Snobow Kids Plus: The Epic Adventure
By: Sailor Snow
Rated: PG for some crude humor
Notes: I'm just gonna skip the "I don't own Snobow Kids Plus" line because you all
already know I don't (and it's OBVIOUS) so bear with me.
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It was at least a year after the Kids had met 3 new friends during another
attempt by Linda to set up an even bigger competition. Things were running quite
well, and were about to take a turn for the wild.
It was unusually warm for weather that was usually expected in the mountains.
Instead of snowing, it was raining, and the temperature was fixed around 60 degrees.
To them, this was like summer weather. Who is "them"? You'll find out in a moment.
*BANG*
"Owwwwwwww!!! Ugh, I've had it up to here with all this workout stuff in the
basement!!! Where's Ruby?!?"
A pink-haired, fair-skinned girl stormed upstairs from the basement looking
ticked off as well as injured due to having stubbed her toe on a 200-lb. barbell.
A boy with spiky black hair walked up to her.
"What's the matter, Pamela?" He asked.
"I banged my foot on one of those really heavy things with the weights on either end
...ooh, what are they called?" Pamela fumed.
"That would be barbells..." The boy replied.
"Well, Slash, we're gonna do something about this. Come on, let's go ask Ruby what
he might be able to do..." Pamela said to the boy (Slash).
Slash was a ten-year-old boy of mainly Japanese background, with light skin
and wild spiky black hair. Sometimes when he was angry or got hurt, he would
stop speaking English and abruptly start cursing in Japanese, which always
made the others laugh.
Pamela pounded on the door to Ruby's bedroom, where within loud music was playing.
"HELLO! CAN-YOU-HEAR-ME?!?!?" She shrieked, pounding on the door. "I NEED TO TALK
TO YOU NOW!!!!"
A brown-skinned, muscle-bound guy with yellow hair done funny opened the door and
calmly replied.
"Yeah?" He grumbled, peeved at someone having interrupted his free time, which he
considered sacred to himself.
"Your stupid- uh.... stupid-" She stuttered, not being able to find the word again.
"Barbells." Slash put in for her.
"Yeah! Your stupid *barbells* in the basement hurt my foot!!!" She screamed.
Ruby laughed. "Well, that's what you get for trying to lift things that are too
heavy for ya!"
Pamela steamed, her face growing red. "I WASN'T TRYING TO LIFT THEM, I
WAS JUST WALKING BACK FROM THE LOWER BACK DOOR WHEN I STUBBED MY TOE ON
ONE OF YOUR CRAZY EQUIPMENT PIECES! THEY HAVE TO GO!"
"They won't go anywhere else," Ruby explained. "I, for one, know that due to having
an ear almost chewed off by Linda earlier..."
"Well, you deserve it! I'm getting rid of them." She said, turning on her heel.
"No no no! Wait, no Pamela, I got an idea-" He began, but she was already leaving
for the basement.
"You have enough muscles as it is! You don't need these anymore!" She shouted over
her back.
"Well I need that stuff to KEEP them that way!!!" Ruby hollered.
"Too bad, you can be just like the rest of us and stay at your NORMAL size!" Pamela
retorted.
"But I dowanna be a normal size...." Ruby whined. Despite his tough-guy looks, he
didn't have much of an ego, or courage for that matter.
"Help me lift these out of that door over there." Pamela muttered to Slash once they
were in the basement. "Let's start with this huge contraption over here..."
"They're too heavy, we need Ruby to lift 'em!" Slash told her.
Pamela sighed in disgust. She trudged up the stairs and knocked on Ruby's door
- again.
"Go away." He pouted in response.
"But-"
"I said LEAVE!" Ruby shouted in a tear-jerked voice.
Pamela reluctantly headed back down to the basement, shaking her head.
"I think I hurt his feelings..." She said. "Now he won't even help us try to get
these out of here!"
"Well THAT'S obvious." Slash said. "I mean, not because his feelings are bashed,
but because he doesn't WANT this stuff out of here."
"Ugh, what's the matter NOW?" A girl's voice said from the top of the basement
stairs. Slash and Pamela turned to meet a girl with fancy blonde hair and a
quite well-endowed appearance.
"Oh, hi Nicole." Slash said. "We're just trying to figure out-"
"How to move these?" Nicole replied. She spit on her hands, rubbed them together
and lifted up the heaviest piece of equipment, effortlessly. Slash and Pamela
stared in disbelief as she lifted the equipment up and out of the basement door
underneath the stairs. She came back smiling.
