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Fall Out Boy In The Drumstick Capper
By FallOutBoy&PeterickFan

 


Fall Out Boy in The Drumstick Capper

Fall Out Boy one day where really pleased cause they had just won an award.

“Yahh we won an award” Patrick said happily.

“We really needed a drum roll when we walked up” Joe said.

“No we didn't” Pete said.

“Give us a drum roll Andy” Joe said.

Andy grumbled “My wrist”.

“Please” Joe begged.

Andy did a drum roll.

“And another” Joe said.

“No. My wrist hurts” Andy said “Thanks to Pete who was spinning with his bass and crashed into my drum kit and me”.

“Patrick my friend could you” Joe begged “You can play”.

“Ok” Patrick said walking to the drums.

He picked up the sticks and did a drum roll.

“Ok thanks Patrick” Joe said.

Patrick started to play some songs.

“Patrick stop please” Joe yelled.

Now Patrick was going crazy and couldn't hear Joe.

“PATRICK STTOP” Joe screamed “LOOK COOKIES”.

“Huh” Patrick said stopping “What”.

One of the drumsticks flew out of Patrick's hand and hit Pete in the head. Patrick gulped.

“OW” Pete yelled.

He turned around and walked over to Joe and Andy.

“Ok which one of you was it” Pete said.

“It was Pat…” Andy went to say.

“It must have been you. You're the drummer” Pete said pointing the drumstick at Andy.

“Not me. You injured me remember” Andy said “And don't point that thing at me”.

Patrick grabbed the other drumstick and tried to sneak away.

“One of you threw this drumstick at me” Pete said.

“Drumstick” Joe said looking at the drumstick and smiled “That ain't a drumstick that's a wooden stick”.

“It's a stick that you use to play a drum so it's a drumstick” Pete said.

“You can't eat it and it doesn't come from a chicken so it ain't a drumstick” Joe said rolling his eyes.

“It's a DRUMSTICK” Pete growled.

“Must have been a long, skinny chicken” Joe said.

Pete growled.

Patrick sneaked to the door. He tried to open it. It was locked. He looked around for another way to escape. Andy watched Patrick while listening to the drumstick convo.

“I'm hungry now” Joe moaned “I feel like a drumstick”.

“Here have this one” Pete said handing Joe a drumstick.

“I can't eat that” Joe said “Now this is what a drumstick looks like”.

He handed Pete a pic of a drumstick.

“You carry a pic of a chicken drumstick in your pocket” Pete said.

Patrick ran back and forth, then he spotted a window. Andy kept watching and listening.

“DRUMSTICK” Pete sighed.

“I don't see how” Joe said.

“This is a drum freaking stick” Pete said gritting his teeth together.

“Oh a drum freaking stick. Cool” Joe said.

Pete screamed.

Patrick quietly opened the window.

“Hi Patrick” Andy said waving.

“H…” Patrick said, then put his hand to his mouth.

“What are you doing” Pete said.

“Fresh air” Patrick said.

“So does your leg need to be out the window” Pete said.

“Uh good question” Patrick said.

Andy shook his head.

“What's behind your back” Pete asked.

“Nothing” Patrick said innocently.

“So a drumstick is just growing out of you” Pete said.

“What, who, Patrick, CHICKEN” Joe said.

Patrick laughed nervously.

“Patrick” Pete sighed.

“I'm chicken” Patrick teased nervously.

“Oh yeah they are drumsticks cause there's two of them just like chickens have two drumsticks” Joe smiled.

The rest of FOB stared at Joe who was smiling and had a chicken fly onto his head.

 

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