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Surprise people! Yep, you guessed it. Another Jellies fanfic!


In the hallways of Walla Walla High School. There was a girl who was popular. Her name is Tanya Jupiter. Running down the halls to meet her friends. RG looks at her lovingly while clenching his book. "Damn! I Am Shaking In My Shoes Whenever She Flashes Those Baby Blues!" RG says staring at her.


"You been listening to J.Giles Band again?" asked Cornell off the cuff. "What do you expect when a guy has a crush on Tanya Jupiter. The most popular girl in school?" asked Reggie.


RG continues to look at her and Cornell says, "Man! Snap out of it! She's way out of your league!" Cornell tells RG. "That don't matter. I will be soon!" heavily sighs. "If only I knew what to do to impress her. She doesn't know I exist." RG said as he sighed. RG then continues, "I want to win her over so badly that I am going to stop saying 'dawg'."


"Yeah sure, whatever." Reggie replies.


"Say, I know. Let's listen in on her and her friends." suggested Cornell. Hiding behind a garbage can. Cornell, RG, and Reggie all hear Tanya making an exciting announcement to her friends.


"I got the part!" Tanya said excitingly. "Which part?" asked one of the girls. "I'm going to play the lead female in the school play of Marie Antoinette!" Tanya proudly announced. All the girls squealed and laughed as they were thrilled for their friend.


"That's it!" RG said. "What's it?" Cornell Asks. "If I can get a part as the lead male in Marie Antoinette, Tanya will be mine!" RG tells his friends.


"Are auditions for the Marie Antoinette play still open I wonder?" Reggie pointed out. Cornell sees a sign that says, "MARIE ANTONIETTE PLAY AUDITIONS OPEN." "I think you're in! Better go before it's too late!" Cornell warned RG.


Following RG into the Drama room. Cornell and Reggie reminise about a History Term Paper they once had to do.


"Marie Antoinette. Remember when we had to do that term paper about her in the French Revolution?" recalls Cornell. "Yeah, how can I forget!" Reggie told him rolling his eyes. "How can RG play the role of King Louis XVI I wonder?" spoke Cornell.


Running into the classroom which was used for Drama Class. The Acting Teacher Mr. Silverstein. Who everyone knew as Mr Silver-Screen. "Ahhh, good old Mr Silver-Screen!" Cornell says. "Gotta love that pun on his name!" Reggie adds on.


RG runs to Mr Silverstein sitting at his desk, "Mr. Silverstein! Mr. Silverstein! I mean, Silver-Screen!" "What can I do you for? By the way you can call me by my real name". asked Mr. Silverstein. "I'm here to audition for the part of King Louis VXI! " RG said with confidence.


Mr Silverstein said, "Oh, I'm afraid you're too late for that..." "WHAT! WHY!" RG panicked. "Because I already gave the part to someone else." Mr Silverstein explains.


"Is there any other lead part I can audition for?" RG asked out loud. "Yes there is. This guy." Mr. Silverstein shows RG a picture of King Louis VXI's less than stellar younger brother...The Count of Provence.


"Okay. All right. If this is what it takes. I'll be him in the play I guess." RG said. Reluctantly accepting the role in the play as The Count of Provence. "Oh one more thing! This play needs to be historically accurate!" Mr Silverstein calls out to RG.


Standing outside of the Drama Class, Cornell and Reggie waiting for RG. "Any luck?" asked Cornell. "Did you get the lead role of King Louis VXI?" Reggie asks.


"The role went to someone else." said RG. "I did get a part in the play." "Really? Who?" asked Reggie. "His younger brother The Count of Provence." said RG.


A part of RG was happy and disapointed at the same time. "Well, if this is the only way for me to get close to her....I'll take it."


"We're still happy for you!" said Cornell. "With us by your side. We'll help you nail the role of Provence!" assured Reggie.


"Kirsten Dunst did a movie of Marie Antoinette. Maybe we..." Cornell was about to finish. "How about we watch the Masterpiece Theater version instead?" suggests Reggie.


"Good call." Cornell said. "Sure I can watch that." RG agrees.



