Dear readers: This is the product of crazy minds. It is not intended to offend or scare anyone. If you do not share our sense of humor, let us know. We're glad to hear from you. Now, without any further adieu, we present to you our hyped minds' special production...The wacky pickle story!

Tens: Whoa, whoa, whoa...I thought it was the Crazy Pickle Story?

Goddess: As long as it has the word 'pickle' in it, you shouldn't care one way or another.

Tens: /shrugs/ well, she has a point...

Goddess: Now, without any further adieu...the CRAZY - happy?- pickle story!

PS. Watch that first step and don't bang you head

Disclaimer: We own...us and the intruders. S.E Hinton owns the outsiders and the original idea belongs to Goddess of Silent Tears/ Goddess of Sarcasm/Chronic Sarcasm.

Happy reading!

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Chapter One

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"Where's my pickle!" Pony wailed, kicking one of the wooden chairs.

He had saved that pickle! Even kept it hidden from Two-Bit on munchy night only to have it go missing now! What a world! Nothing was ever fair for poor Ponyboy Curtis.

Suddenly, something caught his attention and snapped him out of his mourning for his pickle. There was a big window right in the middle of his kitchen wall. What's more was that there was a brunette sitting on the other side watching him. He blinked just to make sure he wasn't going insane. The brunette, who'd been eating Pony's pickle, quickly hid it behind her back.

"I saw that!"

"Uh... Saw what?"

"Give it back!" He yelled.

The girl snorted and replied, "Me give up a pickle? I don't think so."

Pony sighed and attempted the puppy dog eyed look, but the brunette merely cocked an eye brow.

"Please?"

"Nope"

Pony, who had now had enough, climbed through the screen - yes, it wasn't a window at all - and began tickling the girl to death. When the pickle had slipped out of her hand, he quickly grabbed it, and jumped backthrough the screen.

"Ow!"

...Banging his head in the process, of course.

"Hey, you brat!" The pickle thief yelled, frustrated that her precious pickle was gone.

"It's my pickle!" He yelled back.

"You can go buy more! I'm in desperate need of pickley goodness!" She cried.

"Are you on crack?" Pony asked, edging away from the screen, partly scared of the girl on the other side.

"No, I am not on crack. At least, I don't think I am... Am I?" She said going off into a daze.

Pony took the opportunity to hide the pickle behind his back. Finally snapping out of her daze she glared at him.

"Okay, Ponybrat, give me back my pickle."

"I told you, it's mine"

"Only if you can keep it away from me," she replied. grinning evilly she climbed through the computer screen, bumping her head in the process.

"Ouch!! Now you must pay!" She declared, rubbing the red mark where she had banged her head.

Darry, who had heard all the commotion, galloped into the kitchen, but then stopped at the sight of his kid brother wrestling a girl.

"What the hell is going on? Who the hell are you?"

The girl stood up and put her foot on Pony's chest so he couldn't move before turning her attention to the eldest Curtis.

"I'm Tensleep, the pickle thief!" She grinned proudly, ignoring Darry's choice of words. Her brother wouldn't approve of them at all.

Darry remained aggravated, still watching Pony try to struggle out from under her foot. "Let him up."

"No, he has my pickle."

"Pony, give her back her pickle," Darry ordered.

"No! It's mine! See, it has Soda's sugar on it!" He yelped, holding up the half bitten pickle.

"Well, then it's mine," Soda said, loping into the kitchen as well.

"Who's side are you on?" Pony asked indignantly.

"Her side. What's your name again?" Soda asked.

"Tensleep."

"And I thought my name was different." He grinned.

"It is," Tens replied.

Darry looked at Soda.

"Family sticks together, Soda. Now Pony, give Tens her pickle back."

Pony now had had enough and yelled, "Are you both insane? It's my pickle!"

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Will anyone believe Pony? Will this turn into a fan fic? How did Tensleep get into the computer? Find out in the next instalment of the Crazy pickle story!

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Hope you enjoyed that and if you didn't your welcome to tell us or go suck on a lemon.

Cya! Goddess of Sarcasm, well I use to be goddess of silent tears but #beeps# still ain't changed it yet.

Oh boy. I thought that went well. Like Goddess, said tell us what you think. We'll be here. See ya in the funny papers! Tens

And he may not be here but the King who is the other part of this trio would like to say the usual with the reviews and how he eats flamers in his cereal with M&M's. He's in the woods of Alberta chasing Grizzlies. Bless him! He has a box of matches too! I pity nature and anything that tries to eat him first!