This is a parody type thing with Rick S. Tim S. Horatio C. Ryan W. Calleigh D. Natalia B. Eric D. and Frank T.
I got some inspiration from Spongebob Squarepants(My brother watches it like 24/7 so i have to watch it too)
Also Inspired by Refreshingbeverage's "White Rabbit" as well ^^
I have my wierd muses and this is one of them, i hope you enjoy :D
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI Miami or the Spongebob theme or script.
Spongebob and Gary
Rick hummed to himself as he walked in his back door and into the kitchen. Biscuit, his black and white Akita woofed and tagged along at his heels. He sat a plateful of steaming steak on the counter and cut off a part of it.
"This is probably horrible for your digestive system," Rick told the drooling animal and cut the piece of steak into smaller pieces and put it into Biscuit's food bowl. He then poured some gravy over the kibble and sat it on the floor. Biscuit pounced on the food and began to eat like he hadn't eaten in days. "Take it easy," Rick laughed and began to prepare his own plate. He got nothing but a wag of the fluffy tail in response. "Fine then." Rick said and sat down on the couch with his plate balanced on the arm. He flipped on the TV and saw nothing but bad news and sappy sitcoms. Rick enjoyed his dinner of steak and mashed potatoes while Biscuit ate his treat. He licked the bowl clean, moving it around the floor as he did so. Biscuit then laid on the floor in front of Rick with his head on his paws, staring as his master ate. "Usted sólo comió (you just ate)," Rick told the dog. Biscuit whined and went outside. He was trained in Spanish, and was learning English commands. The Akita had been trained to defend drug stocks in Cuba, and had been confiscated by the ASPCA when he was brought to the US.
Rick cleaned up the kitchen and took a shower before going to bed. Biscuit jumped onto the king sized bed and turned in circles before settling down.
"I need a girlfriend… or boyfriend so I don't just share my bed with a dog," Rick mumbled to himself and crawled under the silk sheets. Biscuit sighed and looked at him as he talked. "Why am I telling you all of this? You're a dog," Rick chuckled and relaxed, falling into sleep.
Rick entered his dream driving a Lamborghini along the Miami highway. Beaches and buildings flashed by, with Rick singing along to the radio. Wind whistled through his hair and over his work clothes. Rick felt a cool metal badge on his belt and he unclipped and examined it.
"I'm lieutenant?" he said with surprise. Yelena appeared beside him and cracked him across the face.
"Not even in your dreams!" she said and disappeared again. The badge flew out of his hand and behind him onto the street. Rick yelled and lost control of the Lamborghini. It hit a cement barrier and Rick flew into the air over the ocean. "I hate dreams," Rick mumbled before hitting the water and falling out of his dream cloud. He fell through air and onto his bed. "Ouch!" Rick yelled and sat up on the thick comforter. He looked up and saw himself sleeping peacefully. "Weird," Rick murmured and tried to jump back into his white fluffy dream cloud. Then he noticed Biscuit, who was massive compared to him snoring peacefully with a cloud above his long ears.
Rick shrugged and jumped up to the large cloud above his dog. He landed on his rear end in a library, with book shelves extending endlessly above his head. Rick stood up and began browsing the titles. A tall man wearing a purple robe with a tall collar that blocked his head was at the end of the row with his back to Rick.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?" Rick asked. The man turned around and he wasn't a man at all. Biscuit's fluffy head sat on broad shoulders and his paws were holding a large purple volume.
"Rick?" Biscuit asked.
"Biscuit?" Rick said in confusion.
"¿Cómo desafío usted invade la santidad de mis sueños?(How dare you invade the sanctity of my dreams?) Biscuit exclaimed.
"You can talk?" Rick asked. He was pretty fluent in Spanish, having taken 4 years in highschool and 4 years in college.
"En sueños, uno no es atado por limitaciones terrenales.( In dreams, one is not tethered by earthly limitations.)
"Que?" Rick asked, not completely understanding the quick speaker. Biscuit sighed.
"Venir. Una eternidad, han pensado de sueños como ventanas a otro reino. 'Déjeme no estropear aquel sueño perfecto por una mancha de auroral, pero tan ajuste mi noche diaria que esto puede venir otra vez.' Emily Dickinson escribió esto."( Come. For ages, dreams have been thought of as windows to another realm. "Let me not mar that perfect dream by an auroral stain, but so adjust my daily night that it may come again." Emily Dickinson wrote that.)
"I think I understand," Rick said uncertainly. "You sure are smart."
"¿Pensó usted que mi cabeza era llena del aire caliente?( did you think my head was full of hot air?)
"Now you are mocking me. I'm going back to my own dream," Rick scoffed and walked back down the hall.
"¡Precávase de su ojo errante, usted poriferan poco!( Beware of your wandering eye, you little poriferan!) Biscuit called as he left.
It's... different but i figured i should post it XD