Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f/f, food, m/f, motor oil, mud
Sections guest authored by VanillaXSlime, McPridz & Tellygunge
Kelly and Emma stood beside their respective husbands, surveying the group of celebrities they had in front of them. They were a varied bunch, from all corners of the world (well, Emma could swear someone on the list wasn’t American or British). They knew what they had planned for them was quite audacious, although that said nothing of what they were going to do themselves.
“You know, if we stuck them all on the ramp vote, most would probably agree.”
“Emma, if you knew it was a 5 in 26 chance of getting messy, wouldn’t you take those odds? Besides, you were telling me the other day you were a little sick of the Ramp. Anyway, we’ve got all the set up we need for this, and hey, at least we can say we went through worse than whatever we stick on them.”
“Maybe that’ll be because we’ll take whatever we stick on them. Whatever. We better get them ready.”
Kelly nodded, then raised her voice. “Right, welcome to our A to Z challenge. I’d like to start by thanking you all for agreeing to this, I can tell you we’ve raised well over £1million and that should rocket after today. So thank you.” The celebrities all cheered. “Right, now, we need you all to line up in alphabetical order, so can I have Alyson Hannigan to the front please?” The How I Met Your Mother star split from the group, and slowly but surely, the 26 celebrities found themselves lined up and waiting for further instructions.
Emma then said, “We’re going to set up our part of the deal, so we’ll leave you in the less than stellar hands of our husbands.”
The two girls turned, smiling as Eddie whispered, “Who organise these whole events of course.” They headed over to where two gunge tanks were sat side by side, albeit with no actual tank on top. Instead there was a small platform just behind, clearly where the gunge could be poured in from, and stood on top of it was Sophie, smiling at the two ladies approaching her.
“This one’s for you here,” pointing at one of the tanks. Kelly and Emma climbed into tank and sat in the round egg shaped chair, tightly pressed up against one another, not that they minded. They looked ahead to see a giant screen, although all it was showing at the moment was a logo of one of Peter’s companies. Neither Kelly nor Emma knew what was going to be used, that stage of planning having been left to Sophie, and so were eagerly anticipating the first strike.
Kelly and Emma were waiting to get started, when they saw the first celebrity being taken over to the other tank.
Alyson Hannigan, the How I Met Your Mother star, entered the tank and sat with a smile on her face, looking up every so often as if it was teasing her. Her red hair was gently swaying by the side of her face, which showed a mixture of excitement and intrigue.
“She’s seems up for it, eh Emma.”
Emma’s reply was cut off by a shadow looming over the tank. Neither girl was stupid enough to look up, and soon enough, a bucket of Angel delight was poured over them. The mousse dessert splattered over their hair, giving off the scent of the strawberry flavouring, and pretty much stayed there, as Emma and Kelly quickly turned to watch Alyson, who was smiling back at them. Kelly was just running her finger over Emma’s Angel hair when Alyson looked up to see the Angel Delight being poured over her. The pink pudding landed right on her forehead, going splat and spreading right over Alyson, who squealed in delight. Emma thought there seemed to be a lot more for Alyson, but then she mused that none of the celebs would have to go through as many substances as her and Kelly, so taking a little more wouldn’t hurt them.
It was over very quickly though, and Alyson was soon wiping off the worse of the mess, unlike the other two girls who had decided to leave it alone at this stage. Peter soon descended on the tank, and took Alyson away for a couple of photos, while Eddie hosed the tank down for the next famous face. “Whose idea was it to have them hold what substance they’re covered in?” Kelly asked, as Alyson was given a packet of Angel Delight to hold.
“Probably Eddie’s. He does crazy ideas like that. Remember Casey? Anyway, how long are we going to be left waiting today, you think?”
They watched as Peter approached with the next celebrity…
The two girls smiled as they saw who was approaching.
Beyoncé Knowles, the RnB queen, strolled up to the tank, and made herself comfortable inside. There was a gentle smile on her face, although Emma and Kelly could see in her eyes the true nerves. Her smooth brown hair sat tenderly down the back of her head as she waited.
Kelly and Emma simply smiled at each other, as a bucket of Baked Beans was tipped onto the girls. The tomato sauce gave them both a cold sharp shock, but did mix with the Angel delight already on them. Most of the individual beans got stuck in the mousse on their hair, but Emma got annoyed when one particular bean started running down her nose, much too slowly for her liking. Kelly saw her friend’s discomfort, and started laughing, which prompted Emma take the bean and squidge into Kelly’s nose. In fact they were so distracted that they missed what happened to Beyoncé.
Meanwhile, Sophie had moved on to her next target. She poured the beans over the irreplaceable star, who screamed in shock, since she had been focusing on looking forward. The red tomato sauce fell quickly and covered Beyoncé like normal slime. However the beans that came afterwards hit Beyoncé like individual missiles. The result was she had a pile of beans sat in her lap, as well as her hair. Beyoncé didn’t exactly look pleased, but she didn’t shirk away from the gunge either.
“She took it well, eh,” Emma commented as Beyoncé was taken away from the tank and given a can of Baked Beans to hold for the photo shoot.
“Hmm hmm. Now, these are for you.” Kelly through some beans, mixed with the tomato sauce and Angel delight, right at Emma’s face, who recoiled, but laughed as she reciprocated. They were soon interrupted by Peter coughing, next to…
The two girls smiled as they saw who was approaching.
Beyoncé Knowles, the RnB queen, strolled up to the tank, and made herself comfortable inside. There was a gentle smile on her face, although Emma and Kelly could see in her eyes the true nerves. Her smooth brown hair sat tenderly down the back of her head as she waited.
Kelly and Emma simply smiled at each other, as a bucket of Baked Beans was tipped onto the girls. The tomato sauce gave them both a cold sharp shock, but did mix with the Angel delight already on them. Most of the individual beans got stuck in the mousse on their hair, but Emma got annoyed when one particular bean started running down her nose, much too slowly for her liking. Kelly saw her friend’s discomfort, and started laughing, which prompted Emma take the bean and squidge into Kelly’s nose. In fact they were so distracted that they missed what happened to Beyoncé.
Meanwhile, Sophie had moved on to her next target. She poured the beans over the irreplaceable star, who screamed in shock, since she had been focusing on looking forward. The red tomato sauce fell quickly and covered Beyoncé like normal slime. However the beans that came afterwards hit Beyoncé like individual missiles. The result was she had a pile of beans sat in her lap, as well as her hair. Beyoncé didn’t exactly look pleased, but she didn’t shirk away from the gunge either.
