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THE TORTURE:
Krystal looked at the ceiling blowing stray hair from her face; her face was etched in boredom.
"Kat, do you wanna just dance?" she asked.
"You know I'm not a fan of dancing," Kat said.
"Live for once," Krystal groaned, shaking her head.
"Hey, Krystal, Kat," the two looked at Micco, "are you two okay?"
"We're bored," Krystal said, "and because Kat is no fun…"
"Ha, look at who you're calling no fun," Kat said.
"Kat, who in the heck is no fun?" Krystal asked.
"Dora the Explorer that's who," Kat grinned.
"No, she's scary…who can be happy all the time?" Krystal stood up, "SWIPER NO SWIPING, SWIPER NO SWIPING!"
"My dad forced me to watch that show…when I turned thirteen," Kat shivered, "so many hours of the cheery little girl, that goes on adventures with a monkey. The monkey should have his own TV show."
"And what pray tell would it be called?" Krystal asked.
"Boots and His Red Boots," Kat laughed.
"What the heck are you two talking about?" Mikey entered the room.
"That doesn't beat, having to watch Barney with the kids you babysat for hours and hours," Krystal said, "I barely survived."
"Heh, and don't forget the puppet shows that my father played while my sister was asleep, and my sister was the puppet," Kat blinked, "that was so painful."
"Oh, I remember those," Krystal said, "those were crazy…CRAZY I TELL YOU!"
"What's crazy?" Leo stood there his arms crossed.
"What else happened to you that caused you pain?" Mikey asked.
"Like we would tell you," Kat said, "you already know too much."
"Well, would you tell Leo?" Mikey smirked.
"Not in a million years," Krystal hissed.
"Oh, come on, they couldn't be that bad," Leo said, sitting down.
"They are that bad," Krystal said, "I mean…this were the craziest things that our families done to us."
"Like, you try being my/Kat's sister tied to a chair watching Teletubies, Bubah, and then all those other little kids shows," the two girls said at the same time.
"That is torture," Mikey said.
"That ain't the half of it," Kat said, "have you ever had a girl that is…eleven years old cuss you out before?"
"Nope," Leo said.
"My sister cussed me out constantly…and sometimes my dad…would just yell at me when I did something wrong," Kat said, "or pick on me like I was some little kid."
"Basically the same thing happened to me, except…it was only my parents," Krystal sighed, "I still remember the last thing my mom said to me, in our latest argument."
"That beats having Sarah cuss you out when you only turn up the music a little bit, when she's watching TV," Kat rolled her eyes, "and she said she was the responsible one…No."
"Hey, what's going on?" Don walked into the room.
"Hey, Kat, remember your fear of Bob the Builder," Krystal grinned.
"No…the talking, vehicles are going to kill me!" Kat spazzed, "I don't wanna die!"
"Oh wait, she's still afraid of Bob the Builder," Krystal stated.
"They are too happy for their own good!" she fell out of her seat.
"You got that right," Don stated.
That was oneshot number 1 hope you liked it!
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