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The Haunted House
(Claire, Matt, Peter, Noah, and Nathan are sitting around a table at Peter's place)
Claire: I'm bored. Why are we looking at the newspaper again?
Nathan: How many times do we have to tell you?
Matt: We have nothing better to do.
Peter: Ohh! I think I found something! *Peter reads somemore*
HRG: Well....spit it out.
Peter: It says right here that a man and woman were murdered in a 200 year old house in Queens New York. The man's head was sawed open.
HRG: It's Sylar!
Matt: *leans over Peter* But his brain wasn't removed.
Claire: Can we please discuss something else?
Everyone: No!
Nathan: We might as well check it out. Even if its not Sylar, we'll have something to do.
HRG: I'm ready. (gets out gun)
Matt: So who's driving?
MANHATTAN- NEW YORK- MOTEL
Dean: I'm hungry, do you want anything Sammy?
Sam: No i'm fine. I'm gonna look online and see if there's any ghosts to hunt.
Dean: Suit yourself.
10 MINUTES LATER
(Dean comes back with a hamburger with extra onions)
Dean: Did you find anything?
Sam: Yeah, in Queens New York a man and woman were murdered in a 200 year old house.
Dean: *eating hamburger* I don't think this is our gig. So what if its a 200 year old house?
Sam: (has a disgusted look on his face) Keep your mouth shut dude. You reek....Anway, the top of the man's head was sawed off. Lets just check it out, we're not that far from Queens anway.
Dean: Fiine. This better be our gig.
{Later that night…the Heroes arrive in Queens at the old house}
Peter: LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT OF THIS UNICORNING CAR!!!!
HRG: What’s the problem, shortbus?
Peter: You drive like a freakin’ maniac!!!!
Matt: What’s so surprising about that? He does everything like a freakin’ maniac.
HRG: What did you just say pudgy?
Matt: Uh…nothing. And I’m not pudgy…I’m big boned.
(Peter and Nathan start laughing)
Matt: SHUT UP! *muttering* Damn Petrellis. Always tag teaming a brotha.
Claire: Uhm….guys…this place looks a little creepy.
Peter: Yeah…what if it’s like…haunted? I’m not sure I wanna go in.
HRG: Who are you now, Scooby Doo? Don’t be such a wussy!
Matt: I think he looks more like Scrappy Doo.
Peter: SHUT UP….VELMA!
Nathan: He can’t be Velma, Pete…she’s the smart one.
Matt: HEY!
(Nathan and Peter snickering)
Claire: Oooh! I love Scooby Doo! Can I be Daphne?
Peter: Only if you wear the mini skirt…hehe.
HRG: What the..?
Nathan: Well…who am I then?
Peter: You’re Fred.
Nathan: SWEET! Fred gets all the ladies.
Matt: Then who am I?
Nathan: You’re Fred Flinstone.
Matt: WHAT?!?
Nathan: Well, you look like him.
Peter: And Momo’s Wilma.
(Nathan and Peter laughing)
Matt: ALRIGHT! I have had enough of this!
HRG: NO! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! Now you little wussies stop playing Saturday Morning Funhouse and focus!
Claire: But daddy…
HRG: NO! I am not in the mood for your angsty teenager bit! LOCK AND LOAD PEOPLE! We’re going in!
Nathan: Lock and load? WTF?
(HRG glares at him…everybody shuts up and starts up the front steps)
Claire: This place is creepy. *latches on to Peter's hand*
HRG: Clairebear, I want you to stay at the back. It'll be harder for Sylar to get to you.
Matt: Why did you bring her along in the first place?
HRG: Shut it Chubbs!
Nathan: Lets just go! (Nathan opens the front door, everyone walks in)
Peter: This place is huge! This could totally be a hang out for us.
(the front door closes behind them and locks the Heroes in)
Matt: Peter quit screwing around and unlock the door.
Peter: I didn't lock it....
Claire: Then who did?
(Sylar comes running down the stairs)
Sylar: Get out of this house now!
HRG: Shut it Sybrows, unlock the door.
Sylar: I didn't lock it. There's a ghost or something in the house.
(banging noises can be heard upstairs)
HRG: *gets out gun* Everyone stay close.
(Sam and Dean arrive 5 minutes after the Heroes enter the house)
Dean: Ya know, this is like Scooby Doo. You're Velma, and I'm Shaggy.
Sam: Why am I the girl? You should be the girl.
Dean: It's because I'm awesome.
(Dean goes to the trunk of his '67 Impala and gets out two shot guns filled with rock salt)
Sam: I thought nobody lived in this house. There's a light on.
Dean: Well, get your ID and we'll check it out.
(Sam and Dean knock on the door. Nobody answers. Dean opens the mysteriously unlocked door)
Sam: Hello??
(HRG pokes his head out from the other room)
HRG: Who the Kirby Plazas are you?
Dean: *shows ID* I'm FBI agent Plant, and this is my partner Agent Simmons.
HRG: Are you unicorning with me??
Sam: No sir. We're investigating the murders that happened here.
HRG: *pulls out gun* Those are fake I.D.s now I think you should tell me the truth.
Dean: Well…uh….sir. The truth is..
HRG: You know who starts sentences with ‘truth is’? Liars. (cocking gun)
Dean: (shoving his Colt in HRG’s face) Know who talks to me like that? B**ches that are about to get shot.
