I can't claim that I created Yay, and I didn't create Bobjyagagaq on my own either :D I said Bob, and Rags suggested putting random letters after his name, so Bobjyagagaq was born! I will try to put more Bobjyagagaq stories up , but I will do more if you enjoy it, but only if I get enough comments!
Bobjyagagaq put down the book, and turned to Yay, his wife.
"This book is really good!" He said, earnestly.
"Bob, you say that to every book." Yay replied, her eyes not leaving the page.
"My name is no longer Bob! My name is Bobjyagagaq!" He shouted.
"Why?" Yay asked, finally turning to him.
"This book says that if I shorten my name I will be un-awesome and annoying!" He persisted.
"What book is it?" She asked, looking sceptical.
"'Lord Finnegan's Guide to Awesomeness', written by the man himself!" He said, hugging the book to his chest.
"Haven't you good a brother called Finnegan? And isn't he a magician?" She sighed, wondering why her husband was so forgetful.
"Yeah! Finn!" He cried, finally remembering. "I'll go visit him! But first I have to finish these instructions…"
"Lord Finnegan!" Lord Jack called, his orange ponytail bobbing up and down on the back of his "Go Team Finnegan!" top.
"Yes Lord Jack?" Lord Finnegan asked, rolling over to him.
"The tables are being attacked!" He cried, signalling for him to follow him.
"We must help them at once!" He cried, cart wheeling behind Lord Jack to the food hall. Suddenly, Bobjyagagaq fell on top of him.
"Finnegan!" He cried, trying to wave but failing miserably, and falling on his head. "I'm not very good at this cart wheeling thing yet…"
"My name is Lord Finnegan, if you don't mind, and who are you? Are you a new member? You will need to see Lady Penelope for an official t-shirt if you are." Lord Finnegan brushed himself down, and continued to the aid of the poor tables.
"Finnegan!" Bobjyagagaq shouted, ignoring his brother. "It's your brother!"
"Where? I need to hide!" He cried, and cart wheeled as fast as he could into the closet.
"I'm your brother!" He cried, surprised that anyone could be more forgetful them him. (Bobjyagagaq has short-term memory loss) Lord Finnegan cautiously peered round the door.
"Bob?" He asked, with a look of amazement on his face. Bob turned feral.
"My name is not Bob!" He screeched, launching himself at his brother, but slamming into the door that had been hastily shut.
"Bobjyagagaq?" Lord Finnegan asked, not even putting his head through the door. Bobjyagagaq nodded. "Sorry brother, I didn't recognise you. You look awesome!"
Bobjyagagaq did indeed look awesome. He had bright purple hair, fashioned with plenty of hair gel into a Mohawk, with some hair of the same colour visible through his "Go Team Finnegan!" t-shirt on his chest and underarms, which he had spent about three hours the previous day trying to find. (The t-shirt not the hair)
"Yes, but we must save the tables!" Bobjyagagaq cried, cart wheeling to Lord Jack, "Take us to the tables!" He crowed, and he and his brother went to the aid of the tables…
"So me and my brother went to the aid of the biscuit tin." Lord Bobjyagagaq finished, stroking his new "Go Team Finnegan" t-shirt. "The next day I was tested for magical potential, and I had a substantial amount! They used a revolutionary new system to teach me everything in an hour, and now I'm a lord!" Yay just stared at him.
"That's the last time you are going out without my supervision…" She scolded, and began lecturing him on the dangers of uneducated decisions.
Why did I make him a Lord... now his name's even longer! Lol, if I get enough reviews, I'll put another one-shot up!