Michael Jackson Imagines (3)

Locking Him In The Bathroom (20)

Today, I was going to lock Michael in the bathroom.

To do this, I sneaked over to the living room and pushed his favorite couch against the bathroom door, and that will make it hard for him to get out.

"Hey babe. What do you want for dinner"?

I asked the king of pop, as Cinnamon my tortishell cat stood by next to me to watch what happens.

"I want Mexican food please".

Michael replied, while taking a dump on the toilet.

I giggled quietly to myself as I went to the kitchen to turn on the stove.

Michael flushed the toilet and when he tried to open the bathroom door, he found that he couldn't get out.

He tried pushing against the door with his shoulder, but it was useless.

"Oh my god! I'm stuck in the bathroom"!

He shrieked, pushing his shoulder against the door.

But nope, he was still stuck in a rather smelly room.

"Well, I'm a little busy right now. Wait until I get the taco meat out from the kitchen cabinet".

By now, Cinnamon was still watching was what going on with Michael.

She meowed as Michael continued to try and free himself.

"EMILY! PLLLLLEEEASSSSSSEE LET ME OUT"!

Michael whined, and then I started to snicker to myself.

"Michael, I gotta tell you something really important".

I giggled as I picked up a set of keys and pretended to use them on the door knob".

Michael was grunting and groaning as he struggled to free himself from the bathroom.

"Cinnamon help me"!

He called out to my tortishell cat.

I burst into laughter while Michael screamed at me.

"HELLLLP"!

"HAHAHA"!

I laughed at him.

"Aaaaah"!

"AAAHH! Please Emily...please".

He whined and pouted.

I was filming him with a video camera while I waited for the taco meat to cook.

"CALL THE COPS! "CALL THE COPS NEIGHBORS"!

Michael hollered as loud as he could.

He continued on with what he was doing until I walked away back towards the kitchen to fix the tacos.

(*A few hours later*)

"Hey Michael, do want soft tortilla or hard tortillas"?

I asked the king of pop.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE IN HERE ANYMORE! I WANT YOU TO LET ME OUT"!

He yelled, getting annoyed with what I was doing to him as a prank.

After I was done with cooking our dinner for the two of us, I finally decided to let Michael out of the bathroom.

Cinnamon meowed as I fed her some cat food.

I then pushed the couch away from the bathroom door.

Michael turned the door knob, stepping out of the bathroom.

He looked at me with a little pout on his face.

"Emily...why would you do this to me"?

I giggled playfully and Cinnamon meowed, rubbing her body against his leg.

"I was just messing with you, you butthead. Now, come on. It's time to eat our taco dinner".

Michael wasn't in the mood to eat dinner with me.

Instead, he took out his own plate and all the tacos on top of it.

"Hey! Leave some for me"!

I tried to grab onto his arm, but then he gently shooed me away.

"I'll save some for you to eat later, but for now I want to be alone".

He gave me an annoyed look, going into his bedroom and then shutting the door behind him.

I just stood there, completely shocked at how it all ended.