Tommy and Kimi: The Saga
(Note: this is all assuming that Tommy, Kimi, Phil, and Lil were born in 1990; Chuckie in 1989, Angelica and Suzie in 1988, and Dil in 1991. This is my first fanfic, so don't be too harsh. Please R/R!)
(I do not own Rugrats, it is owned by Klasky-Csupo)
12-year-old Tommy Pickles woke up on September 6th, 2002 the sound of an alarm blaring. He let out an audible groan. Today was the first day of school. Another whole new year of teachers and homework. But this year was a special year, because Tommy was going to his first day of Middle school. He looked to his right and listened to the calm breathing of his 11-year- old younger brother, Dil Pickles, who could sleep through an atomic bomb. He was almost going to gently shake him, like he had been doing since second grade to remind him to wake up for school, but he remembered that Dil was only in fifth grade, and Middle School started a half an hour earlier. He got up out of his bed and staggered towards his desk, where a bright blue T-shirt and jeans awaited him. He had always been partial to the color blue, ever since he was really little. He put on his shirt and jeans, and threw on some socks and shoes, and came down for breakfast. Didi Pickles, his mother, stood by the stove making pancakes. His father, Stu Pickles, was drinking coffee and looking at the paper.
"Morning Tommykins!" said Didi cheerfully. "I made you pancakes for your first day of Middle School!"
"Mom! Will you lay off the "Tommykins" crap? I have to keep up my image!" Tommy said, slicking back his purple hair. He sat down at the table next to his dad.
"Oh, my Tommy is growing up!" Didi crooned as she set a plate of pancakes in front of her son. Stu looked up from his paper, and realized that his son had woken up.
"Morning champ! First day of Middle School, eh? I remember my first day of Middle School . . . . . " Stu went on into one of his long stories. Tommy ate his pancakes heartily, not really listening. He finished, and put his plate in the sink. He went into the bathroom and found that Dil was there, washing his face.
"Morning, Dilly" Tommy said, ruffling his younger brother's flaming red hair.
"Don't call me that, Tom!" Dil said, while drying off his face. Tommy didn't answer. He brushed his teeth, than took out some styling gel that Did gave Stu for his birthday last summer. Stu never used it. Tommy squeezed some gel into his hands, and began spiking up his hair.
"What are you doing?" Dil asked.
"Making myself look cool."
"Eww. You look like a brillo pad." Dil said, and then exited the bathroom. When Tommy finished his hair, he glanced at the clock on the wall of the upstairs hall. It was 7:55. The bus came at eight! Tommy ran downstairs, and got his backpack. He kissed both of his parents goodbye before running out the door to his new bus stop.
(Note: this is all assuming that Tommy, Kimi, Phil, and Lil were born in 1990; Chuckie in 1989, Angelica and Suzie in 1988, and Dil in 1991. This is my first fanfic, so don't be too harsh. Please R/R!)
(I do not own Rugrats, it is owned by Klasky-Csupo)
12-year-old Tommy Pickles woke up on September 6th, 2002 the sound of an alarm blaring. He let out an audible groan. Today was the first day of school. Another whole new year of teachers and homework. But this year was a special year, because Tommy was going to his first day of Middle school. He looked to his right and listened to the calm breathing of his 11-year- old younger brother, Dil Pickles, who could sleep through an atomic bomb. He was almost going to gently shake him, like he had been doing since second grade to remind him to wake up for school, but he remembered that Dil was only in fifth grade, and Middle School started a half an hour earlier. He got up out of his bed and staggered towards his desk, where a bright blue T-shirt and jeans awaited him. He had always been partial to the color blue, ever since he was really little. He put on his shirt and jeans, and threw on some socks and shoes, and came down for breakfast. Didi Pickles, his mother, stood by the stove making pancakes. His father, Stu Pickles, was drinking coffee and looking at the paper.
"Morning Tommykins!" said Didi cheerfully. "I made you pancakes for your first day of Middle School!"
"Mom! Will you lay off the "Tommykins" crap? I have to keep up my image!" Tommy said, slicking back his purple hair. He sat down at the table next to his dad.
"Oh, my Tommy is growing up!" Didi crooned as she set a plate of pancakes in front of her son. Stu looked up from his paper, and realized that his son had woken up.
"Morning champ! First day of Middle School, eh? I remember my first day of Middle School . . . . . " Stu went on into one of his long stories. Tommy ate his pancakes heartily, not really listening. He finished, and put his plate in the sink. He went into the bathroom and found that Dil was there, washing his face.
"Morning, Dilly" Tommy said, ruffling his younger brother's flaming red hair.
"Don't call me that, Tom!" Dil said, while drying off his face. Tommy didn't answer. He brushed his teeth, than took out some styling gel that Did gave Stu for his birthday last summer. Stu never used it. Tommy squeezed some gel into his hands, and began spiking up his hair.
"What are you doing?" Dil asked.
"Making myself look cool."
"Eww. You look like a brillo pad." Dil said, and then exited the bathroom. When Tommy finished his hair, he glanced at the clock on the wall of the upstairs hall. It was 7:55. The bus came at eight! Tommy ran downstairs, and got his backpack. He kissed both of his parents goodbye before running out the door to his new bus stop.