Hannah Montana Get Your Gun

Don't you just hate Hannah Montana? I sure do. That's why I wrote this story. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1: Hannah Strikes
Hannah was in her dressing room, applying her lipstick. She had recently been to a beautiful tropical island, where her lips had become crinkled and dry.

"It's no use!" Hannah muttered to Miss Alexa, her makeup coach. "My lips are a total disaster! No brand of lipstick can help!"

Miss Alexa had a grim expression on her face. "Hannah," she said calmly. "I have heard a rumor online about you. It says that you have once eaten a gallon of pudding—from the trash. It also says that you have gone to the bathroom…on set!"

Hannah was steaming mad. "Well, find the hooligan who started the rumor and beat the crap out of them!"

Miss Alexa staggered back. "I can't do that! I'm just a star's makeup coach. You are a star. And stars defend themselves!"

"You're right!" Hannah yelled. "But l can't go out with my lips like this!"

Miss Alexa began to yell. "Just get out there!!!"

"No way!" Hannah yelled.

"The fans are raving about 'how disgusting you are!' You'd better get down, fing the person who started the rumor, and shoot them with this gun."

"But…my lips!!!"