“She took it well, eh,” Emma commented as Beyoncé was taken away from the tank and given a can of Baked Beans to hold for the photo shoot.
“Hmm hmm. Now, these are for you.” Kelly through some beans, mixed with the tomato sauce and Angel delight, right at Emma’s face, who recoiled, but laughed as she reciprocated. They were soon interrupted by Peter coughing, next to…
The next celebrity was standing next to Peter.
Clemence Poesy, a French actress and model, was smiling at Kelly and Emma’s antics, before going over to the ‘Celebrity’ tank, and making herself comfortable. She let her long blond hair flow freely, although she wasn’t smiling as brightly now.
Emma frowned. “I recognise her from something…”
“She was Fleur Delacour in Harry Potter, and turned up in 127 hours,” Kelly answered.
“Been on Wikipedia again?”
Kelly never answered, since at that moment a familiar yellow dessert was poured on them. The Custard spread over them like a thick gunge, contrasting with the mess so far. Like the Beans, the Custard sat on top of the girls’ heads, although this was heavier than the previous gungings. Because of this, less of the mess flowed down the girls, most of it plopping off their various top sided curves. By now, having taken 3 buckets of gunge, both girls were fairly covered by normal standards. Of course, as they sat back in the mess to watch Clemence, they’d only just started.
The French model screamed as the Custard came over the top. Although blond, the custard was a brighter shade of yellow, and so the thick Crème Angleterre still showed how messy she was getting. Clemence didn’t play with the gunge so much, but did flap about as if trying to avoid the stuff, albeit failing miserably. Like a thick gunge, the Custard was top heavy, but still covered the beautiful actress very well, sliding down her face and over her body, some resting in her lap. Some of the Custard ended up in her mouth. Instead of spitting it out, like Clemence was expecting with most types of gunge she had seen so far, instead she said, “Il est doux.”
Emma smiled. “I think she likes it.”
Clemence followed the same path as Alyson and Beyoncé before her, having her photo with a pack of Custard. Soon, the next celebrity approached…
The next celebrity approached.
Diana Vickers, former X Factor finalist who actually managed to make something of a career in the world of music, bounced into the tank. She was very bubbly, her blond hair jumping around as she made herself comfortable.
“You know Emma, Diana heard about the ramp idea. Maybe we could arrange to get hold of some other x factor stars.”
“Nice idea.” Sophie called from above. Kelly and Emma looked up. “Now I want you both to remember this is Dairy Milk, not just any old chocolate.”
Before either girl could react, Sophie tipped the bucket and the Dairy Milk chocolate was poured over the two girls’ faces. After a few moments of spluttering, they both smile, all the mess on them now mixing into one grey puddle at the bottom of the tank. The Dairy Milk meanwhile continued to pour on the top of their heads, providing even more mix of colours, although this was accompanied with a drop of slop of their heads.
Soon they were watching Diana. She smiled, making a classic anticipation pose, hands on seat. Sophie obliged with the Dairy Milk, and Diana squealed, the dark brown chocolate coating her blond hair, surrounding her head and flowing down onto her face. The oohs and ahhs from Diana didn’t stop, the Dairy Milk covering her whole body, although she did make sure to get a taste of what was coming down. Once the chocolate fountain had stopped pouring, Diana looked around with a big grin on her face, shining white teeth through the chocolate brown.
Soon after, Diana was taken on the whistle-stop photo shoot, with her very own bar of Dairy Milk chocolate, Kelly and Emma watching on, covered in the mess, waiting for the next celebrity. And sure enough, they soon saw coming along…
Coming along was the next celebrity.
Eve Myles, a Welsh actress who had starred in Torchwood and Doctor Who, seemed quite nervous, although strangely enough, once she sat inside the tank, she calmed down a bit.
“It’s funny, most people are more nervous of the gunge than the other celebrities,” Emma noted.
Of course, hearing Emma speak, Sophie poured the next mess of Eggs. All the raw Eggs had been put in a bucket, with most of the yolks intact while in the bucket. Therefore when Kelly and Emma had been poured with the mess, the whites of the Eggs acted like any old slime they’d been previously covered in, but the yolks were like little missiles of pocket sized mess, breaking open as they landed on their target. Neither Kelly nor Emma made much squeals, possibly because they’d been through that before, or because they were covered in enough mess that the Eggs barely made an impact.
However when the Eggs were poured on Eve, the squeals and squirming made Kelly and Emma reminiscent of times gone by. The whites of the Eggs washed straight by Eve, which would have left a shiny look if not for the yellow yolks. The individual yolks splatted all over Eve’s body, leaving splotches of yellow slime everywhere. Once Sophie had stopped, Kelly laughed as she realised there was one yolk sliding down Eve’s forehead that had managed to remain unbroken. Oblivious, Eve bent down to look at herself, when the yolk fell and splattered loudly, making Eve jump.
Eve was then treated to the same photo shoot as the other celebs, holding a box of Eggs. Emma was meanwhile playing with the mess, thick chocolate mess in one hand, and thin slimy egg goo in the other. Looking up she saw…
The next celebrity came along.
Fergie was the singer of the Black Eyed Peas. Like Beyoncé, Fergie had the swagger that she knew she was big, but a slight falter just as she entered the tank showed she was just as nervous as the others. She sat there, smiling at those watching.
“I gotta feeling, Kelly.”
“Another pun?”
“Where is the gunge?”
“Right here Emma.”
Emma looked up just as Sophie tipped the bucket forward. All she could see before she reflexively shut her eyes was white. As it landed, she instantly knew something was different, since it wasn’t a type of gunge she was used to. In fact it wasn’t even a liquid. Kelly and Emma had just been pelted with Flour. The white powder spread out upon being poured, and so came down all at once upon the girls. Once the Flour hit, instead of flowing down like the other types of mess, the Flour stuck to the sticky gunge all over them, forming a strange sort of lumpy paste.
Next, Fergie found herself centre of attention. Sophie lifted up the bucket and down the Flour came. Fergie kept her composure, as the Flour got literally everywhere. The individual grains of Flour got into her clothes, over her face, and piled up all over, especially on her head and down her hair. Unlike the stickier kinds of mess (and Kelly and Emma who were already covered in sticky mess), the Flour moved much easier, that pile falling away as Fergie moved her head. That said, some of the Flour had squeezed itself into all the nooks and crannies, so she was still fairly covered after a few shakes.
