The Day a Chicken Ate Clef's Fuzzy Pink Slippers
Disclaimer: I don't own MKR. I do own the chicken. Just a little piece of
insanity that was started by me sending myself a FY card with the Bus Load
of Cheese song in it. BTW, that's what me and my friends call the MKR opening theme.
It's almost kinda scary, but the first few lines of the song sound really good as 'Bus loooooaaaad of cheese!'
Now, if only I could convince the dubbers to change it to that.....(*cough*and get
someone who can sing!!*cough*)
The sun was shining brightly that morning, never mind the fact that it
was disguised as a hamburger. Clef rose out of his bed and moved to
put on his fuzzy pink slippers. He really loved those slippers. They were
undoubtedly the only reason he woke up each morning. Which, by the way,
is why he should've stayed in bed today.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're gone! I've lost all
reason to live!" Clef's yells shook the spiffy mansion that they were using
for the purpose of this fic. The others quickly ran out of their rooms to see what was the
matter. Well, Hikaru came out of her room, likewise for Presia. (Wondering
why she's alive? Because she is waaaaay too much like me to leave dead,
that's why!) However, Ferio for some odd reason (*winkwinknudgenudge*)
came out of Fuu's room with her. Ascot and Umi just plain didn't get up.
(Can you tell some of my favorite couples? ^_~) Mokona, who was used to this
sort of thing, merely said "Puu" before returning to his dreams of parades and
hobos. (That one's for you, Steph-chan!)
"What's wrong, Clef-san?" Fuu, polite even at 2:00 am, asked
the distraught midget.
"My *sob* slippers *sniffle* are MISSING!!! WAHH!!" He cried.
"Your slippers?" Ferio looked decidedly nervous. "They're not pink and
fuzzy, are they?"
Clef regarded him closely, "Yes, they are...." Suddenly he began strangling
poor Ferio, yelling "Where are they? If you hurt one hair on their fuzzy pink
heads, I swear I'll kill you into your grave!!!"
"Moo?" All heads turned to the orange chicken standing on the steps.
The orange chicken with something pink and fuzzy stuck on it's beak. Ferio jumped
loose of Clef' hold.
"Please don't kill poor Ruthafurd! He came with my new job. Can I keep him?"
Ferio pleaded, his eyes suspiciously large and wobbly.
"NOT PUPPY DOG EYES!!! Oh, all right! Just don't let this happen again." Clef sighed.
He really was going to miss his fuzzy pink slippers.... As everyone retreated to their rooms,
Fuu stayed behind with Ferio.
"Anno....Ferio, exactly what kind of job gives out chickens?" She asked.
"Got me. They said I was some kind of 'butter salesman' or something like that," He shrugged.
Fuu nearly fainted. 'What is this world coming to?' She thought, 'I'm dating the next Fabio! Geez,
next thing you know our swords will be replaced with scooters!'
Somewhere in the distance, an ominous voice said, "You have NO idea...."
The moral of this story is: Don't drop food on the floor if you own cats.
Unless, of course, you like eating fur. (YUCK! I luv my cats to death,
but that's just SICK!)
Author's note- Heh....my spell check thinks Hikaru is supposed to be Hiker....heh....
READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!! It makes me feel loved. I think I used
the word reason too mant times....oh well!
Disclaimer: I don't own MKR. I do own the chicken. Just a little piece of
insanity that was started by me sending myself a FY card with the Bus Load
of Cheese song in it. BTW, that's what me and my friends call the MKR opening theme.
It's almost kinda scary, but the first few lines of the song sound really good as 'Bus loooooaaaad of cheese!'
Now, if only I could convince the dubbers to change it to that.....(*cough*and get
someone who can sing!!*cough*)
The sun was shining brightly that morning, never mind the fact that it
was disguised as a hamburger. Clef rose out of his bed and moved to
put on his fuzzy pink slippers. He really loved those slippers. They were
undoubtedly the only reason he woke up each morning. Which, by the way,
is why he should've stayed in bed today.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're gone! I've lost all
reason to live!" Clef's yells shook the spiffy mansion that they were using
for the purpose of this fic. The others quickly ran out of their rooms to see what was the
matter. Well, Hikaru came out of her room, likewise for Presia. (Wondering
why she's alive? Because she is waaaaay too much like me to leave dead,
that's why!) However, Ferio for some odd reason (*winkwinknudgenudge*)
came out of Fuu's room with her. Ascot and Umi just plain didn't get up.
(Can you tell some of my favorite couples? ^_~) Mokona, who was used to this
sort of thing, merely said "Puu" before returning to his dreams of parades and
hobos. (That one's for you, Steph-chan!)
"What's wrong, Clef-san?" Fuu, polite even at 2:00 am, asked
the distraught midget.
"My *sob* slippers *sniffle* are MISSING!!! WAHH!!" He cried.
"Your slippers?" Ferio looked decidedly nervous. "They're not pink and
fuzzy, are they?"
Clef regarded him closely, "Yes, they are...." Suddenly he began strangling
poor Ferio, yelling "Where are they? If you hurt one hair on their fuzzy pink
heads, I swear I'll kill you into your grave!!!"
"Moo?" All heads turned to the orange chicken standing on the steps.
The orange chicken with something pink and fuzzy stuck on it's beak. Ferio jumped
loose of Clef' hold.
"Please don't kill poor Ruthafurd! He came with my new job. Can I keep him?"
Ferio pleaded, his eyes suspiciously large and wobbly.
"NOT PUPPY DOG EYES!!! Oh, all right! Just don't let this happen again." Clef sighed.
He really was going to miss his fuzzy pink slippers.... As everyone retreated to their rooms,
Fuu stayed behind with Ferio.
"Anno....Ferio, exactly what kind of job gives out chickens?" She asked.
"Got me. They said I was some kind of 'butter salesman' or something like that," He shrugged.
Fuu nearly fainted. 'What is this world coming to?' She thought, 'I'm dating the next Fabio! Geez,
next thing you know our swords will be replaced with scooters!'
Somewhere in the distance, an ominous voice said, "You have NO idea...."
The moral of this story is: Don't drop food on the floor if you own cats.
Unless, of course, you like eating fur. (YUCK! I luv my cats to death,
but that's just SICK!)
Author's note- Heh....my spell check thinks Hikaru is supposed to be Hiker....heh....
READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!! It makes me feel loved. I think I used
the word reason too mant times....oh well!