Roleplay! Now... Uh.... How to start....?

Skipper: What sorcery is this?!

Private: Just my new Princess Self-Respectra I got in mail. Remember you burned my old one when you were about to pop like a balloon?

Monique: You know, Skipper, you could've at least asked Private to stop whatever it was he was doing that bothered you.

Skipper: I'm not talking about Private's new doll, and you know it! This is... REAL sorcery. e.e

Monique: You mean sorcery that's different from MY magic?

(I'm going to use a couple of my cadets from my story on fan fiction. Cam and Cleo to be exact)
Cam: Yes, Monique. I think he means different from your magic.
Cleo: But it's scientifically proven that magic isn't real!

Monique: (laughing) Cleo, do you realize how long it took me to convince Kowalski that magic is just another term for impossible science before I explained more about Nicholas Flammel?

Cleo: Six point ninty-two point eight hours.
Cam: Dang it, Cleo. Stop that jibber-jabber.
Cleo; *rolls eyes* Just like her father.

Monique: Maybe I can trace the source of the sorcery through smell. Some weigh a ton, some weigh a pound. To identify who, give me the nose of a hound. ( my nose changes its form and I start sniffing)

Dylan: I think it is real sorcery, because usually chairs don't float. *points to a floating chair*

Monique: Hmm, dark smoke, wet technology, ice, and raw lobsters. BLOWHOLE!!

Cleo: There must be some...logical...explaination!
Cam: Like maybe, you're wrong?
Cleo: Not THAT logical.

Monique: Need I remind you guys that Nicholas Flammel is basically a scientist? Do I need to teleport you into the book to prove it?

Cleo: What does HE have to do with this? It's all lies. LIES!

Cam: Denial that she's wrong. Sounds like queen Cleopatra.

Monique: Listen to me, my gut and mind tell me Blowhole's using some kind of dark magic. Now either you get that through your head or the last thing you'll hear me say will be "Here's Johnny"

Cleo: One, Cam, don't use my whole name. It's too complicated.

Cam: Says miss Scientist...

Cleo: Two, who the hedge is Johnny?

Monique: Never mind "The Shining". We gotta stop Blowhole.

Cleo: I suggest a highly elaborate trap, with springs, wires, and, cake.

Cam Cake?

Cleo: Yeah, cake. For bait, duh!

Cam: I suggest, not. We should just go in and attack him. It always works for dad.

Monique: Why not try both? That way, partially, we won't have to worry about making things up as we go along.

Cam: Fine, but if we can't find cake, balme her. *points at Cleo*

Cleo: I propose that we not point flippers, *puches glasses up beak, and holds clipboard in front of her* and work together. Combining our talents, mt smarts, Monique's magic, and...Cam's...stubborness...will help us acomplish our task in record time.

Cam:...a chick isn't even SUPPOSED to UNDERSTAND that!

Skipper: HO HO HO HOLD ON! *waves flippers* Now let's not get too ahead of ourselves. I'm just wondering... WHO ARE YOU RANDOM ANIMALS AND WHERE DID YOU GUYS JUST COME FROM?! What are all of you guys, spies? e.e

Cam: Daddy!

Cleo: Uncle Skipper!

*Cam and Cleo run up and hug Skipper*

Monique: Still think I'm a spy, huh?

Tressa: Hey, what are you doing? What happened?

Monique: Alright, which one of us are you talking to?

Cam: Who are you, strange penguin with a Rico hair?

Cleo: It's called a mowhak, Cam.

Cam: Whateves, man.

Cleo: And I'm not a man, or even a woman.

Cm: Just shut up, sis. Youre driving me to crazy-ville!!

Tressa: I want to help you for stop Dr Blowhole. *takes her invention book* Umm, there are some inventions that we can use. Rico, can you give me dynamite, incase we need some.
Rico: Okay.

Cleo: You have an inventions book? I am a very happy chick.

Cam: You would be. Haha.

(I don't believe I've ever role-played with you, Tressa.

Private: There's a lunacorn toy! YAY! *takes lunacorn*
Tressa: Don't touch it! It is mind-washer!
Private: Where am I? Who am I?
Tressa: *facepalm* What did I tell you?
(Yes CC. This is the first time I have role-played :D )

Cleo: Don't worry, *take mind washer* I can reverse the porlarity and bring back his memory.
Cam: Riiight. Have fun with that.
Cleo: I shall.
(Seriously? You've never role-played before? And you've been on Fanpop since 2011!)

Tressa:Where is Private?
Rico: HCGSHCKNDADJKKFKHAS
Tressa: How could you let him go out???? Cleo,Cam we must find Private!*listens something carefully* THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!
(I have so many exams in my school. I didn't have time for role-play. But I think this is so funny! :D )

Cleo: Nothing's impossible...with science.
Cam: That's not what she means. *grabs her flipper* Come on!

Monique: He's too fast. (a race car comes around and the driver brings Private back)
David: (coming out of the car with Private) you guys need a little help?
Mastique: thanks, bro.
David: anytime. Now what's going on?

Cam: Whoa...

Monique: guys, this is my son, David. He likes racing, especially against Kowalski.
David: (shows a scoreboard) Dad's gotta win two more races to tie with me again.

Cam: That's an awesome car, David.

David: thanks. I heard cool cars go faster so I figured, "Why not adjust the paint job and features a little bit?"

Cam: Yeah...

Monique: Umm, what about Blowhole?

Cleo: We get him, of course....I think...

Cam: So NOW the sciency one is stumped?

Rainshadow: *magically appears?* What's this I hear about magic? Wow, I sound sophisticated. Jesus guys, there IS such a thing as Wicca you know.

Skipper: Who are you?

Rainshadow: I'm presumably from your future. No wait, I am from your future. COMPLICATIONS!

Rainshadow: I'm sort of late with the Wicca right?

Kowalski: You're from NZ and you say you're late? That's funny…

Monique: *clears throat to regain focus* so, what are you doing here?