susanne's room, straighten things out. Emily reached up to knock but Heather shook her head "She won't let us in on her own terms..." so she reached into her pocket and pulled out a bullwhip that Susanne had given to her for her birthday.

"Now, everybody- stand back!" Heather whispered. With one quick crack of the whip the door creaked open. There standing before them was Susanne hovering about three feet above the ground.

"....What the?" cried Alison, clapping her hand over her mouth. Susanne's eyes opened, startled, as she fell to the ground with a thud (coughonomatopeoiacough).

"Guys- what are you doing?" Susanne moaned rubbing her sore backside.

"Err....um..." Alison searched through her purse in panic, "....Fudgicle?..." she dangled the half melted thing above Susanne's head, who immediately grabbed it, took a large bite and held the remainder to her butt. We'd all like to think that this was because of Alison thinking ahead....but.... what I am saying?.... Of course it was!

"...Um, well..." Emily's eyes scanned the room and fell unto a drum set, "Wait a minute- you play the drums!- how come you didn't tell...."

"Um, Emily..." Heather interjected, "Susanne plays them in our band... remember?"

"Oh yeah..."

Alison started into a fit of laughter, and when she could finally contain herself, she wiped the tears from her eyes, "....What....aha....do you.....aha......like, practice....ahahaha....or something?"

At that, all of the girls began laughing- laughing to the very end of yet another happy, unsuspenseful ending chapter.....

But wait!

At that very moment the alarm for the jet began going off, they were experiencing some extreme turbulence, it didn't look good for TGS this time...

DA DA DUHN!!!!!!!!!!!!!