Hello everyone, and happy birthday to Finnjr63! I remember when a fanfiction author by the name of Galaxina-the-Seedrian made a pseudo-drabble fic for my birthday, so I decided to do one for Finnjr63 too. Happy birthday bud, and if you're reading this, have a good day Galaxina!
Finland
Lynn aimed a dart at a globe that was constantly spun by Lucy, when Lola walked by. "Hey, Lola, want to make a bet?" Lynn asked, catching the prima donna's attention. "I bet I can land the dart on the state of Finland!"
"I bet you can't!" Lola answered, taking a seat.
Lynn promptly threw the dart, which flew all over the place until it crash landed somewhere on the kitchen. "Ouch, my sensitive Finland!" Leni shouted from the kitchen.
"That doesn't count," Lola sternly growled.
Idiocy
Leni stood in the middle of a room, looking at the reader with a smile. After a couple seconds, she raised her hand and said, "Hello!"
Nonsense
"This book!" Lisa exclaimed, showing a book titled "Good Expectations" to the reader.
After a couple seconds, she added, "W-What more do I need to say?!"
Noise
Lori was reading a book while her siblings were being as loud as possible, probably to live up to the Loud family name. Once the noise went on for a while, she closed the book and shouted "Be quiet!" at the top of her lungs, bringing the noise to a halt. Then she continued reading.
Jealousy
Lori peaked from a bush to see Carol Pingrey, her eternal rival, sitting on a bench. "Why does everybody like Carol Pingrey so much?!" she thought, putting on a pouty face.
She focused on how some birds landed on the ground close to her, and she fed them some crumbs. "Maybe it's because she's kinda to animals?"
Then she focused to the calm look on her face. "Or her cool, collected personality?"
Then to her hair, "Or the inexplicable fact her hair is always pointing to her right?!"
Finally, Lori winced, "Come to think of it, why do I like Carol so much?"
Recycle
Lola sat on a chair next to "pageant-o-matic" machine. For some reason, she didn't have any make up on, her hair was a mess, and she had a couple bruises, no doubt from a recent fight with her twin sister.
"Lola, your beauty pageant is in a half hour!" Mr. Loud called from afar.
Upon hearing that, Lola climbed into the Pageant-O-Matic, and a couple seconds later, she jumped out, looking like the perfect beauty pageant princess. "I'm totally ready, dad!" she exclaimed, winking at the reader.