"Cinch-y." She said. "Now for the other stuff..." She was about to lift up another
equipment model when she looked at the other two.
"Well, aren'tcha gonna help me?" She asked.
"Uh, you look like you don't need much help..." Slash muttered.
Nicole laughed. "Oh well, I use these too, so maybe that's why-"
"Then why don't YOU have lots of muscles too?" Slash asked.
"Enough questions and help me get rid of this stuff." Nicole put in. Without further
ado, the other two helped her carry all the stuff out of the basement door and up the
other set of stairs leading outside to the end of the driveway. When they were done,
the first question popped was;
"Think we should sell these?" Slash said, albeit too loudly, and a familiar voice
piped up....
"SELL WHAT?!?!?" It was Ruby. He ran down the stairs and caught up with the other
three as soon as Slash was just about to start making a "For Sale" sign to hang on
the equipment.
"You're not selling these!!!!! I thought I told you to leave these here!!!" He
raged, ran outside, and brought in the equipment models one-by-one-by-one until
they were all back in their original places as they were before they were
carried outside.
"There! Let's KEEP them that way!" He said, stomping his foot, and
charged up the stairs just as their buddy Jam was coming downstairs, and in the
process shoving him aside and sending him tumbling down the stairs. The three Kids
ran over to him.
"Are you okay?" Pamela asked Jam. Jam was a guy who had a skin color slightly
lighter than Ruby's, having a long nose with two white stripes around the end,
and with brown hair done in a lot of fancy Jamaican-looking dreadlocks. He
claimed that he wanted to be a rap music star when he got older and better at
singing and breakdancing.
"I'm fine...." He said, eyes spirals that were going *woo-woo-woo-woo* as they
spun around and around from being dizzy from getting knocked down the stairs.
The other three helped him up to his feet.
"Thanks..." He mumbled. "Ugh, I've got a headache..."
"Awww...." Pamela said, feeling awfully sorry for him (she was a very compassionate
person), and she took off his hat and rubbed his head.
"Heyyy..." He said, absent-mindedly waving his hand by his head as if to say 'cut
it out' but Slash and Nicole looked at each other amusedly, because they knew that
Jam liked what Pamela was doing. Jam was one of those guys who loved the company
of girls, especially nice ones like Pamela. (He didn't like Nancy though, and
Nancy was the nicest one of all.)
"Come on Jam, you know you like it..." Nicole teased him.
"Be quiet, Couch." Jam taunted her. He was always making fun of her last name
(which was Couch) and in doing so called her other related names like 'Nicole Sofa'
(which was a name that earned him a black eye and a near broken leg as well as a
few locks of hair torn out).
"What did you call me?!?" She asked him in an outraged tone of voice.
"Couch." He said, smiling.
"Geez, Jam, ya think you'd learned by now. You're just asking for more of that
hair you love so much ripped right out of your scalp..." Pamela sighed in
exasperation.
"That's a good idea! I think we should take a little off the top this time."
Nicole said, rolling up her sleeve and arching it by Jam's face.
"Okay okay, heck, I was just kidding!" Jam said nervously.
"Then SAY so." She said, rolling her sleeve back down. "Now go get lost." Jam
breathed out his nose in kind of a huff and headed upstairs, hands in the pockets of
his red vest.
"Wow, you sure told him off...." Slash said, stepping away from Nicole, but tripped
over the same barbell that injured Pamela and fell on his butt.
"AIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" He yelled, and began cursing in fluent Japanese as he always did
in those situations. Pamela and Nicole burst out laughing.
"Aaaagh, my otoro!!!" He screamed. "Geez! Stupid thing! Now I know why you guys
wanted Ruby's stuff out of here!"
When he was done having a hissy fit, Pamela picked him up and carried him upstairs,
and while this may have been a gesture of kindness, Slash spoiled the moment by
asking her a rather obscure question.
"Hey, you massaged Jam's head when he hurt it, how's lying me down and massaging my
butt for me?"
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*
Slash was dropped and left to tumble down the stairs as Jam had done earlier,
saying "oof" and "ow" as he hit each step. Nicole stood over him, eyeing the hand
shaped slap marks on his cheeks.
"Uh, maybe that wasn't a good idea..." Slash mumbled.
"No. It wasn't." Nicole replied.