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At the Jellies' House. Barry, Debbie, and KY were watching their favorite courtroom show, Real Life Court. "In this one, the planitiff is suing the defendent for selling bootleg DVDs!" Barry tells Debbie and KY.


"Ironicly the DVDs are all courtroom dramas like that long forgotten Nuts movie." laughs Debbie. "Don't forget courtroom comedies too like From The Hip." KY chimes in. Cornell, along with RG and Reggie run into the house and the living room.


"Damn! Cornell! You know you need my permission to invite your friends over!" Barry tells his adopted son. "I knew that. Can you guys turn the channel to PBS?" Cornell asked. "You never watch PBS. Who are you and what you have done with Cornell?" snarked Debbie.


"Are you going to protest wanting to bring back PBS Kids shows like Cyberchase and Arthur?" KY joins the conversation.


"No no, Man! Not that shit! Fuck those shows! This is going to sound weird and out of place. But my friends and I want to watch Marie Antoinette. On Masterpiece Theater I think." Cornell tells his parents in a nervous manner. "It's only for me and Viewers Like Us!" laughs Cornell.


"Yeah sure if you'd like to." Barry said. "Why do you want to watch a historical drama for?" Debbie asks.


RG begins, "I have a crush on the most popular girl in school who got the lead part in a play about Marie Antoinette. Then I went to audition for the role of King Louis VXI. The role was already taken. So to still get close to this girl, I wanted to be in the play anyway."


"What part did you get?" KY asks with curiosity. "Count De Provence." RG said. Barry agrees to let Cornell, Reggie, and RG watch Marie Antoinette. "What about Real Life Court?" KY asks. "We'll watch the rest on Youtube tommorow." said Debbie. "We're the parents so we have to set an example." Barry implies.


A hour into Marie Antoinette. Cornell, RG, and Reggie studied the part of Provence really carefully. "That Provence is a wimp!" Cornell spouted off. "Did you see him get beat up by his wife?" Reggie said.


After Marie Antoinette was over. Cornell, RG, and Reggie were talking about the episode. "Wow, did you see the part where the servants were spying on the wedding?" Reggie recounted. "There was no privacy back then." RG concedes.


"You know you're not going to get Tanya Jupiter's attention if you play a wimp like Provence." Cornell stated to RG.

"Yes, you're correct. It's too bad the part of King Louis VXI went to Johnston Holmers. He may be a body builder, but he's a theater geek all the girls want!" Reggie advises.


"This play is going to have to be historically accurate. As Mr Silverstein likes it. If only there was a way to make Provence act more....." Cornell says holding a thought.


KY walks in with her cellphone, "Oh look. Maybe I can contribute to this. It says here in the Walla Walla High School Newspaper Mr Silverstein needs someone to be a costume designer. I signed up and I can do that!"


"Your sister is on board with us." Reggie said. "You were about to say something. About Provence acting more what was it.." RG reminded Cornell.


"Yes, we should the the role of Provence to a whole new level. To hell with historical accuracy." spoke Cornell.

KY interupts, "Anyone want to come to the mall with me?" "OKay!" said Cornell, RG, and Reggie in unison.


"Don't wait up. Count us in too!" Barry and Debbie said running after KY, Cornell, RG, and Reggie.


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The food court at the local mall called The Walla Walla Galleria was alive with the clatter of trays and the sweet, greasy aroma of fast food hanging in the air.

At a corner table, the Jellies crew had carved out their own chaotic rehearsal zone. Sitting on a table, Barry asked RG, "Where are your parents? Why aren't they helping you with this?"
RG sighed, pushing around a piece of lo mein with his chopstick.

"Oh, they're in New York City for a business meeting and won't be back for three days." RG reveals.


Debbie, assuring him goes to say, "At least you have us to help! And your friends!" She gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. Cornell, with a cheerful clap of his hands, then declared, "Now let's hear that monologue!"


RG stood rigid beside a tray of lo mein noodles, gripping a crumpled script like it held the key to his destiny. Cornell and Reggie hovered on either side, coaching him with a mix of genuine support and theatrical snark.


"Okay here it goes...." RG begins.


