For Veronicafan-Rich Girl Hell

"Where am I?" Trixie asked herself as she woke up. She rubbed her head and notices that she wasn't in her lavish room anymore. Instead fire and brimstone surrounds her as magma flows and in the cave like place. "This isn't my room, SECURITY!"

"Oh, there's no need to scream anymore Trixie Tang," A voice called behind her. "You're gonna be here forever!"

Trixie turns her head and realized that it was her Drama teacher Mr. Bickles.

"Mr. Bickles?" She asked. "What're you doing in here?"

"Actually Trixie, I'm the devil himself and disguised as him as my true appearance bring horrors beyond your imagination!" The Mr. Bickles look like said.

"Oh please," She scoffed. "If you really are the Devil, than what was the last evil thing I did?"

"Well just last week you played a horrible prank to Veronica."

(Flashback)

"Ms. Tang, what are you and Tad and Chad doing?" The large bouncer asked as Trixie and the twin boys were stuffing straw into a suit

"We decide to play an early April Fool's joke on Veronica, and we decide to make a Scare-Jew on her." The Asian girl replied as she helped Tad and Chad pulling it up so it can stand and finally pulled a black marker as she drew a square moustache.

"But Ms. Tang that's completely anti-Semitic, and for god's sake I'm half Jewish!" The large bouncer exclaimed. "And besides, you've ruined your father's suit and how on earth are you going to explain..."

"Quiet, here she comes!" She snapped, and she, the boys, and the bouncer ran inside of her house as they waited for the blonde girl to get closer to her.

"Hey, guys like I came as you said, and OH MY GOD!" Veronica shrieked as she saw the Scare-Jew. "Hitler's back! Run! Quick Vivian, we have to save John Stewart! He's our most important Jew!"

She ran away screaming in Hebrew.

(End Flashback)

"Okay, I'll admit that was in bad taste but you gotta admit that was funny!" Trixie said.

"Oh really? And you think my true form won't be scary at all?" Asked the Devil.

"Now don't you think you're exaggerate-HOLY FISHPASTE!" Trixie shrieked. She started to scream and scream beyond horror.

"There, you see?" The devil said as he returned to his Mr. Bickle's form as Trixie nodded weakly as she was paler than snow. "But we have just the perfect punishment for you!"

"Hit it boys!" The devil snaps his fingers as a handful of imps appeared in a cloud of smoke and starting playing...

(Music starts)

Trixie: Oh crap, a musical number...how about if I bribe you with Veronica's money that I stole to stop? (Pulls money from her pocket but gasps as the green cash suddenly bursts into flames as she drops the burning green paper)

Devil: Stealing's evil you won't miss them, I'm the Devil and I can always tell. What a sorry girl, rolled up and smoked like a hair curl. Here in level one of Rich girl Hell! (Sings as Trixie is sizzled by a giant hair curler being held by two imps)

(Trixie was thrown into a Wheel Of Fortune style wheel, as she was spin round and round)

Devil: Bribing iss wrong and so is forcing your friend to kiss the kid with the boil. Let's let Lady Luck decide on what type of torture's justified, it all end up uncoiled!

Devil: (Sees the result) Ooh, rich girl egg rolls!

Trixie: (As being thrown into a deep fryer) Just tell me why?

Devil: Just read this fifty-five-page warrant.

Trixie: There must be rich kids worse than I.

Devil: We checked around, there really aren't.

Trixie: Then please let me explain, my crimes were merely childish pranks.

Devil: You stole from Squirrel Scouts, Rabbis, and your Uncle Hank!

Trixie: Aw, don't blame me blame my upbringing! (Tries to take the Devil's wallet but had her hand swatted away)

Devil: Please stop sinning while I'm singing!

Devil: Selling bootleg tapes is wrong; musicians need that income to survive.

Beastie Boys: Hey, Trixie going to make some noise! With your headband scratched by the Beastie Boys!

(Scratches record)

Beastie Boys: That's what-cha what-cha what-cha get on level five!

(Meanwhile Veronica and Vivian began to rescue on Trixie as they slide down on the rapid slide)

Vivian: I don't feel well!

Veronica: It's up to us to rescue her.

Vivian: Maybe she likes it here in hell?

Veronica: It's us who tempted her to sin.

Vivian: Maybe she's back at the motel

Veronica: C'mon Viv, don't be scared! I'm sure at least one of us will be spared, so sit back and enjoy the ride.

Vivian: My ass has blisters from the slide!

(Meanwhile the Devil continues to sing)

Devil: Shoplifting perfume, abusing for friends, gambling for Game Spheres, and Publishing your "Big chinned dude" magazines. You'll pay for every crime! Knee-deep in electric slime! You'll suffer 'till the end of time, enduring tortures, most of which rhyme, trapped forever, here in Rich Kid Hell!