Heyas, it's me again! I hope you like this story. It was created just last September, but edited again to correct those small typos.

"What the AHHH!" Matt the red sentient doormat flipped to his side, flattening himself and barely avoiding a speeding projectile. The projectile hit the school wall and bounced over. It turned out to be a basketball, covered in poop.

"Haha-AH!" Tobias ducked as the basketball flew over him, bouncing off the basketball pole in the schoolyard. The ball flew, and then bounced over to the other disgusted bystanders, just barely touching them. Unlucky for others, some of the poop flew to them. One of these was Leslie. "Eww! Keep it away from me!"

"Hahahaha-" Banana Joe was cut off by himself gasping, slipping on himself and dodging the ball. The ball bounced over again, this time over the school fence. Unfortunately it found a landing place on Mrs. Robinson's wig, who was with Mr. Robinson in their car. They sped by and away, clueless about their new stowaway. Mrs Robinson grumbly muttered something under her breath, as what she always did.

"Well I wasn't the one who forgot to buy the soap!" Retorted her husband who was just as equally grumpy.

Back at the schoolyard, the kids were snickering. A sentient limbless teapot named Ronald sighed. "I'm so grateful that I'm a teapot and not a ball or anything"

"I guess its best that we scoop up the dirt before we play a match. Now there goes our second basketball…" Replied his watermelon friend, Walter

Tobias beamed at this, and pulled on a smug face. "Not to worry dudes because I brought a spare!" Tobias raised what he was clutching behind his back. It was a brand new basketball, so recently bought it shone like a crystal.

Then the basketball came to life. "Yeah-no, I'm too young to be in danger of getting filthy so I'm not playing with you guys." With that the basketball hopped over the fence, this time hitching a ride with a truck.

"Bk bk bk psh bk bk bk bk pshh!" Juke the beatbox guy complained. Matt shrugged. "Oh well."

Ronald, Walter and Lewis parted ways with the other kids. Joining them was none other than Matt, unamused and in hot water. "Literally, I might just have to soak myself in boiling water to get the stains and smell off of my beautiful fur!"

"You don't have fur, not unlike me!" Lewis the liger flipped his head and swiveled his body, his fur flowing esthetically like waves in the ocean. His fur let out some magical sparkles.

"…right, I call it that." The doormat said as he shooed away the sparkles. "Because I just wish I had smooth and comfy fur instead of some rough and tangly skin." As he said the word "tangly", his arms got tangled into his rough skin and became stuck. Matt struggled at his arms until they were free.

"Well it's not that hard. All it takes to have a coat such as mine is to shampoo thoroughly two times a day."

"You mean shampoo and soap yourself since you're cleaning your whole body and not just your head." Matt probed.

"…Mhmm, whatever you say. Oh yeah…by the way, where is Sticky?"

At this thought everyone grew silent. Then suddenly a loud scream. Turning around to the source, they found a recovering Teri (who had fainted at the sign of the filthy basketball) along with a handful of friends helping her up. "Ewww!"

The hypochondriac paper girld had some of the dirt on her feet. They were just small marks, marks as large as half the head of a pin. Regardless, she didn't care. "I'll need to go to the infirmary! It'll take forever to disinfect my feet!"

As Teri and some other girls went to the infirmary with her, the guys followed them in their gaze. Eventually they found Sticky, their 2-dimensional stickman friend standing there in their sights.

"Okay…there's Sticky! Hey Sticky!" Lewis called over to the stickman. He did not budge. "Is he deaf or broken or something?"

"Probably 'wandering' off again. You know Sticky…and his thoughts." The mat shuddered a bit. He remembered a time that the stickman's thoughts had bordered with twisted ones. Sticky may not be strong or very sociable, but he was a big thinker.

"Hello! STIcky DOMinic PLANEsfield!" Lewis called again. Still no response. After waiting awhile for some possible movement, Walter grabbed a chocolate bar and consumed the remaining chocolate. Then he crumpled the wrapper, and handed it to Lewis. "Here, try this."

"What? Taste the wrapper?"

"I meant throw it at him."

Lewis grabbed the crumpled wrapper. Than like a baseball pitcher, he threw it at the stickman. The wrapper bounced off, flinging back into Lewis' direction and landing back to his hand as if he never threw it. Sticky had not budged. "Alright, you asked for this…"

Lewis the liger turned an imaginary cap backwards on his head, then took a look at the stickman. He closed his eyes and suddenly the background became flashing colors. He opened his eyes again as he threw the ball.

"Stickachu, I choose you!"

