Horton Hears a Who: Who-flu
Disclaimer: I of course do not own the wonderful characters mentioned in this story. Those rights belong to someone else.
A/N: My first Horton Hears a Who story. The movie was amazing the whole theater had been choking on laughter through the majority of it and of course the ending completely blew me away. Besides the point… I had wanted to write a story for it, I had to! However this takes place before the movie, thought you should know.
Another twelve seconds of listening the mayor embarrass himself trying to 'connect' with his only son out of ninety-seven who children. To the who boy he could hardly ever make it those few seconds without exiting the dining area before the short span of time was up. However today his parents had something important to say, a request perhaps.
Being the oldest they wanted him to watch his sisters when they went out tonight.
Suzy, Cindy and Lou-la all had come down with the Who-flu though and he was being lectured on properly taking care of them. It's not like he ever remembered agreeing to this in the first place, babysitting 96 little girls was no joke. This was an important meeting in which the mayor had to attend though and they hadn't had time to find a suitable babysitter.
No one was crazy enough to take on this challenge.
There was no way these twelve seconds weren't up yet! His eyes flickered toward the timer, 4-3...
"Will you do this, J-dawg?" He glanced at his father skeptically and crossed his arms.
He then nodded and jumped out of his chair just as the timer went off. It wasn't something he really wanted to do but as an older brother it was kind of his responsibility to look after ALL his little sisters, even if that meant ninety-six little who girls. Still he would do it, as he sulked off to his room, it would at least prove that he was capable of doing something right.
Even if it wasn't being what his father wanted him to become.
The important couple of Who Ville said good-bye to their 96 girls and stopped at their one son who had been standing towards the end of the line. "There is dinner in the kitchen, medicine in the cabinet for Suzy, Cindy and Lou-la all of which need to stay in bed. For the rest of them I want them in bed by eight, no acceptations. We should be back at ten."
The who woman stood back to look at the bustling crowd of children. "I want you all of you to behave and listen to Jojo." She turned to his husband who was kissing the youngest of them upon the forehead. Waiting a moment for him to say good-bye to their son.
"Take good care of them Jojo, your in charge." Ned had the most ridiculous of smiles and now was an instant in which one showed. "Yep, yep, your going to make a great mayor one day!" He ruffled his sons hair and then the two adult whos left.
There was a good- what… ten seconds of silence before voice sprung up to fill the void.
"I'm hungry-"
"I'm bored-"
" Louise stole my brush!"
Someone was crying, little girls running and skipping around, someone in the crowd was doing flips.
He should just walk away now-
He stuck two of his fuzzy fingers in his mouth and whistled a very loud and shrill sound causing silence to return once more. As he stalked past them into the kitchen, ninety-three girls followed. The rhythmic thud of their footsteps caused him to pause. Turning around to face them he stuck at his hand, palm towards them- demanding they stop.
Shaking his head he pointed toward the doorway clearly stating he wanted the to go to the dining room.
The crowd flooded out.
It was a lot of work to get all the food onto the table and his sisters situated for a meal that did not involve, moving chairs every twelve seconds. When he finally did though he remembered the three other girls stuck in bed. Heading back into the kitchen he imagined it would have to be soup for them.
Now stumbling down the hallway with three full bowls of the steaming substance he wondered how his father could carry 97 glasses of water at once...
Having been sneezed on the moment he placed the last bowl on the third of his sister's laps, he ended up scowling but quickly shrugged the action off. Not as if little Suzy could help herself. He got up to go retrieve her a tissue from the other side of the room as she was continuing to sniffle. "Jo… jo… it's too… wot…"
He glanced back at her deciding to just take the whole box because the way that nose was oozing a few would not be enough.
"Blow on… wit?…"
Taking a tissue he rubbed the snot off her small button nose and blew lightly on the liquid in her bowl.
"Mine- two" One of his other sisters sneezed.
"Mine three!"
Rolling his eyes he got up to repeat the act.
Medicine. Oh-great…
He glanced up at the cabinet with a deepening frown playing across his features. Did the world just have to spite him? Well… a moment later he dashed out of the room ignoring the stares of his sisters as he passed through the dining room. He could fix this problem. Returning seconds later he tethered one end of a rope around his waist.
He took the other end knotting it around one of the odd shaped who spoons. With the extra weight it easily fell over the side of the high knob and returned to his hands when he threw it. Slowly he gathered a buddle of this side of the rope through his hands causing his feet to leave the floor as he approached his destination.
Putting his feet against the wood door he held the rope with one hand and leaned over to open the cabinet next to this one. Maybe next time his parents could put the bottle on the counter for him.
Back upstairs with the rope trailing after him --so he could return the medicine back to the place in which the youngest of children wouldn't be able to reach it, when he finished this task-- his sisters giggled "Jojo has a tail."
Now if only little kids weren't always so against taking medicine this would have been easier. He wasted a good ten minutes on each of them between snot and sneezes.
When he finally returned to the kitchen the plates had already been washed by each of their users and peering into the dining room he could see most of his sisters already headed off to bed. The others would be easy enough to point in the right direction when he finished here.
All ninety-six were in bed by eight o' five.
However he was still awake till his parents got home, to make sure his sisters didn't need anything else like they usually did. It was a good thing they didn't… He waited for his presence to be known, nodded to the two of them and then slumped off to bed.
He had only wanted them to know he had done something right.
A/N: Okay, I think this story will have TWO chapters. This one and of course the next one. Feel free to review.