A/N: This is just alittle Cubby spoof, also Cubby is Tony's cubs mug that you always see him with in a show, this spoof was inspired by a joke with me and one of my friends.
The Interrorgation Room
He sat there on the desk not seeing anyone around, well this was abunch of crap, he hadn't seen his best friend all day, his best friend hadn't even taken a drink from him! He hadn't recently poured any alchol in him, it was upsetting to the little white mug that sat on the desk, Cubby use to be able to tell his friends.."Yeah, I hold Tony's alcohol." But he coudln't do that anymore, it upset the little mug that sat there, but he couldn't cry because..duh, he was freakin' plastic! Cubby felt sad, he didn't know how to make himself feel better, maybe therapy? Ah, no, the little mug didn't like opening up to random people, espeically if there was a possibility they would drink from him, only Tony could drink from him. Cubby was a one man mug. He looked around until he saw the glass door of the office open, seeing it was Tony, he perked up. The little C on the mug looking very proud and happy, Cubby sat there untouched, Tony took a glance down at the little mug and smiled. "Good 'ol times Cubby." He said as he turned around to walk out, but before he could walk out, Cubby saw someone else enter the office, it was Michelle, Cubby loved Michelle, she always took such good care of him when she would put him in the dishwasher, she gave him the best baths.
Michelle: Hey Tony.
Tony: Sup baby?
Cubby heard Tony's trademark line that he would say to Michelle, it made him laugh silently everytime he heard it, due to the fact that the mug didn't have a mouth. As Tony and Michelle left the office, Cubby felt neglected and sad. How could his owner treat him like this? Neglect him, Cubby was now maybe rethinking therapy. Oh no! He saw Jack coming, Cubby felt compelled to hide, but thought he'd show himself instead of hiding, Jack had always had it in for the little mug, every since Tony had gotten him. Jack walked into the office and grabbed Cubby, getting stuffed in the pocket of Jacks coat, he sighed. "Great, where the hell is he taking me now?" The white little mug thought to himself. As he was taken out of the coat and sat on the desk, he realized where he was. One of the interrorgatoin rooms. Cubby at one end of the table, Jack at the other. "I'm not leaving until you crack, buddy. What is your primary objective?" Jack asked. Seeing the little mug sitting there looking all innocent and filled with coffee, he gave him the evil eye, thinking it would make him crack, he sighed knowing it wouldn't, the mug was tough, Jack would admit that. Cubby tipped himself foward alittle bit and spilled a bit of coffee. "Haha." He said outloud to Jack. Cubby had his escape plan, the only thing was, executing it. Cubby threw himself foward, spilling hot coffee all over Jack's face. Jack blinded by the coffee didn't see the little mug tip it's self on it's side and roll off the desk and out the door.
