Chris.......................as himself
Lance.....................as himself
J.C..........................as himself
Joey.......................as himself
Lou Pearman.........as himself
Britney Spears........as herself
Nick Carter.............as himself
Scary Voice..............as itsself
We found it on Natasha's 'N Sync Site. She didn't write it either.
Justin: Yo, ya gots J'Dawg.
Scary Voice: Hello, Justin.
Justin: Who be dis?
Scary Voice: You tell me
Justin: Well I gots no ideas.
Scary Voice: Do you like scary movies?
Justin: Yeah, G! I watched dat Backstreet Boys home video 20 times, yo!
Scary Voice: That's not what I'm talking about, you freaking idiot! I mean, HORROR movies! Like, "Friday the 13th, H20" or something like that!
Justin: Ohhh! Nah, homes, I don't watch stuff like dat. At least not witout my mommy around...hold up a minute, who da heck is dis? I've got a fly honey comin' over in a second, so I can't be wastin' my flava on you!
Scary Voice: Her name wouldn't be...BRITNEY, would it?
Justin: HECK NO! I wouldn't touch dat brat if y'all paid me!
Scary Voice: Then who the heck do I have tied up on your patio?
Justin: WHAT?!
(Justin runs to the sliding door and turns on the patio lights. There sits Britney, tied to a chair, bruised and bleeding.)
Justin: Yo, it's abouts time someone did that.
Scary Voice: We're going to play a little game, Justin. If you answer the question right, Britney lives. If you get it wrong, then I kill her and leave her body in your car.
Justin: My Benz! Oh man, da blood would never come out of da uphosltery!
Scary Voice: First question...name the other members of 'N Sync in ten seconds or less.
Justin: Uhh, well...um, there's J.C., and what's-his-face...Chris!...uh, there's one named Lance, right? Okay, dat's four...
Scary Voice: Time's up! Say bye-bye, Britney!
(Justin watches in horror as Britney is gutted, her fat rolls falling all over the patio.)
Scary Voice: Now, Justin. On to Round Two...what color are you?
Justin: What?
Scary Voice: You heard me. What COLOR are you?
Justin: Yo, is dis a trick question?
Scary Voice: Wrong answer!
(A dark figure, wearing a white ghost mask, suddenly jumps through the glass door. He stabs Justin 34 times (violent, huh?) and hangs his body from the rafters.)
Justin (dieing): Joey! That's the other one! Joey...
(The next day at Transcon, 'N Sync finds out the horrible news.)
Lance (hanging up the phone): Hey, you guys. I've got some bad news. Somebody killed Justin last night.
Chris: WHAT?!
J.C.: Justin's dead?! Without Justin, we're ruined! Who else can get eight-year-olds to fall in love so fast but him? Certainly not any of us.
Joey: Hey, when are we eating?
Chris: Is that all you can think about? My best friend is dead! He was the only one who ever laughed at my jokes! I'm screwed!
Lance: Hey, on the plus side, somebody killed Britney, too.
J.C.: Well, I guess every cloud does have its silver lining.
(Lou Pearlman enters the room.)
Lou: Boys, I'm sure you've heard the terrible news. I'm probably losing thousands of dollars as we speak. Anyway, to be on the safe side, I'm impossing a curfew on you. You must be indoors by nine o' clock.
(Lou exits)
Chris: What a fat piece of trash.
Joey (looking up from a Twinkee): Huh?
Chris: No, not you Joey. I was talking about Lou.
Joey: Oh.
J.C.: So what are we going to do?
Lance: Well, if we have to be in by nine, why don't we invite all of our friends over so we won't be lonely?
J.C.: Yeah, but Lance, you don't have any friends.
Lance: Oh yeah. Okay, why don't we get together and make fun of Joey instead?
J.C. and Chris: Okay!
(Later that night, at Chris' house.)
Chris: Hey, can somebody get me another coke?
Lance: Yeah, me too.
J.C.: Me three.
(They all turn to stare at Joey.)