As RG launched into his monologue, his voice stuttering, barely getting the words out as he trembled with exaggerated drama "Uhh, uhh uhh uhh. Let...Them.....Eat....Cake....." RG struggled.


Cornell cut him off with a shake of his head. “Damn! You sound like you’re auditioning for a Gordon Ramsay Cooking show, not planning a revolution,” he said, clearly unimpressed.


Reggie delivers with a witty remark, added, "RG, I think you need something with more grit, something with the swagger of a spy thriller." The idea snowballed fast.


Barry, leaning back in his flimsy mall chair, threw in his two cents. “In my day, a little Stallone growl and a flexed bicep was all the script you needed,” he grumbled, flexing his own arm for emphasis.


Leaning back in her chair, Debbie mulled over the idea of RG channeling Wesley Snipes shades, leather, and all. “If you want to rewrite history as we heard Cornell say, how about make Provence be like Wesley Snipes in that vampire biker movie he did? He could be all mysterious, kicking ass and taking names.”


Cornell’s face lit up as he connected the dots. “What if the Count of Provence wasn’t some forgettable royal footnote, but instead a long-lost action hero—history’s most dangerous secret?


A royal with a vendetta and a foil instead of a pistol?” he mused, his eyes gleaming with the theatrical possibilities. “Imagine the intrigue! The dramatic sword fights! The witty one-liners!”


RG’s eyes widened as the new vision took hold. “Yeah, just think Jason Bourne with powdered wigs. Royalty with a grudge,” he exclaimed, his voice gaining strength.


Then RG leapt onto his chair, bellowing a rewritten line from the play with so much intensity that a group of kids eating frozen yogurt nearby nearly dropped their spoons.


“They’ll never see the revolution coming, for I am the phantom of the court, and my vengeance shall be… stylish!” Soon everyone in the food court looked at RG like he just escaped from a mental hospital.


Barry grinned, nodding proudly. “Now that’s how you sell a ticket,” he said, clearly impressed by RG’s sudden burst of confidence. “That’s the kind of energy that makes people sit up and take notice.”


Meanwhile, across the mall, KY stalked the whimsical aisles of “Threads of Time,” a costume store that looked like it had time-warped in from a Renaissance fair with a flair for glam.


With calculated precision, KY sifted through racks of velvet and brocade, muttering design critiques to herself.


"This velvet is passable, but the drape is all wrong for a dramatic flourish," KY whispered, dismissing a heavy cape. "And these sequins are far too pedestrian for a revolutionary statement."


Holding up a lavender waistcoat with gold dragons, she tilted her head and smirked. It was theatrical, eccentric—perfect. A mysterious shopkeeper appeared beside her, one velvet-gloved hand adjusting a crooked eyepatch.


The woman spoke in a hushed voice, clearly embracing the drama. “Ah, you have an eye for the extraordinary, young one,” the shopkeeper purred.

“This piece has… character. Much like its previous owner, a flamboyant duke with a penchant for secret societies.”


The lady at the desk led KY into a backroom that looked more like a fantasy vault than a costume closet. Capes glittered, cravats sparkled, and one trunk glowed like it had been blessed by the ghost of Liberace.


A handwritten tag read, “Battle Regalia – Historical Inaccuracy Welcome.” KY gasped, her eyes wide with delight. “This is… magnificent,” she breathed, touching a shimmering silver cape. “Absolutely divine! The sheer audacity of these designs! It’s exactly what Provence needs.”


KY knew she’d struck gold. This wasn’t just a look. This was a fashion weapon. “With these, Provence won’t just be a character; he’ll be a legend,” she mused, already envisioning the dramatic entrance.


Back at the food court, the rehearsal had morphed into an all-out display of mall-theater madness.

RG was fencing with two plastic straws while Cornell choreographed a slow-motion fight scene, complete with exaggerated grunts and dramatic falls.


“Lean into it, RG! Feel the betrayal! The shattered dreams!” Cornell instructed, gesturing wildly.

