Hello, this is my little story about a moustache. Enjoy!
"...And that was our sketch of a hobo eating soup." Sam said pointing to a smiling Freddie dressed as a hobo complete with dirty old clothes and a fake beard covered in chicken soup.
"Well that's all for tonight, thanks for watching!" Carly said waving goodbye.
"But remember to vote on who you think should be the next president – ET or this bowl of soup?"
"Bye" They said in unity.
"And we're clear." Said Freddie turning off the cameras, and taking off his wig and fake beard. "I kinda like this beard. It reminds me of my uncle Michael, he has the biggest moustache I've ever seen. I think he won an award for it..."
"My great aunt Lisa has the largest moustache I've ever seen..." Sam said while slouching lazily on the bean bag eating the chicken soup.
"Ew..." Carly muttered thinking about a woman with facial hair.
"I bet Fredderly can't even grow a beard!" Sam exclaimed.
"Yeah," Carly joined in. "He probably can only grow those little stubly moustaches or goatie beards"
"I can too grow facial hair!" Freddie shot back getting annoyed.
"Oh yeah, 'cause you're all man" Sam said sacasticly rolling her eyes.
"Freddie its fine." Carly butted in, sensing things were gonna get out of hand. "Spencer can't grow facial hair either."
"I can't what now?" Spencer shouted up from downstairs.
"Oh go feed the cat!" Carly shouted back laughing.
"You have a cat?" Sam asked confused, getting up from her bean bag.
"Nope."
"Hey Sam, I bet you a trip to that new steak restaurant downtown that I'll have a full grown beard by the end of the week!" Freddie said looking confident.
"DEAL!" Sam shouted shaking his hand vigorously. "Steakville here I come!" She licked her lips dreaming of meat.
"Carly," Spencer said looking confused as he entered the studio. "We don't have a cat..."
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Don't really know where I'm going with this story but I'll try to update as soon as i can! : )
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