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::End of Chapter 1!::
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By: Sailor Snow
Rated: PG for some crude humor
Notes: I'm just gonna skip the "I don't own Snobow Kids Plus" line because you all
already know I don't (and it's OBVIOUS) so bear with me.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was at least a year after the Kids had met 3 new friends during another
attempt by Linda to set up an even bigger competition. Things were running quite
well, and were about to take a turn for the wild.
It was unusually warm for weather that was usually expected in the mountains.
Instead of snowing, it was raining, and the temperature was fixed around 60 degrees.
To them, this was like summer weather. Who is "them"? You'll find out in a moment.
*BANG*
"Owwwwwwww!!! Ugh, I've had it up to here with all this workout stuff in the
basement!!! Where's Ruby?!?"
A pink-haired, fair-skinned girl stormed upstairs from the basement looking
ticked off as well as injured due to having stubbed her toe on a 200-lb. barbell.
A boy with spiky black hair walked up to her.
"What's the matter, Pamela?" He asked.
"I banged my foot on one of those really heavy things with the weights on either end
...ooh, what are they called?" Pamela fumed.
"That would be barbells..." The boy replied.
"Well, Slash, we're gonna do something about this. Come on, let's go ask Ruby what
he might be able to do..." Pamela said to the boy (Slash).
Slash was a ten-year-old boy of mainly Japanese background, with light skin
and wild spiky black hair. Sometimes when he was angry or got hurt, he would
stop speaking English and abruptly start cursing in Japanese, which always
made the others laugh.
Pamela pounded on the door to Ruby's bedroom, where within loud music was playing.
"HELLO! CAN-YOU-HEAR-ME?!?!?" She shrieked, pounding on the door. "I NEED TO TALK
TO YOU NOW!!!!"
A brown-skinned, muscle-bound guy with yellow hair done funny opened the door and
calmly replied.
"Yeah?" He grumbled, peeved at someone having interrupted his free time, which he
considered sacred to himself.
"Your stupid- uh.... stupid-" She stuttered, not being able to find the word again.
"Barbells." Slash put in for her.
"Yeah! Your stupid *barbells* in the basement hurt my foot!!!" She screamed.
Ruby laughed. "Well, that's what you get for trying to lift things that are too
heavy for ya!"
Pamela steamed, her face growing red. "I WASN'T TRYING TO LIFT THEM, I
WAS JUST WALKING BACK FROM THE LOWER BACK DOOR WHEN I STUBBED MY TOE ON
ONE OF YOUR CRAZY EQUIPMENT PIECES! THEY HAVE TO GO!"
"They won't go anywhere else," Ruby explained. "I, for one, know that due to having
an ear almost chewed off by Linda earlier..."
"Well, you deserve it! I'm getting rid of them." She said, turning on her heel.
"No no no! Wait, no Pamela, I got an idea-" He began, but she was already leaving
for the basement.
"You have enough muscles as it is! You don't need these anymore!" She shouted over
her back.
"Well I need that stuff to KEEP them that way!!!" Ruby hollered.
"Too bad, you can be just like the rest of us and stay at your NORMAL size!" Pamela
retorted.
"But I dowanna be a normal size...." Ruby whined. Despite his tough-guy looks, he
didn't have much of an ego, or courage for that matter.
"Help me lift these out of that door over there." Pamela muttered to Slash once they
were in the basement. "Let's start with this huge contraption over here..."
"They're too heavy, we need Ruby to lift 'em!" Slash told her.
Pamela sighed in disgust. She trudged up the stairs and knocked on Ruby's door
- again.
"Go away." He pouted in response.
"But-"
"I said LEAVE!" Ruby shouted in a tear-jerked voice.
Pamela reluctantly headed back down to the basement, shaking her head.
"I think I hurt his feelings..." She said. "Now he won't even help us try to get
these out of here!"
"Well THAT'S obvious." Slash said. "I mean, not because his feelings are bashed,
but because he doesn't WANT this stuff out of here."
"Ugh, what's the matter NOW?" A girl's voice said from the top of the basement
stairs. Slash and Pamela turned to meet a girl with fancy blonde hair and a
quite well-endowed appearance.
"Oh, hi Nicole." Slash said. "We're just trying to figure out-"
"How to move these?" Nicole replied. She spit on her hands, rubbed them together
and lifted up the heaviest piece of equipment, effortlessly. Slash and Pamela
stared in disbelief as she lifted the equipment up and out of the basement door
underneath the stairs. She came back smiling.
