Disclaimer: I own nothing. Also, I am deeply sorry. Not only is this full of OOC-ness, this sort of thing happens when mother and child have slightly varied obsessions, and then magically the two combine. There's also a Hellboy/Animaniacs thing playing out in my head, but I'm trying to resist it as long as possible.
Enjoy . . .?
Two voices were singing. One a deep baritone, the other obviously female, mid-age and lyrical. The song was nonsense, and they both apparently enjoyed it immensely. The closer he walked to the room, the more boisterous it became. The two began laughing while singing, making the words even less understandable.
"--lives in a pineapple--" Giggle. "--the sea?"
"SpongeBo--" Gasp for breath. "SquarePants!"
"--sorbent and yell--" Snort. " --porous is he!"
"Spon--" Someone falling off the couch, "--arePants!"
"If nautical nons--" Braying of laugher. "--mething you wish—"
Abe knew the short chorus as if he'd written it himself.
"Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!"
Deep in his heart of hearts, he knew he should just turn around and try to forget whatever it was he was hearing. It wasn't important, it was obviously some type of hallucinogenic nightmare brought on by some unknown supernatural force invading the Bureau—
They started the song again as he stood in the doorway.
"What are you doing?" he asked, foolishly.
He was correct about the hallucinations. The images from the two of them were bizarre; a sponge, Bob?, under the sea, a squirrel in a space suit, Gary the Snail and the Krusty Krab with Krabby Patties—
Abe voluntarily backpedaled out of the room. He did his best to clear his mind of the imagery scalded into his brain.
"You're right, Red," he heard Liz say. "Abe does remind me a little bit of Squidward."
Just keep walking, Abraham Sapien, he told himself forcefully. Do not try and figure out what that meant.
It took a long time for him to get the song out of his head.
fin.