WriterNon back again! Wow, two fics in one day? Damn I've outdone myself! (Looks at bloodied stumps on the end of hands sigh)
I heart Meekins and Team Rocket. They're both so pathetic. But maybe that's why I like them. Herm…
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Today was not a good day. Actually, that was a TERRIBLE UNDERSTATEMENT.
First he managed to topple over a whole shelf of files, then put salt in the sugar jar, freeze half of the office by accidentally switching the thermostat to 'Friggin cold'.
All topped off by setting the water fountain on fire. Somehow.
But he was home now. And hopefully, if he sat veeeerrryyy still, nothing else would happen.
But after staring at the ceiling for the last hour or so, he was getting rather bored. Picking up the remote and turning on the television, he reasoned, couldn't cause very much damage, could it?
So, pushed the 'ON' button on the small remote.
Unfortunately, fate must've had the painters in, because his microwave emitted an eerie screeching sound, and let out a puff of smoke.
RIGHT, he thought, attempting to convince the rest of his body to stop shaking. DON'T CHANGE THE CHANNEL UNLESS DOOM IS DESIRED.
He jumped again as he heard a bang, but quickly realised it came from the television. It looked like a children's cartoon show, and currently, a red headed girl and blue haired boy were being… electrocuted? By a yellow mouse?
"Looks like Team rocket's Blasting off Agaaaaiiinnn!"
"Woba wobaaa!"
He blinked. Did... they just get launched into the sky by electrocution? How is that even possible?
Regardless, he found himself glued to the screen for hours on end, watching the program and the antics of the duo, their cat, and blue blob thingy.
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The next day, not one person in the office could figure out why Meekins looked so happy.
He scratched someone's expensive car, and managed to break the Blue Badger's arm off, but he was still smiling and humming to himself.
Detective Dick Gumshoe, quite concerned with the behaviour of the officer, decided to talk to him to see what had pushed him into the realm of optimism.
The answer confused him however. When he asked, all the loud boy did was hold his megaphone up and yell "SIR! I'M NOT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE FOOD CHAIN, SIR!"
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It's short, and not very good, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless
Also, please excuse the thing about fate 'having the painters in' :D