Celebrities
GONE BAD!!!!!!
Note: probably more than half of the famous people you know ARE bad
already. This is only referring to idiots like the Telitubies, Barney,
Little Bill etc.

Now, to start everything off, here is just a list of the characters and what they are doing in this point in time.

Tinky Winky: Tax Attorney Dipsy: Gangsta' LaaLaa: whore Po: Hobo

Barney: Jail Breaker B.J.: Jimmy Haffa jr. (hahaha) Baby Bop: striper

Just for giggles. . . . .

Napoleon: Depressed maniac that is still power-hungry Smokey the Bear: Supports forest Fires, always stoned

BOOM! There was a giant explosion at a local tax attorney building. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! THOUGHT YOU COULD REPOSSES MY HOUSE DID YOU?! DAMN BITCHES!!!!!!! BITE ME!!!!!!!! WHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Smokey the Bear had a little too much cocaine that horrible night. He had later been caught and tranquilized, the police decided to put him in the same cell as, Barney the Dinosaur.
"I'm gonna get out of here." Barney kept repeating, holding himself, rocking back and forth, and looking around anxiously.
Smokey sighed and examined his surroundings.
Directly across from his cell, was another cell that contained another pair of cellmates. One was running his cup across the bars of the cell, while the other sat brooding in the dark. He made a snort-like laugh and examined his own cellmate.
He was large, purple and had green spots. He twitched and mumbled to himself incessantly, apparently in his own little world. Smokey shook his head, wondering what this dinosaur had done to get in prison.
"Commit arson?" He asked lightly, not really caring enough to raise his voice. Barney's eyes widened and he looked around frantically, twitching and shaking, looking right through Smokey on his bed.
"What?!" He yelled. "Who's there?!" He jittered so much that he vibrated across the floor. If the man hadn't been so frantic, Smokey would have laughed at the man's disposition.
He decided not to speak to the confused, and obviously disturbed man, and turned back to the outside, his cellmate still yelling. "Leave me alone, I didn't do anything!"

Across the hall, the green man still was clanking his cup against the bars, and was singing lightly. "Nobody knows, the trouble I've seen. . .nobody knows, my sorrow. . ."
The yellow dinosaur in the back shifted in his seat and growled out an enraged threat at the green man. "If you don't shut up. . ."
The green man scoffed, and went on, but didn't sing any longer.
Smokey laid on his back, what an eventful night he was leading.

* * *

Smokey fell asleep, and woke again a few hours later. His cellmate had calmed, and was staring blankly at him. As if seeing him for the first time. "H-how. . .how did you get in here?" He asked.
Smokey opened his mouth, remembered the earlier incident, and closed it again. "This is my house! Get out of my house!"
Smokey stared, eyes wide as the dinosaur started to jitter uncontrollably again. "G-get out!!! Get out!!! Help me!!!"
Smokey moved to the side of his bed, as far as he could get from the crazed man he was sharing his cell with.
The guards came, and smirked slightly as they saw Smokey staring uncertainly at the dinosaur on the floor. "Enjoying your stay?" One of them asked, smiling.
Smokey looked at them as if they were nuts. "Well, help him!" He yelled, starting to worry that the dinosaur would explode from anxiety.
"That's ok, he'll recognize you in a little while." The opposite guard said.
"In a little while? How long is that?" He asked half-angrily at the guards ignorance.
The guards exchanged looks. "Well, let's see. . .he killed the last guy before he even got to know what his name was. . ."
Smokey's eyes nearly popped out of his head. The guards laughed, and strode away.

* * *

Barney had quieted down again, mumbling to himself again. Smokey sighed for the millionth time that night, and returned his attention to the opposite cellmates.
He had recognized the green man as Dipsy, the biggest gangsta' in this city. But the yellow fiend in the shadows could not be identified, he rarely moved into the light where Smokey could see him. But there was something familiar about him. . .
"Damn, I be needin' ta get out of here." Dipsy said, shaking the bars of the cell.
"Shut up. That won't do ya no good." The figure in the darkness sighed, shifting again.
"Shut the fuck up. I can't be stayin' in here, I gots big things ta do." The green man said, turning angrily on his cellmate.
"Like what? Your friends on the outside have probably already forgot about you." The fiend chuckled to himself.
"I said shut up. They can't forget about me. I'm Dipsy, of the TT Gangsta's." The green man stood proudly, as if he were some important official.
"You ain't nothin' now." The yellow man said.
The green man sighed, and clacked his cup against the bars again. "Forget you, fucker."
He mumbled angrily to himself before the yellow man scolded him on the clanking noise again.
"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up you little bastard." The yellow man stood, angry.
Smokey thought he recognized the tone, something about the way the man snapped so easy. . .
"I can do whatever I damn well please, bitch." Dipsy replied, clacking the cup louder on the bars, and started to sing loudly: "GET OUT THE WAY . . . .MOVE. . .GET OUT THE WAY, GET OUT THE WAY, GET OUT THE WAY, BITCH. . . .MOVE. . . ."

*BLAM!*

"Dirty Bastard." Smokey saw for the first time the shadowy yellow figure as he stepped forth and blew his cellmate away. He smirked and shoved the pistol into his shirt before leaning against the cold iron bars. "Yo, we got clean-up in cell 5 back here!!"
The clean-up crew ran back, a guard coming up behind them. "Damn!! That's the 5th guy this week BJ, and it's a frickin' Wednesday."
BJ stepped back into the shadows. "What can I say, he was goin' to pieces."
"Yer goin' ta be goin' ta pieces if ya don't stop shootin' up yer cellmates!!" The guard yelled angrily, his language slurred by his rage.
Smokey watched as they drug Dipsy away, his cup still clutched in his cold, life-less hand. "Damn. . ." He said shaking his head from side to side.

* * *

Smokey had a troublesome night, trying to get the images out of his head. The guard had come back for BJ's gun, which he had hidden away, claiming not to have shot his cellmate. They had finally got the gun away from him, but not after a good, strong fight.

The next morning, BJ was given a new cellmate. "Now, you two get along." The guard ordered angrily, shoving the man inside. He was short, and wore blue from head to foot. He had an over-compensated hat, and an annoying way of walking, and referring to objects.
"Could you move so I can use the privy?" He asked BJ after they had been locked back inside.
BJ stared at him for a moment. "What? You want what?" He asked, half- angrily, half-confusedly.
"The privy, may I use it?" He repeated. Raising an eyebrow in question.
"I have no idea what yer talkin' about dude." BJ said, raising his legs and laying on his back.
"Fine, fine. Have it your way. Just don't look." BJ shrugged and closed his eyes, sighing angrily.
"Dat guy gots some SERIOUS issues." Mumbled BJ.

Smokey had had a lot of first impressions, but none were as freaky as these. Smokey just laid back and went to sleep, pondering his new life.

End Part 1

A/N: Well, another Grandmasta original has just been written. My friends and I have been trying to write this for years! I think they sorta forgot about it. Tinky Winky was supposed to be a queer at first but the thought of what I would put in the story disgusted me (O_o). I know, some of the characters haven't appeared yet, but one of them will be in the next chapter. Later!

COMING SOON!!!!: Celebrities gone Bad!!: Part 2 The Evil Jell-O: The final episode CHEER WARS 2: Another pointless saga