Michael Jackson Imagines (3)

The Booty Scooty Challenge (15)

One beautiful spring day in Neverland, I was reading a book inside the mansion where Michael Jackson lived in.

His cousins were play hide and go seek with him and then I heard the king of pop calling for me.

"Let me in! I have to pee and I gotta get back before they come and find me"!

He was doing the wee wee dance as he squeezed his legs together.

"Applehead"!

His cousins, along with Macaulay Culkin were now looking for their friend from a few distances away.

"Ohh god...no"!

He shrieked quietly to himself.

This gave me a wonderful idea.

"Michael, if you do the booty scooty challenge for me, then maybe I'll let you in".

His eyes went wide with surprise, and then Michael started blushing because he was very shy.

"I'm never doing that"!

Michael whined, giving me a pouty face.

I turned on the Booty Scooty music and the singer's cheeks reddened even further.

"Okay...FINE"!

He groaned, bending down on his knees and sticking his butt out in the air.

And so, the fun begins!

BOOTY!

Scoot you booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now fo the booty scooty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

Scoot scoot scoot that booty booty

Scoot scoot scoot that booty booty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

BOOTY!

After Michael finally did the dance, he expected me to turn off the music.

But I didn't because I wanted to mess with him in a funny way.

"Boy, if you want me to open that gate. You best DANCE YOUR BUTT OFF"!

I grinned mischievously and made the music go faster.

BOOTY!

Scoot you booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now fo the booty scooty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

Scoot scoot scoot that booty booty

Scoot scoot scoot that booty booty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

Scoot your booty, that booty, now do the booty scooty

BOOTY!

By now, Michael Jackson was almost out of breath and he was sweating all over his forehead and pouting at the same time.

"LET ME IN! PLLLLEEEAAAASSSSEEE"!

He begged and pleaded.

I laughed and finally decided to end it right there.

Michael made a run for the nearest bathroom and then I heard a watery noise coming from the living room area that was inside the mansion.

"Uh oh...".

He looked down at the pool of his own urine.

This was not good.

"Hey Michael, where are you at, brother"?!

Tito and Randy came running towards the gate, along with his cousins and Macaulay.

"We've completely run out of water balloons".

Tito explained to his younger brother.

"Yeah, do ya got anymore in your house"?

Macaulay asked.

"Um...y-yes. I do actually. B-but can you guys meet me in the backyard and I'll bring them over to you"?

Michael stuttered nervously, his cheeks were as red as a tomato.

"Sure thing, little brother".

Randy tipped his cap with a smile.

When they all had walked away, I went inside to see what had happened to the king of pop.

"What the heck"?!

I exclaimed.

Michael was standing in the middle of the living room, looking worried and embarrassed.

"Holy moly! Michael Jackson, did you pee in your pants"?

I whispered softly with a slight giggle in my voice.

Michael didn't look too happy at all.

"Well, what does look it to you? Please—help me".

He groaned.

"Okay okay, lets go get you some clean clothes and then you can go out and play soldiers and cowboys with your cousins".

I giggled, grabbing ahold of his hand and leading him to the bedroom.