I had heard about Michael getting upset if someone messes with his favorite fast food in the world: KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN!!! XDXDDXDD

Michael was doing an interview with Oprah Winfrey.

I was hungry for supper so there I was, snooping around in the refrigerator.

Michael's basket of KFC chicken was on the top shelf. I picked up a piece of a chicken leg and took a bite.

"Delicious"!

I licked my lips and took another piece of chicken. Just as I was about to take another bite, the king of pop himself unlocked the front door.

I froze with terror as he walked into the kitchen.

"Why are you eat my basket of KFC"?

He looked like he was a little bit upset.

"I was hungry"!

I protested, holding the chicken basket close to my chest.

"You know that I don't like it when somebody messes with my KFC".

He crossed his arms, giving me a mischievous grin. I laughed and then ran away to find a place to hide.

Michael chased me all around the mansion.

I quickly locked the bedroom door using a few pieces of wood.

"You can't hide from me, Emily".

Michael grabbed a crowbar and pried the door open and I hid in his special closet.

He could hear me trying hard not to laugh.

"I'm serious. I want my KFC".

All of a sudden, I jumped out wearing his fancy clothes.

Michael thought I looked so adorable his clothes.

"Aw, aren't you a cute little patootie"?

He smirked, taking the KFC basket out of my grip.

I threw a water balloon at him, laughing as I ran away.

"That was my favorite shirt! Your butt is mine once I get my hands on you"!

Michael soon found me hiding behind the TV and he could hear me giggling.

He reached out to grab ahold of me.

And before he could do that, I threw another balloon at him and now he was soaking wet with water and red paint.

"No fair"!

I heard him yell and.

Michael ran through the mansion to try and catch me.