So when she was taken on her own photo shoot, she was still quite dry, albeit covered in the white stuff. Fergie still smiled, holding her bag of Flour, as the camera went to work. Meanwhile, Kelly and Emma watched as the next lady approached…
And as before, another celebrity approached the A to Z tank.
Gwyneth Paltrow, an actress known for a variety of big roles such as Iron Man, moved over to the tank and sat down, smiling despite her eyes wide with fear as they darted around the room.
“You know, I heard the Voiceover man shares something with her. Wonder what it is,” Kelly mused.
Emma shrugged. “Don’t know, could be anything. After all, I hear he supports Man United as well. Not that they’re doing any good at the moment.”
“What you talking about Emma? Did they lose some other game?”
“Oh, Emma’s only upset at them being knocked out of the Champion’s League. Cheer up Em, they’ll come again.” Of course, Sophie then proceeded to pour a thick brown runny sauce over them. The ladies hunched like always, smiling as the Gravy washed over them. After the initial surge of mess, the girls started picking at the mess coalescing together, finding lumps of the Gravy among the lumpy floury mess. That said, neither girl felt the Gravy was that strange, apart from a strong meaty smell contrasting to the relatively sweet smell they’d had previously.
Gwyneth on the other hand had stopped smiling and started to look nervous. This resulted in an inevitable scream when Sophie tipped the Gravy her way. Trying to deflect the roast dinner topping away, before finding it fruitless, all Gwyneth succeeded in was Gravy covered hair, which she had failed to protect. The brown stock contrasted well with Gwyneth’s golden blond hair, as the Hollywood actress was covered in Gravy.
Soon enough however, the Gravy flow stopped, leaving a relieved Gwyneth. She was as covered as you’d be with a large bucket of Gravy poured on you. She accepted Peter’s hand to get lifted up, before getting photos taken of her holding a Gravy packet. She headed back, probably to a shower, passing on her way…
Yet another famous face came forward.
Hayley Williams, punk rock singer of Paramore, came forward as if she didn’t care. She strolled to the tank and sat herself inside, quietly geeing herself up for the fun she was bound to have.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to have this opportunity since I first heard Paramore play.”
Kelly didn’t respond. Instead, rubbing some of the mess down her body, she looked up just as Sophie arrived to pour some Honey over the girls. This was much stickier than before, while also being quite thick, resulting in the sweet nectar slowing rolling down their skin, at least what wasn’t already covered in gunk at this stage. The Honey didn’t really coat the girls like the gravy or the custard had done, but it did provide yet another bit of mess to the growing pool below them.
Over to their left, Hayley was watching the two hosts with fascination, so much so that she yelped when she felt the Honey hit her own head. The golden liquid spread slowly over her bright red head, before dripping down her face. Her short stature meant as the Honey continued to be poured, Hayley was getting closer to being completely covered in sticky wonderfulness. Despite this, there was a hint of a smile shining through.
“That’s what you get for playing god.” Kelly groaned loudly.
A Honey covered Hayley was taken for her own photo shoot, holding her bottle of Honey like it was some sort of trophy. Then, she headed off on her way, whooping. Then came along the next victim celebrity…
Another celebrity approached their fate.
Isabel Lucas, an Australian actress, who had done her time on soap Home and Away, before moving on to America to star in some other films such as Transformers. She found herself here amongst other celebrities, currently taking her turn in the celebrity gunge tank.
“You never watched Home and Away, did you Emma?”
“Neither did you Kelly. I think one of the lads must have watched it.”
“Yes well, that probably is…OH MY GOD.”
Emma screamed too as they were both pelted with Ice cream, which judging by the girls reactions, who had remained stoic despite the various messes they’d been subjected to, was still as cold as served. The white Ice cream splatted over the bare skin of the girls, at least on what was visible amongst the thick greyish mess over them both. After the initial shock, they soon both started laughing, the Ice cream being something different to the gunk they had already taken.
Meanwhile, Isabel was bracing herself, having heard the screams coming from the seasoned pros for the first time that day. She soon elicited her own loud scream the cold Ice cream splatted upon herself, especially since Isabel had no protection from other mess, meaning she could feel each splodge even more. The Ice cream kept coming, as much as was in any other bucket of gunge, meaning that the Australian star was as covered in the Ice cream as the other stars were in their respective mess.
Soon enough, a shivering Isabel found herself being helped out from the Ice cream, and she was given an Ice cream tub for her photo shoot. Her teeth were chattering as she headed away, not the least bit envious of the next approaching star…
The next star swaggered forward.
Jennifer Lopez, known by her moniker JLo, made her way towards the tank. She was a star of Film and Music alike, her Puerto-Rican roots allowing her to build a fanbase, although it don’t hurt to look like that. She sat in the tank, completely assured of herself, although there was a hint of nervousness as she looked upon her messy hosts.
“Baby got back,” Kelly licked her lips, before spitting as she took in a mixture of gravy, honey and ice cream, amongst other things.
“Yes, well, nothing compared to Peter.”
Kelly just shook her head as Sophie set about her task. Red strawberry Jam fell, splatting upon the two ladies and sticking to their once shiny hair as another layer of mess made its way into the growing pool, which was rising up the girls’ legs, completely engulfing their feet, and they both could make out various things like beans or flour. That said, despite having had so much mess on them, Kelly and Emma were still playing with all the gunk that they were covered in. After a few moments of play, they both simultaneously stopped, and turned to watch JLo, whose composure dropped slightly.
She outright screamed when Sophie dropped her own helping of Jam on to her head. The sticky red substance went splodge as it dripped off JLo’s hair, onto her lap. She whimpered gently as more Jam dislodged itself from her hair and slipped down her body, each time making the same splat noise. JLo lifted her hands to her hair to wipe away the Jam, which oozed through her fingers, sticking as she threw it away from her. JLo seemed almost the edge of having a hissy fit, but Peter soon arrived to help out.
“Wow, someone ain’t happy. I don’t think Amy was that upset when we got her.”
“Yeah well, that bitch could clearly handle more than some divas,” Emma spat.
JLo almost seemed to refuse to have her photo taken, but was soon persuaded by something Eddie mentioned, hose in hand, and Jennifer held her Jar of Jam with a grimace upon her face. She soon rushed off, not paying the slightest attention to the helpers, or the next approaching famous face…
The next celebrity stepped forward and entered the ‘celebrity’ tank.
It was American actress Kaley Cuoco, best known as Bridget from 8 Simple Rules, Billie from Charmed and most recently as Penny from The Big Bang Theory. She seemed to be nervous at the prospect of getting messy but there was a look in her eyes that said she was looking forward to it.
