Tweek adjusted the bowl on his head and looked at Craig. He gave the blonde a thumb up and sat down. "Ready?" he asked, tucking a loaf of bread into his pants.
"Yup." Tweek said, grabbing a pillow and holding it tightly.
"Okay, on the count of three." They dragged a mattress to the top of the stairs and sat down, dressed in cutlery and soft-food products. Tweek grabbed Craig's hand and took a deep breath.
"One." The blonde muttered.
"Two." Craig said, rocking back and forth.
"Three!" They yelled together as the door flew down.
"Craig!" Mrs. Tucker screeched as her eight year-old son and his best friend sped down her stairway. They yelled in happiness, Tweek covering his eyes as they made a sharp turn. Their yells of happiness turned into surprise as they smashed into the wall and began to tumble down the stairs.
"You okay, Tweek?" Craig asked in a dazed tone.
"I think so." The other said, sitting up and taking off the bowl which had taken on a very nasty crack. Mrs. Tucker hurried over and helped them up, worry etched onto her face.
"You two are in so much trouble!" She yelled, dragging the two boys away after making sure there wasn't any new brain damage while Craig tried to get the bread out of his pants with one arm. "How could you be so stupid?" Her son flipped her off and rolled his eyes, pulling out a loaf of "Mrs. Gold's Gold Iron Bread."
They got in the back of her Volkswagen and buckled up, ignoring her rants. "Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" Mrs. Tucker yelled/asked.
Tweek looked at Craig and Craig looked at Tweek. "It was so worth it." They chorused as Craig took out a slice of pants-bread.
"Craig! That's gross!" Tweek yelled, aghast as his best friend began to eat the bread from his pants.
"You're a towel."