Joey: How come I'm always the one who has to get the cokes?
J.C.: What else are you good for?
Lance: Hey Joey, I think there's a cake in the garage.
Joey: Cake?
Lance (nodding): Yeah, a Superman-shaped one. You can have it if you get us more coke.
Joey: SUPERMAN-SHAPED!!! I think I just wet my pants!!
J.C.: That was more then I needed to know.
(Joey takes off running. He enters the garage and looks around excitedly. His excitment soon turns to confusion.)
Joey: Hey, I don't see any cake! But Lance wouldn't lie to me! I've shared too much of myself with him for him to do that! (I don't even want to know what that's supposed to mean.)
(Suddenly, the door slams. Joey whirls aroud only to come face to face with the dark, scary ghost man.)
Joey: What the heck?
(The killer raises a knife and charges at Joey. Joey shrieks and tries to squeeze through the pet door, only to find that his head is the only thing that he can fit.)
Joey: Well, this is awkward.
(The killer hits the garage door opener, and Joey is decapitated. Poor Joey. Elsewhere in the house...)
J.C.(returning from the bathroom): Hey, guys, what's taking Joey so long?
Chris: Who cares? He's gone. Let's enjoy the moment.
J.C.: Well, I'm going to check on him.
(J.C. heads to the garage, and discovers Joey's body hanging from the door. Suppressing the urge to vomit, he runs back to the living room to tell Chris and Lance what he has discovered.)
J.C.: You guys! Joey's dead! I saw his body hanging...uh, guys, why are you smiling like that?
(Lance and Chris look at each other and laugh.)
Lance: What's not to smile about? Justin's dead, Joey's dead, and soon you'll be dead.
(Lance raises a knife and slowly advances towards J.C.)
Lance: You like my knife? It's an antique. As BOP reported, I really do collect them. But you already knew that, didn't you, J.C.? That's because you know everything, don't you?
J.C.: Chris, help me out here!
Chris: Help? HELP? Why? So you can steel more of my solos later? I don't think so.
J.C.: Why? Why would you do something like this?
Lance: Why? BECAUSE I'M FROM MISSISSIPPI, THAT'S WHY! Or how about this? Let's see how you would feel if people constantly told you that you couldn't dance, and that you were really a girl! You would want to kill people, too!
J.C.: You've got a point...but Lance, all those things are true.
Lance: Shut up!!
J.C.: Chris, what about you? What's your motive?
Chris: My motive? I'm a 28 year old with dreadlocks, and the only people who see me as a sexual being are under the age of fourteen. Plus, I'm the CRAZY one of the group! It comes with the territory!
J.C.: Fair enough.
Lance: But you haven't even seen the best part.
(Lance snaps his fingers)
Lance: Chris! Bring out the suprise!
(Chris disappears and returns with a blond boy, gagged and bound.)
J.C. (gasps): You've kidnapped Nick Carter!!
Lance: Picture this--Nick realizes that he is not the number one sex symbol in America. He snaps and goes on a killing spree. He kills all the members of 'N Sync, except, of course, me and Chris.
Chris: Being the stupid freak that he is, he forgets that we're in the group...actually, most people tend to forget that.
Lance: Then, the reality of what he has done hits him, and he kills himself. It's perfect!
J.C.: Yeah, except...hey, what's Danielle doing here?
(Lance turns around quickly. J.C. kicks the knife out of Lance's hand and grabs it. He stabs Chris through the forehead. Chris stumbles and falls face-first into the kitty-litter box.)
Lance: Wow, he finally did something funny.
J.C.: I'll say.
(The two continue to struggle as Nick Carter wets his pants for the fifth time. Finally, J.C. manages to tip the refrigerator over, crushing Lance's skull. J.C. unties Nick.)
Nick: Oh, J.C., you're my hero!
J.C.: Dude, get off me!
(J.C. brushes himself off.)
J.C.: Hey, now I can finally have a solo career! What a great ending! I'm free!!!