Reggie recorded the chaos with his iphone narrating to himself under his breath. “Here we observe the larval stage of a theatrical revolution, a raw, untamed energy preparing to burst forth…”


Barry and Debbie had moved on to debating footwear logistics—buckled boots versus the practicality of sneakers. Debbie argued no monarchy was ever overthrown in Skechers. “Honestly, Barry, a king needs proper footwear for a dignified rebellion.


Everyone at the food court was watching RG as if he was an escaped mental hospital patient.


Cornell adds on, "Imagine the headlines: ‘Monarch Falls Due to Lack of Arch Support’!” Barry insisted RG needed traction if he was going to leap off props mid-soliloquy.


“He’s going to be jumping over tables, Debbie! He needs to stick the landing. We can’t have him slipping on a rogue french fry.” Barry laughs as did Debbie


As RG lunged and spun, bellowing lines about destiny and defiance, mall-goers gave the group a wide berth.


A mall security guard lingered on the edge of the chaos, clearly questioning his life choices and occasionally rubbing his temples. He looked like he was mentally reviewing the mall’s “no theatrical performances in the food court” policy.


Cornell clapped RG on the back, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Tomorrow, you slay the stage,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Tonight, we slay the court.”


And with that, their revolution—in all its glittery, genre-bending glory—was officially underway. "Who needs historical accuracy when you have sheer, unadulterated drama?" Debbie chuckled, picking up a stray french fry. "This is going to be epic."


KY walks out of the Threads of Time store with the costumes. And she witnesses RG's acting ability. "That kid has a future in show biz." KY thinks to herself.



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A week later. The Marie Antoinette play was a half hour in. Barry, Debbie, and KY have front row seats. Everyone who was anyone in Walla Walla Washington was there attending the impending school play.


SO it wasn't just the students, faculty members, and teachers. Marvin the Whale and even Mayor Jenkins was there. On stage there was Mr Silverstein conducting the play. Tanya Jupiter as Marie Antoinette. Johnston Holmers as King Louis VXI.


Tanya rocking her Marie Antoinette costume says, "Let them adorn their troubles with lace and laughter—what else can one do when the world is crumbling beneath velvet slippers?"


Johnston dressed as King Louis VXI says his line of dialogue, "Sought to rule with reason, not guillotines... and now, history sharpens its blade on my silence."


Barry tells KY, "Great job on the costumes KY!' "We're proud girl!" Debbie complements. "Thank you both! One question though." KY said. "What is that?" asked Debbie. "Where is RG?"


Outside the school. RG was in his Provence costume. On a stagecoach from an old history museum.


"Uhh, people ride stagecoaches back in the French Revolution right?" RG asked in an uncertain sense. "Last I heard in history class, they do!" Cornell says.


"You're going to be great! Especially with what you have planned!" Reggie laughs. "OKay. Here I go!" RG says.


The stagecoach was pushed by Cornell and Reggie since it didn't have horses. "Tanya Jupiter! You will soon be mine!" RG cheers.


Back in the auditorium, Marie Antoinette play was coming along well. Mr Silverstein was in the audience shedding a tear. "Have you seen Provence?" asks Tanya. "Now I haven't. Where could he be?" asked Johnston.


Suddenly a horseless stagecoach comes onto the stage in fast speeds. RG stands tall and proud. Barry, Debbie, KY, and the rest of the audience were shocked and awed.


"I'm Provence, assholes!" RG announces himself. "WHAT!! THIS WASN'T IN THE SCRIPT! CUT CUT!"


RG continues his stunt to impress Tanya. RG does a flip off the stagecoach and says, "LET PROVENCE EAT CAKE, BITCHES!"


The audience soon warmed up to RG's stunt. Even Tanya was impressed. RG then climbed onto the top of the stage and got a fake sword then swings himself on a rope.


"Always Bet on Black!" RG says swinging on a rope while waving the fake sword. "Wrong Wesley Snipes movie." Barry said.


RG then comes up to Johnston and waves the sword at him, "I'm Going To Take You To The Bank....The Blood Bank! ha HA!"


Debbie surmises, "That's from Hard to Kill!" Cornell and Reggie sneak into the audience and sit next to Barry, Debbie, and KY.