The ball opened and let fort a stream of light, the light materializing into a 2-dimensional black-and-white Pikachu.

"Use agility then lightning ball!"

The 2D rodent did as commanded. "Sticka! Sticka! Sticka! Sticka! Stickachuuuuu!"

With all his strength, the Stickachu sent a lightning ball towards the stickman. The ball went so fast it distorted all forces against it. Everything went normal as the wrapper fell off the stickman once again. This time it was rolling away from the liger. Stickachu disappeared and the flashing colorful background reverted to normal.

"What were you doing?" Walter asked his slightly weird friend.

Lewis was abruptly snapped out of his imagination. He closed his eyes with a fist raised in the air as streams of tears came forth from his eyes. Lewis whispered to himself. "That looked so much better in my mind..."

Ronald clinked. "Lets just go to him"

The four approached the seemingly unmovable stickman. Since he was 2D flat, it was like approaching a flat metal plate, or a very sturdy memorial plaque in the middle of a park. Ronald the teapot hopped in front of the stickman. He seemed taken a back by what he saw. "Sticky?"

The four checked his face. It looked as if the stickman was struck, and entranced at the same time by something. His expression was one of alarm, and oddly of being pleased by something.

"Probably got scared." Lewis concluded.

"Of what, the filth?" The teapot asked heroically. "Sticky isn't much of a germaphobe. He looks kinda happy though."

"Perhaps he got nervous or overexcited?" Walter suggested.

"Not likely."

Lewis poked the stickman's eye. It did not move. "Hmm…"

Then suddenly he chuckled and took out a pen. As Walter was pacing wondering about the predicament of their stick friend, Matt looked back on the stickman's face and also started to chuckle. Lewis replaced the pen he had and chuckled with Matt. When Walter looked back at his friend's face, his look was one of disapproval. "What the…guys!"

Sticky now had a monocle, a mustache and what seemed to be a nose ring and necklace of some sort drawn on his flat face. The others, including Ronald kept chuckling and eventually started laughing, making a tremendous effort to contain their amusement.

"Come on! Lets take him to the infirmary to see whats wrong with him." Walter said.

It was still recess time. All was still in the school hallway when suddenly a locker burst forth, revealing Darwin in his shining glory.

The legged fish's cat brother hissed at him from another locker. "Dude! Get back inside!"

Darwin rolled out of the locker as a compact cube, eventually popping back to his normal self. "Sorry, but it's too cramped I could feel my tail touching my eyes!"

"Just hide man. If he thinks we're gone, then maybe he'll show up anytime now."

At the infirmary, the five had indeed went. But Sticky being unresponsive as he had been had to be carried. It was like carrying paper and flat sticks (for his limbs). Matt had the 2D man over his back, holding the stickman's arms over his head (since he technically had no shoulders). As they entered, they unexpectedly waltzed into a heated argument.

"…you for the last time that there is nothing wrong with you. Its just a little dirt, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it!" The School Nurse roared.

A rather soft but firm matter-of-factly voice responded. "Well, I'll have you know that in every square inch, even every millimeter of soil and dirt there is bacteria! And maybe even some other harmful pathogens unknown to the books of medical science!"

"I told you to just clean it off."

"Not until I have been examined!"

"Uh excuse us but we have a case over here." Lewis awkwardly butted in.

The bandaid nurse, and Teri had stopped to take a look at the liger. The abrupt end of the fight brought with their stares heated gazes, gazes which made Lewis a bit uneasy and almost dizzy. Lewis went on to gesture towards Matt, who in response dumped the unresponsive stickman on the floor unceremoniously, landing with a not-so-soft thud. The stickman continued to stare straight.

"Pretty self-explanatory here"

The nurse waved a hand over Sticky's eyes. No response.

"Ugh." Teri cringed, "What happened to him?"

"Thats why we came here." The liger said.

Suddenly seemingly in response to Teri's voice, Sticky snapped out of whatever trance he had been. He took one long look at Teri and then fainted.

Teri once again started to clamor. "All the more I have to be examined! For one, I could get sick and end up like that!"

The paper bear gestured to the pile of unconscious 2D stickman.

The bandaid nurse sighed. "His case is probably unrelated and for the billionth time, you are IN GOOD HEALTH! If you're so worried, I'd suggest you just go straight to the hospital and argue with the doctors there!"

"Very well!" With nothing else but a sigh of her own, Teri complied and left.

And that's it for now! Please tell me what you think so far in the reviews. Advice for writing is always welcome. This is Something logging off.