Rodrigo's Final Fan Fiction

This fan fiction is based on the films "The Hangover" and "The Hangover Part 2"

'The Hangover' films follow the story of a group of friends who go out for a bachelor party and get themselves into all sorts of trouble as their drinks get spiked by Alan, one of the members of the group. The next day they don't recall anything that occurred the night before. The films, the first one set in Las Vegas and second in Thailand, follow the adventures of the group as the next day they try recover everything they lost and get to the wedding in time.

The Hangover Part 3.

“Where-the-hell-are-we?” 

Phil whispers as he is slowly waking up, looking around the place.

The room is dark. Not a noise can be heard apart from their voices. It's a large room but it’s empty, its walls covered in wooden carvings of tribal designs.

 “AHHHHHH!” shouts Alan, his voice echoing in the room. 

"Quiet Alan!" angrily responds Stu, not knowing where in the world they are. 

 "But it's looking at me, it's scaring me!" 

Alan pulls his sleeping bag right up to his nose, leaving a gap so he could still look at this scary creature.

All three of them are lying next to each other, on the ground, in a sleeping bag. 

There's nothing else in the room apart from Stu, Phil, Alan, and a big wooden statue, with its eyes wide open and tongue poking out.

 "It's still looking at me, make it stop Stu!" 

Stu puts his hands on his head, almost pulling his hair in a desperate reaction to the situation. 

"Not this again..."

Phil gets out of his sleeping bag and stands up.

"Guys there’s no point dwelling on the situation or questioning why this keeps happening to us. We've done it before, we’ll do it again. Let's try remember what happened last night and get back to the resort. The most important thing here is that we get Alan back in time for the wedding"

As soon as Phil finishes talking, a big door at the front of the room opens.

"KA MATE KA MATE KA ORA KA ORA"

A group of big, scary looking men walk in the room yelling at the top of their lungs.

Bare chested, they hit their bodies with their hands leaving red marks, as they shout the words with crazy- looking eyes.

"They're gonna kill us!" snapped Alan as he sprints out of the room, leaving no option for the two to run after him.

They exit the premises, reaching the end of the driveway that leads to the road.

The three of them breathe heavily, their hands on their knees trying to catch their breath back.

"What the hell is going on?" Phil complains with open arms, looking for answers from his friends.

"I think that was a Haka" informs Stu.

"I'm pretty sure that was attempted murder!" explodes Alan, receiving a nudge from Phil who's interested in Stu's information.

"A Haka is a tribal dance from the native people of New Zealand, the Maori."

"So what are you trying to say Stu? Are we… Are we in New Zealand?" he asks, almost praying for the answer to be no.

"I'm afraid so"

Phil sits down on the road, arms on his knees, head down.

 "How the hell did we end up in another country? The wedding is in the Gold Coast-Australia for God’s sake" 

As he looks up he sees a sign, “Whangarei 2KM” 

The three follow the sign, in hope of finding a town center where they can come up with a plan of attack. Instead of walking, Alan is hopping up and down. As always, he’s in his own world.

“Alan, why are you hopping? You think this is fun? We’re stuck in a different country and we’re going to be late to your own wedding” questioned Phil, making Alan stop hopping for a moment.  

Alan turned and replied “Phil I’m just excited, we’re a kilometre away from Whangarei, I’ve never been there!”

“This is our first time in New Zealand Alan, off course we haven’t been there you idiot!” chipped in Stu from the back, as he’s trying to keep up.

As Alan goes back to hopping away, something falls out of his pocket.

“Stop Alan!” ordered Phil, as he spotted the mystery object falling to the ground.

The three gathered up as Phil picks up small paper rectangle from the ground.

“It’s a business card” confirmed Phil. 

“The ultimate Maori experience. For bookings and reservations call 021 7894431. Hemi Ahurewa – Tourist Guide”

“We bought a tourist package? That’s why we woke up at a Maori temple?” questioned Stu.

“I think you’re onto something there” replied Phil, “now what we have to do is get to this town center and get a phone so we can call this Hemi guy”

“Hemi, ha!” laughed Alan, “what a cool name, that’s gonna be the name of my next puppy”

Phil and Stu ignore Alan’s silly comment and speed down the road, eager to get to the town center.

As they get to the township, they enter the first shop.

“Hello, we’re lost and we’re wondering if we can borrow your phone for a phone call?” asked Stu.

He receives a nod from the shopkeeper.

-“Hi there, am I speaking to Hemi?”

-“Yes you are”

-“Hello Hemi, my name is Stu, I don’t know if you know me but me and my friends are lost and we have your business card, we were hoping you can help us out”

-“Oh Stu! Yes off course I know you. We met yesterday morning at the airport. Do you not remember me?"

-“No I’m sorry. We have gone blank and can’t remember anything about last night... We’re in a hurry to get our friend Alan to his wedding in time, and that’s in the Gold Coast. We’re in a bit of trouble here, can you meet us?”

-"Don’t worry Stu, I’m on my way”

Hemi meets them at the shop and after Phil explains the situation he agrees to take them to the airport.

While they’re on their way to Auckland, Stu asks Hemi: 

“So can you fill us in with what the hell happened and how we ended up here?”

“I can’t believe you guys can’t remember anything! You guys were out celebrating Alan’s bachelor party and you won 3 plane tickets to New Zealand. For some reason you had the bright idea to take the next flights available. We met at the airport and you bought the 'Ultimate Maori Experience Package' and that’s how you ended up in Whangarei.”

“Unbelievable” added Phil. 

Stu shook his head. 

Alan was smiling as he observed the cows on the side of the road.

Phil went on to share the similar stories of Las Vegas and Thailand. Which made Hemi pop the question: 

"This time it was Alan’s wedding though... so who spiked the drinks?”

The End