Hah... Okay, yeah, this is just a pointless oneshot, the works of a totally bord mind.


"Not again!" Holly rolled her eyes. Yes, again.

"Trouble?" Trouble asked.

"Actually, no, that would be you."

"Okay, then, are you haveing trouble?"

Holly glares at him, ready to tear his head off.

"No answer ...?"

Holy glares for a few minutes, and trouble could have sworn he saw steam come out of her ears.

"If you laugh, I will blast you..." she warns, not kidding.

"Promase!" RTrouble replied, holding both hands out infront of him.

"Well!"

"My mom is coming to work."

Trouble bursts out in laughter, having being warned, Holly blast him in the rear.

Rubbing his sore spot trouble grumbles a bit and then asks "Why is she comeing?" No matter how stupid it was to speak.

"I dont know, So dont ask." She grumbles back at him, and turns to her desk.


Twinty minutes later, sure enough, Mrs. Short is standing in the doorframe to Hollys cubicle.

"Ma..." Holly moans, more then a bit embarresed. "What could be so important that You had to come all the way here?"

"Not much dear, just the shopping list, and it was on the way."

"But-"

"Its only a few things, so dont worry."

After Mrs.Short left, trouble chuckled. "Shopping list eh?"

For his effort, he got another blast.


Later, Holly added, "Carrots" the the bottom of her list, planning on bribeing Fouly for some help.