Days

Doctor Thaddeus "Rusty" Venture glared down at the survey he'd just been given by Sergeant Hatred.

"Can you believe this thing?" he growled, "It's so unnecessary!"

Brock, upon hearing the Doctors' admission, walk up behind him and put a somewhat comforting hand on his shoulder, "What seems to be the problem Doc?".

Growling Rusty simply replied, "It's this god damn survey Hatred gave me! It has absolutely nothingto do with arch-ing, like look at this question 'What is your favorite and least favorite day of the week?' What kind of question is that?

"Monday and Thursday"

"What?", asked a clearly confused Rusty.

"Thursday is my least favorite day, because it's trash day and if ya don't remember to take it out the day before or really early in the morning you'll miss the trash men, then you're stuck with a gross rotting bag of trash for another week." Brock replied with a shrug.

Rusty gazed at Brock curiously, "And Monday?"

Grinning wolfishly at the Doctor he replied, "That's our sex night!"

-Meanwhile somewhere deep in the Venture compound-

"Hey, Hank?", Dean wondered out loud.

"..What?", Hank rolled his eyes waiting for the odd question that was sure to come out of his brothers mouth.

"What's your favorite and least favorite day of the week?", asked Dean.

Sighing in annoyance Hank questioned, "Why?"

"I'm Doing a special survey for the news paper!" Dean chirped happily.

Hank paused for a moment, in thought, before answering, "Well, my favorite day is Saturday 'cause we get to watch cartoons and sleep in that day."

"And your least favorite day?" inquired Dean, while writing down every word.

Hank suddenly paled before whispering, "Monday.."

"Monday, why Monday?" questioned a curious Dean.

Blushing, Hank looked away, "That's Dad and Brock's sex night!"