YES YES YES! Someone else who does this! Elly and I are writing a fanfic together, and we are doing this! It works out nicely because it's TV show fanfics, so we pretend the actors interrupt like they might IRL. Here are a few of ours:
The Attack of the Cookie“Joe! Get your hand out of those cookies!” A voice called. Gertrude, Fenton Hardy’s sister, appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.
“Too late,” Joe replied with a hint of sarcasm.
Gertrude sent him a reproachful glance. “Out of my kitchen before you track in dirt and mud and who-knows-what-else from outside!”
Grinning, Joe reached his hand in the cookie jar for one last chocolate chip cookie as he trudged outside, Frank on his heels.
Then they spotted a man walking up their driveway. He was a lanky sort of fellow with straight, short brown hair. He wore a plaid suit, too. The boys walked out to meet him.
“Uh, hello. My name is Jack McGee, I’m a reporter for the National Register--”
Shaun: “So, wait. Joe doesn’t even get to eat the cookies? What is he going to do with them if he doesn’t get to eat them? Throw them at McGee?”
Parker: “There’s an idea.” *chuckles*
Shaun: “Hey, McGee! Take this!” *throws a cookie*
Jack Colvin: *catches the cookie and eats it* “Thanks Shaun.”
Parker: *Begins to laugh*
Shaun: “Want another one?” *throws it and hits Jack in the face* “Take that, nosey reporter!”
Jack: “OW! Cookies hurt! Now, come on. All I want to do is talk with Fenton Hardy.”
Parker: *begins to laugh uncontrollably*
Shaun: “Why do you want to talk with our dad?! Huh?” *throws another cookie* “He’s none of your business!” *throws another cookie* “Get out!” *starts laughing and throws another cookie*
Jack: *guards his head from the cookies* “Alright! Alright! I’ll leave! I guess you don’t care about the ten thousand dollars then! Fine!” *starts running away laughing*
Shaun: “The thousand dollars? WAIT!” *runs after Jack laughing*
Parker: *laughs uncontrollably and falls to the ground, laughing*
The Best Reporter Ever“I just want to be a good reporter. And...” McGee turned his gaze to his pancakes, “I fear I’m not.”
“Not? What do you mean, not?” Joe bit into a piece of pancake and made a face.
“Oh, Mr. McGee, I think you’re a fine writer!” Frank was quick to chime in.
Jack Colvin: “A fine writer? That’s IT??”
Shaun: “Whaddya want him to say? That you’re the best writer in the whole universe?”
Jack: “That would be nice, yeah. But I know I write well. I said I’m a bad reporter. Though I don’t really believe it. Who wrote this script anyways?”
Parker: *starts laughing*
Shaun: “Oh, hail the wonderful reporter! His only story that he’s written for the past three years is on a giant green man he can’t get any information about! Oooh! Big scary Jack is going to get his big break with the monster! Ooooh!”
Jack: “Now cut it out, Shaun!” *grabs a spatula and hits Shaun*
Parker: *laughs some more*
Shaun: *throws a pancake at Jack*
Director: *while laughing* “CUT!”
Oh So Talented
Mac tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel in rhythm to the song on the radio. Glancing both ways, he accelerated at the green light, causing his car tires to squeal on the gravel. He pulled into the driveway some minutes later.
Richard Dean Anderson: “Oooh! I’m so talented!”
Bill Bixby: “Just don’t crash. Okay? Honestly, I could drive better than you.”
Richard: “Are you serious? Did you just see how much talent that took?
Bill: “Um... I had to drive a car acting like I had two paralyzed legs in one episode... I had to use a crutch to push on the accelerator! If that isn’t talent, then I don’t know what is.”
Richard: “Was the crutch made out of duct tape?”
Bill: “No...”
Richard: “See? I am so talented!”
Expel Shaun from the Kitchen, Please?Joe bit into a piece of pancake and made a face.
Shaun: “Who made these disgusting pancakes?? Whoever made them should be expelled from the kitchen --- permanently!”
Parker: *slight cough* “Um... if I remember correctly, you did.”
Shaun: “What? Oh... yeah. *gulps pancake down with some force* Delicious.”
Unfriendly CompetitionMac chuckled. “Feel up to a little friendly competition on the air hockey table?”
“I’m not very good with air hockey, but I think I could give it a shot,” David said while clearing the table.
Bill: “You’re telling me to say I’m not very good at air hockey? I’m a PRO!”
Richard: “I know it’ll be hard. But try. Try really hard to be really bad.”
Bill: “What?”
Richard: *slides on hockey gloves* “You ready?”
Bill: “Yeah.”
[Half-hour later]
Bill: “I told you I was a pro at air hockey!”
Richard: “It was a TIE.”
Bill: “But only because you had the gloves on. A tie with you is like beating anyone else.”
Richard: *rolls his eyes* *makes a quick shot with the puck and scores* “Now I’ve won.” *runs away laughing*
Bill: *grabs a dish towel and chases Richard*
These are just as fun to make as the actual story.
I think I'd like doing that in my blog at least. Might be kind of cool to add at the end of a book as well.
Here's two examples from two of my stories, the second being the novel I'm currently working on.