“She’s done this before, hasn’t she?” Emma smirked.
Kelly nodded. “Hopefully she won’t do armpit fart noises this time…”
Sophie poured the next bucket, which was filled with some kind of pale pink soupy liquid. It hit the two girls in the main tank and slithered down their already messy hair and faces, coursing down their shoulders slowly. Emma quivered as it ran through her hair. “What is this stuff?”
“That’s Kissel, a type of fruit soup eaten in Eastern Europe,” Sophie answered. “And now it’s going to go on Kaley!” As she said it she tipped another bucket over Kaley, the Kissel fanning out over her hair. Kaley raised her arms into the air and let out a few ‘woo’s as the soup hit her. The soup pooled at her feet and once the deluge had ceased she was able to see the true extent of the ‘damage’ the Kissel had caused. It had created large pink stains and seeped through her outfit, sticking the fabric to her skin.
Kaley stepped out of the tank and held her arms out, the Kissel dripping to the floor as she walked over to the photoshoot area. She was presented with a large glass bowl filled to just below the brim with Kissel, which she held up as the photographers took their snaps. All in all it had been an enjoyable experience and quite a contrast to a certain diva before.
The next celebrity entered the celebrities’ tank.
It was none other than British supermodel Lucy Pinder. She seemed very nervous i getting messy in her white dress that she had on.
But before the product got released all over Lucy, it was to be firstly poured all over, Kelly and Emma.
Sophie started to pour the bucket of the contents all over Kelly and Emma, the slop starts to pour all over them and it was very orangey and very sticky it was revealed that the substance had been Lucozade in fact.
“What is this substance”. exclaims Kelly
“As it is sticky I think it is some kind of soft drink” says Emma
“Well then it can only be Lucozade then can’t it” says Kelly
Now that Kelly and Emma has been showered with Lucozade it was now Lucy’s turn.
Lucy braced herself for the torrent of Lucozade that was going to hit her.
Sophie started to pour the bucket of Lucozade all of Lucy covering her hair and soaking her white dress making it see through and showing off her impressive cleavage.
Now that the torrent of Lucozade has stopped Sophie then presents Lucy with her bottle of Lucozade so she can have her photograph taken with it.
Lucy then exits the tank and goes for a shower.
You guessed it, a celebrity approached for a gunging.
Mila Kunis was the star of many a romcom, as well as being the voice of Meg Griffin. She was always up there in the sexiest women polls, although looking at her, there was hints that she should be higher. She made no fuss as she sat down, quietly awaiting whatever befell her.
Kelly played with her hair, the Lucozade having washed away most of the other gunk that Emma could make out her ginger hair, before turning to Emma. “Say, you ever get the feeling that someone else is in control?”
“All the time. I think the voiceover man is to blame. What about Mila, you think she’s truly in control in the Hollywood bubble?”
“Oh very much so. You know that vote the voiceover man held, well I heard Mila managed to get herself out of it, even though her vote was put up. How else did she end going out in the first round?”
“That’s a conspiracy Kelly, I thought someone messed up in the vote counting stage.”
“Hmm Hmm.” Kelly and Emma both looked right to see Mila smiling at them both, but before she could say anything, Sophie made a heaving noise above them, and the girls snapped their focus forward just as a pile of Mud splattered all over the two of them. The brown Mud stuck the girls’ hair, covering them like any old thick gunge would, but making them both smile as they remembered playing in smooth creamy Mud just like this, and they soon turned back to Mila, who nodded slightly, smiling through the muck.
Sophie stood over Mila’s tank, before unleashing the Mud upon the brunette. The Mud splatted on her hair, and then spread all over the tank, coating Mila in a layer of muck. Mila squealed loudly, before being muffled as the Mud dribbled down her face, all while more Mud from above slapped her on her lap, making her legs covered in brown splotches. The Mud spread all over the American actress, although as the flow (or rather the final lumps) came to a halt, there was still parts of Mila relatively unscathed, especially as she leaned forward, showing that her clean back. Having said that, her hair was now a new brown, while there were great streaks of Mud down the front of her body.
Mila was soon allowed to get out of the tank. Before heading to the photoshoot, she approached Kelly and Emma’s tank (with Peter just behind her with a wry smile), and the Muddy Mila said to them, “For the record, whatever the hell happen during that vote, someone got me, so it matters little how it happened. Great fun this.” Mila was then taken over to the photo op area, where she found a child’s paddling pool, filled with the same Mud covering her body. The camera man got the most out of the pool being there, having Mila sit in the Mud for the photos. She did smile through it all though, even giving a sexy pout, face covered in Mud. She then headed off, and Peter called for the next celebrity…
You know, maybe this time the celebrity will teleport… No, she just approached the old fashioned way.
Natasha Hamilton was a singer once of Atomic Kitten fame, and now in her older years had been the star of the musical Blood Brothers. She was also once the winner of rear of the year, and it was said rear that was being planted on the seat in the celebrity tank.
“I had a cousin once who really fancied Natasha when we were younger. If he could only see me now…” Emma wistfully thought aloud.
“He’d laugh at you for being so covered in gunge,” Kelly said, causing Emma to break into laughter.
She was still laughing as Sophie’s shadow loomed. Of course, as she began to pour the Nacho Sauce, Emma soon calmed herself as the hot salsa dislodged some of the mud on her forehead. Kelly, feeling ambitious, stuck her tongue out to catch some of the sauce, only to regret it, spiting into the mess below her.
“Jesus Sophie, that’s hot.”
Sophie patted the last of the Nacho Sauce, before grabbing a bag of Nachos. “Well, I like it hot, and occasionally messy.” She emptied the bag of Nachos on the pair of ladies, where the individual Doritos sat in the mess, although a couple stuck out of the girls’ hair.
Sophie then made her way across to Natasha’s tank, who looked nervous, but with a subtle smile that showed she was looking forward to this. Sophie tipped the bucket of Nacho Sauce, and the Atomic Kitten star screamed at the shock of the sauce, cringing a little at the feeling, before smiling as the salsa splattered all over the tank, splotches of the Nacho Sauce on her legs. The liverpudlian’s hair was covered in the Nacho Sauce, which spread slowly but surely, just as Sophie pulled the bucket away. Natasha laughed, showing off her bubbly personality that served her well in the pop world, and as Sophie chucked the Nachos down at her, she caught a couple of Doritos, and after a cheeky dip of the sauce from her chest, crunched them loudly.
