Disclaimer: I don't own him. A gal can only wish.
It was seven o' clock in the morning and Herbert was running late. Gulping down his black coffee and grabbing all of his books, he shouted out to Dan.
"DAN! We're late enough! Your precious hair, believe it or not, CAN wait!"
He grabbed a bunch of pencils and shoved them into his shirt pocket. Just as he was running to the door, he remembered he had told himself to do something. He stared at the clock and bolted into his room. In there, he took a blank tape, put it into the VCR, set the timer, and pressed record. He grinned as the red light flashed on the VCR. He glanced at his end table drawer and his grin widened. He looked at his watch and ran back into the living room.
"Dan! Let's go!"
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Later on that evening, after Dan had left with Meg for a date, Herbert anxiously went into his room and locked the door. He took off all of his clothes and slipped into a pair of black pajama bottoms. He remained shirtless for the air conditioning was broke and, well, he 'was' alnone. Locked in his own room.
He lay on his bed and sighed. He grinned as he went for the drawer. From it, he removed a remote, a bag of M&M's, and on the other side of his bed, in his minifridge, he removed two cans of ice cold diet cola.
After he found a comfy position, he opened the soda, the M&M's, and then clicked the TV on. The glare from the tV reflected off of Herbert's glasses and he grinned ear to ear as he pressed play and giggled when he raised the volume. Herbert sipped his diet cola and sighed with happy relaxation.
"JERRY!JERRY!JERRY!JERRY!JERRY!"