"Wow, I wasn't expecting THIS!" KY said. RG continues his stunt and tells Tanya as he holds her hand, "Tanya! I had a crush on you since forever. Maybe as far back as grade school. So I thought being in this play would finally get you to notice me..."


"Poor RG. He's dead." Cornell says buring his face in his hands.


"Truth is, I really wanted to be King Louis XVI. And instead I got the role of Provence. So I thought if I had Provence act like an action hero it'll make you finally like and notice me. So what do you say?" RG tells Tanya.


"I'll tell you what I have to say...." begins Mr Silverstein. "You didn't make this historically accurate like it was supposed to be!"


"Look, I just wanted to add a little flair to it!" RG explains himself.


"Yeah will your 'flair' or whatever you call this little feat and exploit here just got you banned from school plays forever! Get out!" Mr. Silverstein commanded RG.


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The curtain fell in front of the stage. Mr Silverstein stands up and screams, "NOTHING MORE TO SEE HERE! EVERYTHING IS RUINED! GO HOME! GET OUT! NOW!"


Barry, Cornell, Debbie, KY, RG, and Reggie all walked out in disbelief. "I still don't know if Tanya likes me or not." RG tells his friends.


"They cancel out a play because RG did that?" said Barry. "Whatever happened to The Show Must Go On?" asked Debbie. KY adds, "It was really funny how you said those lines from action movies. Of course that was the whole catalyst for this whole thing."


"Not only that, I feel like I let down Mr. Silverstein." RG moaned. "Don't worry, people don't really like him. They just pretend to." said Cornell. "Yeah, you should hear all the things students say behind his back!" Reggie assures.


A group of students walks to where Cornell, RG, Reggie were standing. RG began to panic. "Oh shit! I'm going to get laughed at now! Laughingstock of Walla Walla High here I come!"


The students say, "RG! That was awesome what you did!" "Yeah, we're glad you ruined that play!" Stammering RG asks, "You....you....you....are?"


"Yeah, we hate Mr Silverstein's plays!" "He's so strict with about plays and how they have to perfect and accurate." "Mr Silverstein acts like a dictator when it comes to school plays." "Besides, we hate the French Revolution!" "Worst and Most Boring History Subject ever!" "Too bad Provence wasn't like that for real!"


"See, you have a popular following now!" Cornell says. Barry, KY, and Debbie walk back to their car. "We'll be in the car waiting for you. KY tells Cornell.


So the Drama Teacher, Mr. Sliverstein who was thought it be so well beloved by students was actually a dominant despot and tyrant.


"Yeah, I know. But what about Tanya?" asks RG. Tanya comes walking down to meet RG. "Hey, RG is it?" she asks. "Why yes it is." said RG.


"Look, I love the way you told me how you felt about me during the play." Tanya says. "You did?" RG exclaims.


"In fact I think I've fallen hard for you." Tanya tells RG. "Luck Be An RG Tonight!" RG beams with pride.


"Damn, RG! You got the girl!" Cornell says. "Guess this makes you both an official item." Reggie chimed in.


"Want to go make out behind the dumpsters?" offers Tanya. "Would I!?" RG shouted with happiness.


Tanya and RG go walk off to the dumpsters. "Wow, shit works out. Aren't you happy for RG?" Cornell asked. "Yes indeed! Just hope it doesn't mean he's not going to want to hang out with us anymore." Reggie said with worry.


Suddenly screams are heard from the dumpsters. Cornell and Reggie assume it was Tanya. But the screams turned out to be RG's as he's flung from the dumpsters and back into the parking lot with Cornell and Reggie.


Tanya walks up, "There is NO WAY I am going to give up my fucking popularity doing these school plays just to make out with a fucking loser shit face like you! Have a nice night!" Tanya stomps off and gives RG the finger.


"Uhhh, we need an ambulance, do we?" asks Cornell. "Nah, let's carry him into your Dad's car." Reggie said.


Cornell and Reggie carry the beaten RG into Barry's car. "Damn! What the hell happened to RG?" yells Barry. It's a long story." Reggie says. "Next stop, hospital Dad." Cornell demands.


Barry, Debbie, KY, Cornell, and Reggie all found themselves driving to the hospital to help the injured RG.