Soon enough though, Sophie was finished with her prey, and Natasha was released to have her photoshoot, which she laughed her way through as she held the bag of Nachos and a jar of the Sauce. She then wriggled that rear of the year as she passed by the next celebrity…
Someone else who could claim to be famous somewhere stepped forward…
Olivia Wilde is an actress who has starred in a number of different roles. Of course, the author right now is free to admit that they have never really seen any of them, and just thinks Olivia is hot enough to get gunged, so telling you who she is would be pointless. Just look her up on Wikipedia. Meanwhile, she took her seat inside the tank which all the celebrities have so far.
“You think the author has been playing too much minesweeper again?”
“Kelly, you know for a fact that he always plays too much minesweeper. Anyone who can get a time that quick is playing too much minesweeper.”
“Like you can talk Emma, how many achievements have you got so far?”
“Yes, but that billboard keeps eluding me, even when I used the guide.”
Sophie laughed from above them, making the girls look up, and Sophie quickly pressed her advantage by pouring Oil over the two floundering ladies. They pulled their faces away, spitting out any of the Oil that had ended up in their respective mouths, but the thick black gunk kept slopping up their hair, splashing over the other mess inside the tank, although the Oil did look a lot darker compared to the other mess, especially the creamy mud that was sitting on top with the nacho sauce. Eventually though, Kelly and Emma had had their fill of the Oil, coated in the black (although they were already coated in lots of other stuff anyway).
Olivia was watching with interest, although the nerves came to her fully when Sophie had finished pouring the Oil, and was making her way across to her. She closed her eyes, and crunched up her body anticipating the Oil, although she did keep her arms in her chest rather than over her head like some have done before. Olivia let out a squeak as she felt the Oil slap her on the head and sift its way through her hair. She cringed as the Oil slid down her onto her shoulders, before flowing down her arms and back. After a few seconds though, Olivia jumped up with a loud scream. Evidently, the Oil had flowed all the way down to her exposed panties (she was leaning forward and Sophie was aiming). This outburst caused Olivia to jump up, right into where Sophie was pouring, resulting in getting even more covered in Oil, right up to the last drop.
A black Olivia emerged from the tank when Peter came to escort her. It was clear Olivia hadn’t really enjoyed the experience, although it didn’t seem like she was scarred by it either, and she wasn’t acting like a diva. She held the Oil can for the photos before disappearing off to try and remove some of the Oil. Meanwhile, there was a hint of someone else approaching…
Someone who had starred in something came forward.
Pauley Perrette, best known for being Abby Sciuto on NCIS, came forward and got into the tank. She sat quietly, watching the two very messy hosts to one side.
“I love watching NCIS, you would never mess with Gibbs, he’s such a badass. I also love Abby’s quirkiness, sorta reminds me of someone,” Emma looked at Kelly.
“ME?! I’m not that quirky. I’d never dress like a goth at work.”
“She says, covered in all sorts of mess.”
“I…” Sophie interrupted Kelly’s thought by tipping a bucket of mushy Peas (it’s P, it’s allowed) onto the spluttering Kelly and the smirking Emma. The Peas squidged as they smacked on their target, before jumping forward and falling into the girl’s laps. Both Kelly and Emma had little flexibility being close to each other, and so just had to take the oncoming mess each time, not that they minded. Of course, they still gave the odd squeal as the mess found its way into certain areas. Sophie finished off the Peas onslaught, and left them both with fresh green streaks amongst the increasingly grey mess pool.
Sophie had now set her attention on Pauley, who was smiling. She tipped the bucket of Mushy Peas, and Pauley gave a quiet scream, although not one of disgust, more of exhilaration. The green Peas splatted on Pauley’s black hair, before sliding down to make further splats on her lap. The Peas kept slipping off Pauley’s fringe, nose and other such body parts, such that when Sophie stopped pouring, she was fairly covered topside, most notably her black hair and shoulders. Pauley didn’t seem fazed by the mess, quite contrary, she took delight in scooping some of the mushy Peas in her hand, before throwing it at the glass of the tank (somewhere in the background, Eddie moaned).
Soon though, Pauley was released, and she sprung up, smiling as Peter took her from the tank, who ducked a handful of mushy Peas. Pauley was taken to the photoshoot area, and held a can of Mushy Peas, before disappearing off for a shower. The next person soon arrived, although she soon stopped and stared as Sophie exclaimed, “Wait a second, WHAT?!”
The next celebrity paused at Sophie’s outburst, looking up quizzically at her.
Gemma Arterton is an English actress who had starred in many films, including (no Wikipedia here) St. Trinians, Tamara Drewe and Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time. Another noted role for her was Strawberry Fields in the James Bond film, Quantum of Solace, and it was due to this role that she was here.
“I thought we were doing the alphabet. Last I checked, Gemma doesn’t begin with Q.”
Eddie popped up alongside Gemma. “Er yeah. We had some trouble with some of the letters, so we had to improvise. In this case, when we thought of Q, we thought of James bond, and Gemma said to contact her sometime.”
“But Q wasn’t even in that movie.”
Eddie paused, before shrugging his shoulders. “Meh, we had to think fast, we even tried calling up some friends to see if they had ideas, but nothing really came. Anyway, milady, your tank awaits.” Gemma thanked Eddie sarcastically as she sat inside the tank, eyes flickering around as she waited.
Emma turned to Kelly. “So, after all that drama, do you remember the last time we had Gemma here?”
“Ah yes. Eddie in the gunge tank for failing to organise the Ramp, Pixie Lott seemingly running away with the vote, until Liv Boeree and Gemma took a couple of rounds, and of course you had your way with Peter…”
“How could I forget,” Emma smiled.
“Yes, well ladies, at least I found something beginning with Q…” Sophie interrupted their thoughts. She followed up quickly by tipping a bowl of Quaker Oats onto the hosts. The porridge lumped upon the heads of the girls, before falling down onto their faces and heading further towards their laps. The Quaker Oats proceeded to cover the ladies, almost like the other 16 bits of mess before, and sat at the top of the rising pool, which was now just up to the girls’ chair, which Kelly noticed, parting her legs slightly to allow the mess to rest where it was.
