Iggy's History Lessons
Prologue
(Second Installment of Iggy's Bedtime Stories…In a way. If you seriously don't like this tell me in the comments. I just really want to try this..)
Iggy burst into the lair of The Flock. No one bothered to look up. They were all dreading the day The Second Installment would be made. It looked as if it would never be made.
"I'M HERE!" Iggy screamed, gesturing by flapping his arms wildly around like the fool that he is. Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel all silently walked out of the room, then ran for their dear lives, and sanity. Max sighed and looked at Fang, he returned the look and they both stood up.
"Iggy," Max began, "We think that you should-"
"I AM NOT GOING TO SEE A THERAPIST!"
"No, we tried that already and it failed horribly. We think that you should…get a hobby…or something…"
"I did have a hobby, blowing up things is my specialty. You said that I had to stop because it was 'dangerous' or something. I stopped listening after you said "well being."
Max sighed, "Well Fang and I have to go somewhere, and-"
Iggy laughed, "By 'go somewhere' you mean go make out. Yeah, and I have to baby-sit the young fledglings. I got this!"
"I'm going to regret this horribly later….. Well, see you guys later." Max and Fang took off. Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel had come back in the room.
"SHE DID NOT JUST DO THAT!" Gazzy screamed. Iggy smiled, "Time for a history lesson my precious kitties!"