Katy: Thanks for your reviews, but fyi, links don't show well on this site, so your email address didn't show up. And I can't really think of anything funny having to do with a pool room, though, but I'll keep it in the back of my mind. Who knows- maybe I'll have a good idea in the middle of the night? Lol.

This is just an idea that's been floating around in my head, but this morning, I had the idea to put in the idea of Dave marrying WHM and having little mouse children with him... *twitch-twitch*


Girls

Dave sat down on the sofa with a heavy sigh.

"What's wrong, Dave?" Kitty asked from the kitchen.

"I feel left out of things, Kitty." Dave explained. "Everyone else has someone except for me."

"Eh? What do you mean, Dave-kun?" Kitty asked, coming over to the sofa and leaning on the back of it.

"Ignoring the fact that you just called me a little boy... I'm talking about Nina and Rich-" (1)

"Yeah. They're such a cute couple!" Kitty exclaimed.

"And Smitty and that girl-"

"Katie? The girl who works at Jean Lafitte?"

"Yeah. That's the one. And you and Scott!" Dave finished.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call Scott and myself a couple, per-say." Kitty sighed, holding her hand to her face. "We fight more than we make up."

"Kitty! Can you make me a sandwich?" Scott yelled from another room.

"Come here and say that to my face, Durbin!" Kitty yelled in response. Scott wandered into the room, dressed in a hazmat suit.

"Kitty, can you make me a sandwich?"

"Go make your own stupid sandwich, you lazy bum!" Kitty screamed, throwing the remains of her sandwich at Scott. The sandwich splattered against Scott's hazmat suit and slid to the floor, leaving a trail of mustard on the helmet and and chunk of ham on his stomach.

"Anyway, what you need is a girlfriend." Kitty went on, turning back to Dave and ignoring Scott as he went into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich.

"I don't know any girls that I'd want to date, though. I mean... I know the Tooth Fairy, but she's a fairy. Then there's Banker Bernadette..."

"Well, ex-banker." Kitty reminded Dave. "Oh! My cousin Lily is single!"

"...Lily... the porn-star Lily?" Dave asked, his eye twitching like mad.

"Yes!" Kitty nodded in agreement.

"Urg. I'd rather marry Warehouse Mouse." Dave groaned. A shared mental image of Dave wearing a tux and watching as Warehouse Mouse- dressed in a white gown and veil- walked down the isle towards Dave popped into their heads.

Then, a picture of half-Dave-half-mouse children popped into their heads.

"On second thought, at least Lily is the same species as me." Dave brushed the thought bubbles of his life with Warehouse Mouse as his bride away.

A huge crash from the kitchen brought their attention to Scott again.

"What the..." Kitty gasped upon seeing the giant donkey-shaped sandwich that Scott had created in the few minutes that she and Dave had been talking.

"Ta-da!" Scott exclaimed, throwing his arms wide to show off his creation.

"You're asking for it, Durbin!" Kitty growled, stalking off into the Warehouse to find god-knows-what.

"Why are you in a hazmat suit in the first place? Please don't tell me that you've been in the Uranium room again?"

"...Um... maybe?"

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1. This is just an informative thing... but when Kitty says Dave-kun, kun is a Japanese word added to the ends of young boy's names and it literally means "little boy" so Dave-kun = Little Boy Dave. And obviously, Dave didn't like how Kitty called him a "little boy".