Gemma meanwhile was watching stoically, quite unlike the other celebs, who had at least enjoyed Kelly and Emma’s messing before realising their own was coming. This made sense, especially after what Gemma had faced the last time she was in this neck of the woods, so when Sophie’s shadow loomed, Gemma allowed herself a small smirk, sitting up straight in anticipation. Sophie tipped the Quaker Oats onto the Persian Princess, who, despite all appearances, still screamed quite loudly. The porridge proceeded to spread slowly over Gemma, not outright splattering like other messy substances had done for other celebrities, but rather flowed down off her hair and onto her face. Gemma caught some of the Quaker Oats (with added water, heated up to ? degrees), and held some of it before turning her hand and watching with fascination as the Quaker Oats fell away.
In the end, while Gemma wasn’t as covered as she was previously (or even like her hosts were currently), the Quaker Oats (Ok, porridge) meant that as she was released from the tank, she was still muttering about being gunged. She took the box of Quaker Oats and had her photos taken, before walking back towards Sophie. Sophie raised her eyebrow at Gemma, especially since she could see the next celebrity approaching, but said nothing as Gemma passed her up a note. After reading, Sophie replied, “Alright, you’re on. Once we’re done here, bring him round and I’ll set you up with it.”
Kelly and Emma smirked as Gemma walked away, passing a bewildered…
The celebrity soon got over their bewilderment and stepped forward.
Known simply by her first name, Rihanna was a Barbadian beauty who could knock out a song or two. Like Beyoncé before her, she was big on the RnB scene, enough so that charity events like this was her doing the favour (won’t mention what the voiceover man had over her). She took her seat, waiting for things to get started.
“You remember that story on that website you were reading the other day?”
“You mean the one with all those stories about our exploits? I still can’t believe they found out about your car wash ride with Peter.”
“Yeah, well. Anyway, I remember a story on there where RiRi went up against Beyoncé in a vote and lost, taking the mother of all gungings. If only such things were real.”
As one, Emma and Kelly turned their heads towards Rihanna and smiled at the international star. Sophie broke this a moment later by pouring Rice Pudding on the duo. Kelly and Emma turned back to each other as the creamy rice fell upon them, spreading from the crown of their heads. Sophie moved the bucket around to make sure both ladies were getting the Rice Pudding equally (oops, should really have mentioned that one before, remember, not so obvious). In the end, the individual grains of rice sat at the top as the cream sank further into the mess.
Once Sophie had stopped pouring, Kelly looked up and called out, “Do I have something on my face?”
Sophie laughed as she approached the ‘Celebrity of the Letter’, who seemed quite composed all things considered. That changed as Sophie poured the Rice Pudding on the ‘Only girl in the world’, who shrieked, much like a lot of the other celebrities. Rihanna whimpered the Rice Pudding slid down from her head and over her body, settling mostly on her lap, though not without a thick layer on her head. The Rice Pudding dropped off Rihanna, splattering all around her, but it was the oncoming stuff from above that was making her wish she had an Umbrella (ok, I’ll stop with the puns now). In the end, the creamy Rice Pudding covered the superstar reasonably well.
Soon enough, Rihanna was leaving the tank behind, not exactly with a joyful outlook on her face. She took the pot of Rice Pudding and tried to regain some semblance of dignity (at least what passes for dignity in her world), before heading off, presumably for a shower (although I heard Peter did install some baths recently). Just as she was leaving, Sophie suddenly found herself curious over something.
“Say, what’s that tank that turned up the other day about?”
Emma shrugged. “You mean the one with only three walls?”
“I think the voiceover man is to blame,” Kelly declared. “It’s like he’s trying to make a statement.”
“What, that there’s no fourth wall? Well it must be weird to get gunged in it. Oh, and here comes our next celebrity…” Sophie clapped.
The star blinked at Sophie’s clap as she approached.
Summer Glau, and American actress who starred in something Sci-Fi (I don’t really know which, I was just watching The Big Bang Theory when I picked her, and they said she was in some TV series or another). She took her seat inside the tank, looking at the stains of previous gungings with some sort of excitement.
“Hmm, beware she who expects a lot. It never lives up to what you hope it would be.”
“No, never. That is, unless you’re in a club, in a dunk tank, humiliated but aroused at the same time. Remind you of anyone?”
Kelly blushed, not that anyone could see. “Nope, no one.”
That was followed by Sophie launching her next attack. Her bucket of Salad Cream was slathered upon Kelly and Emma as they made the usual noises. The white Salad Cream slowly made its way down the girls’ faces, dislodging bits of rice pudding and porridge as it went, although the girls were still coated in the 19 layers of mess (and bravo to them, not once so far had they wiped away most of the mess, just the one wash down). The Salad Cream sat at the top of the unrecognisable messy blobs.
Summer meanwhile getting jumpy where she sat. Having seen what she was facing, when Sophie stopped pouring on the two, she even let out a little noise, something akin to the excitement she was showing. Sophie smiled as she crossed over to the top of Summer’s tank, and unleashed the Salad Cream upon her. Summer let go of her excitement with a scream, not one of “yuck” like many a celebrity before her, but one of passion. The white Salad Cream covered her hair, and Sophie made sure the flow hit her chest area and lap. Summer didn’t quite lift her face up, possibly chickening out, but her long brown hair now had a coating of Salad Cream, almost like it was hair dye, and the Salad Cream was dripping down off her forehead.
Once Sophie had finished pouring the Salad Cream on the animated Summer, she placed the bucket down with the others and got ready to move on. Summer didn’t move though when Peter came to remove her. “C’mon, is that it? There’s gotta be more up there. I mean look at them.” She pointed at Kelly and Emma, whose teeth were visible through their grins.
Peter took Summer by the Salad Cream-covered hand and led her away before she could protest too much. “We’ve got a schedule to get through.” She was taken for the photo shoot where she proceeded to go for as many fun poses as possible, even using her bottle of Salad Cream to add to her messy hair. She left with the empty bottle to go get a shower, but not without Peter mentioning, “You know, if you really enjoyed it that much, you can stay to enjoy some of our other tanks along with some others who are getting involved.” Summer smiled as she passed the next celebrity on her way…
The next celebrity found that it was finally her turn, and was approaching the tank that so many others (about 20) had been to.
Una Healy is one fifth of the pop band, the Saturdays. What more can I say? She sings, and she looks good. She had a look of resignation as she came forward, not that excited at whatever awaited her. She took her seat, uncomfortable at the stains of gunge inside (Eddie did try, honest guv).
“I love listening to the Saturdays, I remember being at a roller disco trying to skate to Up. Shame you couldn’t come that night.”
Kelly said, “C’mon, it wasn’t my fault I got the mumps that week. Still, Eddie sure made me feel better while you and Peter lived it up at the club.”
