The gang is on a short holiday after the Sanctuary explosion. I refuse to set it after Mortal Coil. Too depressing to party. Seriously.
DISCLAIMER – I'm not Irish. Nor am I a man. So therefore I do not own these characters *sob sob*… They belong to the AWESOME Derek Landy!
"Come on!" Fletcher yelled.
"No!" Valkyrie screamed.
"Chicken!" mocked Tanith.
"Am not!" Valkyrie protested.
Ghastly and Skulduggery just stared in amusement. They have been like this for half an hour already. Fletcher challenged Tanith and Valkyrie to an eating contest. Tanith took it up immediately. Valkyrie however…
"It's easy!" Fletcher explained. "You eat that pile of baked macaronis with your hands tied up to your back." He gestured at a platter filled with food as high as a bucket.
"No way!" Valkyrie shouted. "Come on, you can't be intimidated by a pile of food," Ghastly said suddenly. "Not you, too…," Valkyrie wailed. She actually blushed.
"Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!" chimed Tanith and Fletcher. Valkyrie clenched her fists. "Fine." "HURRAH!" Fletcher screamed, followed by Tanith, throwing their knuckles in the air like they've just won World Cup or something.
Valkyrie shook her head, grinning at the sight of them. She swore to herself she would smack them in the guts for this…
Valkyrie stared at the baked macaronis in front of her. She gulped. Her hands were tied to her back by a thread that was believed to be cut from an emperor dragon's stomach. Curse Skulduggery for bringing this everywhere with him 'in case of emergency'.
She sat between Tanith and Fletcher. They, too, were trembling at the sight of their platter-full of macaronis. She gave a small, nervous laugh.
"Ready," Ghastly announced. "Commence!" Skulduggery followed in a lazy drawl. The three 'contestants' wolfed down their food, smearing their faced with hot-sauce.
"Rohr wah goh! (Oh my God!)" Fletcher exclaimed.
"Shahk ahp! (Shut up!)" Tanith yelled at him, mouth full.
"Eeh yah elaady hoot! (Eat your bloody food!)" Valkyrie screamed.
"Ah heh hah Fesher… (I hate you Fletcher…)"
"Ahm lowahel. (I'm lovable.)"
"Shtoofith damathed horcuhain! (Stupid demented porcupine!)"
And so on and so forth…
Skulduggery and Ghastly listened in amazement. "How the heck did they understand each other?" Ghastly asked, puzzled. Skulduggery shook his skull.
"I don't know, not even an iota."
One ½ Hour Later…
They were scattered on the floor. Tanith was clasping her mouth and clutching her stomach, trying not to vomit. Valkyrie crouched, grasping her stomach, groaning. Fletcher lay spread-eagled, staring at the ceiling in a tired manner.
"I can't believe it," Ghastly remarked,"you finished all of it. Congratulations." Fletcher raised his thumb. "We're awesome." "Yeah, right," Valkyrie mumbled. Skulduggery poked a bony finger at Tanith. Tanith just grunted. "Oh good, your stomach hasn't exploded yet."
Just then Kenspeckle and Clarabelle walked in, carrying Tupperwares with them. "What's that?" the skeleton asked. "Oh, cakes and stuff from the lab. Thought you might love it," Clarabelle said, opening one of the plastic containers, revealing the baked macaronis nestled inside.
And all at once, three bloated humans threw up.
Yeah… err… I'm never good with endings. This is my first fanfic EVER! Got this idea from my class's annual lunch. Where I live, we're not allowed to have annual dinners. My buddies, Kay and Faris did exactly the same thing here, minus the sprawling part and their pile was just the size of dictionaries.
Not much…. Anyways, thanks for reading! Please review if you have the spare time!