(HRG and Dean back into the house with their guns in each other’s faces…Sam follows behind)
HRG: Alright, Dillinger, I could send you to hell in two seconds.
Dean: Bitch please….go ahead. We’re the unicorning Winchesters. Send us to hell and we just climb right back out again.
Sam: Yeah…it’s kind of our hobby.
HRG: Wait…you’re the Winchesters? THE Winchesters? (lowers his gun) I’ve heard of you! You guys are freakin’ AWESOME!
Dean: Yes, yes we are.
HRG: Hey wussies….you can come out now.
(The Heroes creep back out from their hiding places.)
Claire: (straightening her clothes) Daddy? What’s going on?
HRG: You tell me? Why the hell were you in the closet with Peter?
Claire: Well, you said we should hide.
HRG: Spongebob doesn't need to hide...he can turn INVISIBLE! So why were you really in the closet with Claire Peter?
Peter: (turns red) Uhmm…..uhm….
Nathan: (interrupting) Hey…let’s get back on topic here folks…who are these guys?
Matt: Yeah…nice Nathan….coming to Pete’s rescue as always.
Peter: Shut up fat boy! You’re just mad cuz you couldn’t find a closet to hide in and had to crawl under the piano.
Nathan: How’s that for irony?
Peter: Wait….what’s irony?
Nathan: (sighs) Never mind Pete, just nod and laugh.
Peter: Okay.
(Peter and Nathan start laughing at Matt)
Matt: HEY! SHUT UP! Or I’ll make you dance the Macarena, Nathan!
Nathan: NO! Okay…we’re done now. (Peter’s still laughing, oblivious)…SHUT IT PETE!
Peter: Okay, Nathan….anything you say. I love you.
Nathan: Love you too.
Sam: Jeez….and I thought I was emo.
Claire: DADDY! Who ARE these guys?
HRG: Well honey, these are the unicorning Winchesters. They hunt demons and ghosts and the like.
Dean: (to Claire) DAMN you’re hot!
Claire: Daddy? You gonna let him talk to me that way?
HRG: Well….I’d rather have him as a son in law then your uncle.
Dean: Hey, hey, hey…I’m not talking marriage here…I just wanna…
Sam: Dean….time to think with your upstairs brain, okay?
Dean: I don’t have an upstairs brain. That’s why I need you.
Peter: Alright guys…..now…just what the hell are you doing here?
Sam: Uhm….well….we’re the unicorning Winchesters…..and ….we….hunt…..demons….and ….ghosts. You know, like you’re friend just said 30 seconds ago? This is a big…creepy…mansion where somebody lost…. their ….head. You figure it out, genius.
Nathan: Why are you talking to my brother like he’s retarded?
Sam: What? He’s not?
Nathan: Oh hell no Francis, you did not just go there!
Dean: Oh hell yeah, Susie, he just did!
(Dean sucker punches Nathan..knocks him to the floor)
Nathan: (getting up) The hell? What’s wrong with you?
Dean: Nobody messes with my baby brother!
Nathan: YEAH?!? Well nobody messes with mine!
(Nathan dives at Dean and they both hit the floor rolling, fighting)
Claire: Daddy! Make them stop!
HRG: Hell no! I been waiting for somebody to kick some Petrelli ass!
Matt: I don’t know…my money’s on Nathan. Petrellicest is best.
HRG: No way, man…Wincest FTW!
(Dean and Nathan still rolling around. KABLAAM!!! Everybody looks up to see Sam with the Colt pointed in the air…still smoking)
Sam: Cut it out. We need to get down to business.
Nathan: Is he always like that? We were just having some fun.
Dean: Sam's the party pooper of the family.
Claire: So what is this thing exactly?
Matt: They think its a spirit that's haunting this place. You gotta salt and burn the body.
Dean: I like this guy. He knows whats going on.
Sylar: No he doesn't. He read your mind dumbass.
Dean: I'm the dumbass? You're the one that was hiding like a little girl when we got here.
(Sylar TK's Dean against a wall)
Sam: Holy ponies! (Sam points the Colt at Sylar)
HRG: That's Enough Gabriel!
(Peter squints at Sylar and makes him let go of Dean)
Sylar: That's unfair he used mind control!
Peter: You used your abilities, why can't I use mine?
Sam: And I thought we were the freaks.
Dean: I know right?
Nathan: We're special, there's a difference.
HRG: Okay, so how do we bag and tag this thing?
Sam: First we need to find the body of this spirit and salt and burn the body.
Claire: That's gross. I'm not going anywhere near a dead body, not that spirit thing.
Dean: I'll protect you. *wink*
Peter: Hey! She's too young for you!
HRG: And you're her Uncle, get over it.
Matt: So how are we supposed to find this body?
Sam: It seems like the body should be burried somewhere on this property.
Dean: But we're not 100% certain. We should take a look around and see if we can find anything. If not, we'll have to ask around the neighbor hood and see if we can find anything out.
Sam: We should all split up, we could get the job done faster this way.
Sylar: I fly solo. I'm not grouping up with anyone.
Peter: Suit yourself. You'll finally know what it's like to get your head ripped open.
(Nathan/Matt fall on the ground laughing)
Dean: Should we find this humorous?
Sam: I think we missed something.
HRG: Okay, so how many groups, and whos going to be in these groups?
END PART I
When we come back....the hunting will begin!