They then found Sophie pouring on something thin and oily. Neither girl could say they felt much, especially since they were covered in thick messy stuff, but from the stuff that they caught in their relatively clean hands, it was something warm. Emma held her tongue out to try and get a taste of what was being poured, and managed to get a small drizzle.
“Hmm, is that butter?”
Sophie had finished pouring the ladies batch. “It’s Utterly Butterly, isn’t it. The stuff we used in practice hurt, so we melted it down for you. We do think of you here.”
“Yes, and we do pay you.”
Sophie grinned. “Touché.”
She then took another bucket, and hovered above Una. She poured the Utterly Butterly and was met with a loudest scream of the day so far. In fact, it took Sophie by surprise that she accidently tipped the bucket up too fast. Una continued to scream as a rush of melted butter washed over her, although that was soon quickly over, leaving Una to inspect the damage. The Utterly Butterly had mostly landed on her hair and flowed like a waterfall down her body from there, although you could see that her stylised hair had been matted down and now was quite greasy. Una whimpered as she could feel how the Utterly Butterly (please note, I’m not getting paid to say this brand, I’m not advertising it or owt. The other stories I’ve written are another matter, read them if you get the chance) had splashed all over her body. Her only real positive thought at this moment was that it was all over very fast. She was Utterly Butterly covered.
Una soon found herself getting out of the tank, with Peter looking slightly annoyed at Sophie, even if he was as charming as ever for herself. She went to the photo shoot area and tried to put on a brave face, holding onto her tub of Utterly Butterly, determined not to make show of it like JLo. She soon was able to escape and left for a shower. Soon enough though, the next celebrity was making her way forwards…
Someone you may know for doing something was now approaching.
Victoria Coren is a presenter and a poker player. Are you up to speed? No? Well maybe Wikipedia won’t be blacked out today, so you could go search her on there. Or maybe the government will be censoring that today, in which case, why are you hacking my computer and how did you get my password (I’m sure that’s the only way you could get this if the internet got hit by ACTA)? Anyway, back in the story that I’m currently writing, Victoria went and climbed into the gunge tank and waited.
“I think the voiceover man has gone crazy,” Emma said to Kelly.
“Nah, he’s probably trying to decide which is worse, ACTA or the Daily Mail.”
“Tough choice.”
A familiar shadow came over them. Sophie poured Vegetable Soup onto the two ladies. It was relatively thin, especially compared to the stuff like the treacle just two messes ago, but in amongst the soup was bits of Vegetables, although neither Kelly nor Emma cared as the lumps made their way into the growing pool below them. Kelly made a show of trying to wipe away some of the gunk, but found that task near impossible, such was the amount of gunge over the two girls (not that they minded).
Sophie soon found her way over to Victoria, and unleashed the Vegetable Soup upon her. Victoria kept herself composed, not allowing herself to scream, but as the yellow soup splattered all over her blond hair, she let a small smile slip. The Vegetable Soup and the (real) Vegetables within it was unimpeded by other messy substances, and so flowed all over Victoria’s head, sliding down her face and dropping onto her lap. The Vegetable Soup was thin enough to get everywhere, but that results in a drenched look (admittedly coloured drenched, but still), but Victoria was left outright smiling, although she looked a little disgusted as she picked off some of the Vegetables.
Victoria then followed in the footsteps of the other celebrities, holding onto a tin of the Vegetable Soup as the photos were taken. She then departed, nodding as she passed the next celebrity…
Representing W, actress and occasional shoplifter Winona Ryder approached the gunge tank.
“Do you think she’s going to steal the show?”, Kelly asked Emma with a cheeky wink.
“Sshhhh!” Emma jabbed her elbow into Kelly, working hard to suppress laughing herself. “She looks reluctant enough already.”
Emma perceived correctly. With her hands on her hips, Winona peered into the tank, pouting sourly as she surveyed the grey-brown puddles of mixed mess on the floor and seat. Her eyes flitted yearningly to the exit, but the phrase “it’s for charity” is remarkably coercive with celebrities, so she grudgingly stepped into the tank. Perhaps it’ll only be water – that begins with W, she told herself, trying to keep the contact between her backside and the sloppy seat as light as possible.
Watching Winona’s squeamishness through the mess-smeared window of their own gunge tank, Emma and Kelly were taken by surprise as Sophie commenced pouring. A coarse brown substance plopped down onto the pair. It was Weetabix (which, being a trademark, is capitalised whether or not the story series requires it. But if you reading this post-ACTA, then maybe it appears as ████████, if at all), crushed and mixed with lukewarm milk to produce a cloying paste. The Weetabix fell in irregular dollops, each making a dull splatting sound as it joined the growing pool on their heads and shoulders. Growing drier and thicker by the second, the relentlessly absorbant cereal even drew moisture from the existing mess that covered them, congealing everything into a sludgey cement.
Winona looked on horrified – it wasn’t water after all! As Sophie switched places to Winona’s tank, the actress hunched forward and tried to wrap her arms around her head. The Weetabix plopped down onto the star’s back, much to her disgust. She whimpered as she felt the Weetabix enter inside her black dress and descend all the way down to her buttocks.
Thinking that the gunging was over, Winona slowly straightened herself up, but Sophie had only used half of the allocated amount. The second half she now released, taking Winona by surprise, right on the top of her unprotected head (the so-called “Live and Kicking Technique”). Winona swore as her short ruffled hairstyle took a thorough coating of the high-fibre foodstuff. She glared up at Sophie, who cheekily flicked a residual glob of Weetabix with her fingers, which came to perch right on the end of Winona’s nose, eliciting more swearing, and a hasty exit from the tank.
“Not a happy bunny”, Emma remarked to Kelly, as they watched the whining Winona walk over to the photography area, adopting a strange posture due to the sensation of the Weetabix down the back of her dress. The stuff was already hardening, forming a cement in her hair, and she faced a long, difficult shower. Forget shampoo, she was going to need a chisel.
Peter handed the frowning Winona a box of Weetabix to pose with, but then quickly took it back off her, lest she tried to walk off with it.
Lucy Lawless is an actress best known for her role as Xena the Warrior Princess. Because of this, she got chosen to represent the letter X in this massive story. Isn’t that right Sophie.
“Yes it is Mr. Voiceover man,” Sophie looked as if sceptical that she was talking to the author. Lucy was in the tank, and waiting nervously, though she’d been through enough charity events not to be too fazed by what was to come.