"Cinch-y." She said. "Now for the other stuff..." She was about to lift up another
equipment model when she looked at the other two.
"Well, aren'tcha gonna help me?" She asked.
"Uh, you look like you don't need much help..." Slash muttered.
Nicole laughed. "Oh well, I use these too, so maybe that's why-"
"Then why don't YOU have lots of muscles too?" Slash asked.
"Enough questions and help me get rid of this stuff." Nicole put in. Without further
ado, the other two helped her carry all the stuff out of the basement door and up the
other set of stairs leading outside to the end of the driveway. When they were done,
the first question popped was;
"Think we should sell these?" Slash said, albeit too loudly, and a familiar voice
piped up....
"SELL WHAT?!?!?" It was Ruby. He ran down the stairs and caught up with the other
three as soon as Slash was just about to start making a "For Sale" sign to hang on
the equipment.
"You're not selling these!!!!! I thought I told you to leave these here!!!" He
raged, ran outside, and brought in the equipment models one-by-one-by-one until
they were all back in their original places as they were before they were
carried outside.
"There! Let's KEEP them that way!" He said, stomping his foot, and
charged up the stairs just as their buddy Jam was coming downstairs, and in the
process shoving him aside and sending him tumbling down the stairs. The three Kids
ran over to him.
"Are you okay?" Pamela asked Jam. Jam was a guy who had a skin color slightly
lighter than Ruby's, having a long nose with two white stripes around the end,
and with brown hair done in a lot of fancy Jamaican-looking dreadlocks. He
claimed that he wanted to be a rap music star when he got older and better at
singing and breakdancing.
"I'm fine...." He said, eyes spirals that were going *woo-woo-woo-woo* as they
spun around and around from being dizzy from getting knocked down the stairs.
The other three helped him up to his feet.
"Thanks..." He mumbled. "Ugh, I've got a headache..."
"Awww...." Pamela said, feeling awfully sorry for him (she was a very compassionate
person), and she took off his hat and rubbed his head.
"Heyyy..." He said, absent-mindedly waving his hand by his head as if to say 'cut
it out' but Slash and Nicole looked at each other amusedly, because they knew that
Jam liked what Pamela was doing. Jam was one of those guys who loved the company
of girls, especially nice ones like Pamela. (He didn't like Nancy though, and
Nancy was the nicest one of all.)
"Come on Jam, you know you like it..." Nicole teased him.
"Be quiet, Couch." Jam taunted her. He was always making fun of her last name
(which was Couch) and in doing so called her other related names like 'Nicole Sofa'
(which was a name that earned him a black eye and a near broken leg as well as a
few locks of hair torn out).
"What did you call me?!?" She asked him in an outraged tone of voice.
"Couch." He said, smiling.
"Geez, Jam, ya think you'd learned by now. You're just asking for more of that
hair you love so much ripped right out of your scalp..." Pamela sighed in
exasperation.
"That's a good idea! I think we should take a little off the top this time."
Nicole said, rolling up her sleeve and arching it by Jam's face.
"Okay okay, heck, I was just kidding!" Jam said nervously.
"Then SAY so." She said, rolling her sleeve back down. "Now go get lost." Jam
breathed out his nose in kind of a huff and headed upstairs, hands in the pockets of
his red vest.
"Wow, you sure told him off...." Slash said, stepping away from Nicole, but tripped
over the same barbell that injured Pamela and fell on his butt.
"AIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" He yelled, and began cursing in fluent Japanese as he always did
in those situations. Pamela and Nicole burst out laughing.
"Aaaagh, my otoro!!!" He screamed. "Geez! Stupid thing! Now I know why you guys
wanted Ruby's stuff out of here!"
When he was done having a hissy fit, Pamela picked him up and carried him upstairs,
and while this may have been a gesture of kindness, Slash spoiled the moment by
asking her a rather obscure question.
"Hey, you massaged Jam's head when he hurt it, how's lying me down and massaging my
butt for me?"
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*
Slash was dropped and left to tumble down the stairs as Jam had done earlier,
saying "oof" and "ow" as he hit each step. Nicole stood over him, eyeing the hand
shaped slap marks on his cheeks.
"Uh, maybe that wasn't a good idea..." Slash mumbled.
"No. It wasn't." Nicole replied.
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::End of Chapter 1!::
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