“I remember watching Hercules back in the day. He sure looked fit. And of course there was that one scene that had that woman in the mud. Was that Xena?”
“Nah, it was her sidekick.”
Sophie looked quizzically at the chatting birds below, then made a big show of opening up a can. The girls looked up, but all they could see was Sophie pouring down a beer of some sort, which splashed over them. They were both connoisseurs of having beer thrown in their faces (although they preferred the red wine), so weren’t put off by smell emanating from the beer, which they were quickly able to work out had to be XXXX branded. Neither were particular keen on beer (Emma much preferred cidré), so neither girl tried to catch any of the alcohol in their mouths, but did smile as the beer washed over them.
Lucy then found herself the centre of attention. Sophie poured the XXXX beer onto the Xena actress, who screamed, but from the look of things, she was probably grateful that the worse she was getting was some beer. Having said that, she still threw her hands up to try and protect herself as the beer soaked through her hair and clothes. The beer mostly washed over her, rather than leaving a sticky substance behind, but it did manage to ruin her whole look, including her hair amongst other things.
Soon enough though, Sophie was all out, and had no change for the next round. Lucy was let out of the tank, dripping beer as she moved across to the photo shoot. She held her can of XXXX beer, had some photos then left.
Kelly was watching this when something occurred to her. “Say Eddie, why was it that the GGP only had women in it? Surely there should be men involved in these votes.”
Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “Erm, I think the men’s version is taking place for January (story is set circa December remember). It’s the same as the women’s, all the top names are in there. I hear Justin Timberlake got knocked out in the first round, but it turned out not to be another Mila Kunis. I’m just annoyed Beiber wasn’t eligible, he could do with some real humiliation, but he ain’t 18 yet. Watch this space, we might even book the winner to do something with Karen Gillan…”
“Yes Eddie, but for the time being, we’ve got another guest for you here,” Peter interrupted, standing next to…
The penultimate celebrity stood next to Peter.
Megan Young (whose surname begins with Y, so it’s slightly better than previously) is a Filipino-American actress who you may have never heard of, but she fitted the criteria, so she’s currently heading to sit inside the gunge tank.
“So yeah, were you on your travels again darling?” Eddie backed away from the girls’ tank, where his wife sat staring at him.
“Don’t worry Kelly, he’s just worried about the after show party.”
Meaningless chatter continued, until Sophie broke it up by pouring Yogurt on it. The thick creamy Yogurt poured over the two girls, who, despite a few washouts by thinner gungings, were still coated in a thick layer of mess, along with a pool of various bits of gunk that rose up to their waist (although if they had been standing, it would be just above the knee). The Yogurt was white, but there were bits of fruit in the milky goodness, not that Kelly or Emma could notice. In the end, the white dome look they had before the treacle some letters ago looked like it could be restored.
Megan looked slightly bemused by the mess on the host ladies, but squealed as Sophie turned her attention her way. The Yogurt slid down her black hair onto her face, flowing over where Megan had closed her eyes. More Yogurt continues to plop out of Sophie’s bucket, where the Filipino star had curled herself up, even if she could do little to protect things like her hair. Megan seemed to be in a classic case of while it’s fun to watch others get it, it’s less so when you’re the one getting gunged. The Yogurt continued to cover Megan, soon coming to a stage where her hair and shoulders were covered in thick creamy Yogurt, almost like most gunge videos you’ve seen.
Megan soon found herself able to escape from the tank. She didn’t look too happy about the experience, but at the same time, wasn’t outright crying, nor was she throwing a strop. The photos of her holding a yogurt were taken, and then she departed (where she promptly got misdirected to the trick showers, but that’s a whole other story. We won’t discuss who was to blame for that one).
“Hey Emma, cheer up, one more letter to complete the alphabet. And look, here comes our final guest…”
The final celebrity finally found that it was her turn, and was just approaching the tank.
Zooey Deschenal is an actress and singer who has been in things like The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (42 part story anyone? Highly improbable), and is currently starring in a sitcom New Girl (which is currently showing on Channel 4, not something decent like How I Met Your Mother). She was smiling, almost like Summer was when it was her turn, as she headed to her seat. She gave a small wave to her hosts before sitting down, jumping up and down giddily.
“She’s not been here before, has she?” Kelly frowned.
“No, wasn’t she at that thing we had with Kelly Clarkson, what was it? Party in the Park?”
“Possibly. Either way, final letter time Ems.”
Emma smiled, especially as Sophie began to pour down Zabaglione onto the pair of them. The custard-like Italian dessert splatted on the duo, although it is airier than its English equivalent, so it didn’t flow like some other messy item that had already been and gone (or maybe it did, I don’t know, I’ve never used it before). Either way, the Zabaglione topped off the girls’ gunging, which had everything from Angel Delight, through Honey, Ice Cream, Mud, Salad Cream, ending here with the Zabaglione. Right now, they were two very messy ladies in desperate need of a shower. Still, it was all smiles from them as Sophie finished off the last of the Zabaglione.
Of course, there was one other final gunging to complete, and Zooey was still eager as Sophie came by her way. Sophie poured the Zabaglione on the actress, who squealed, but kept smiling as the dessert covered her. Zooey then went for something that few celebrity before her (if any) had attempted, and lifted her face up, allowing Sophie to pour the Zabaglione directly in her face, covering her features. She kept this up for a few seconds, before pulling her head down to get her breath. She smiled through the mess, which was all over her, covering her chest, pooling in her lap and head was totally Zabaglione. Soon though Sophie ran out, and Zooey cheered, covered in the mess.
Eddie came up to the tank, and took Zooey on her whistle stop photo shoot, where she held a bowl of Zabaglione, making cheeky poses for the camera, before leaving to go get a shower. The next celebrity was awaited…
Wait, *Checks Alphabet* that was the last letter *Checks Story* ah yes, we’ve just got a few loose ends here…
Eddie stood by the girls’ tank, watching for something. Kelly noticed the strange behaviour. “Say Ed, where’s Peter? Aren’t we supposed to be going to the after party by now?”
“Oh, Megan got lost and ended up in the wrong bathroom, so he’s dealing with a slimy Filipino right about now, but he should be along soon, ah yes, here we go…” Peter indeed approached, hands covered in green slime. After wiping them clean, he drained the girls’ tank, allowing for the door to be opened. Kelly and Emma were taken over to the photo shoot area where a pile of every gunge item they’d used was waiting (including the Mud pool Mila had been in). The very messy ladies were treated to a long photo shoot, before they were released to go get a shower.