The Cleaning Convention chapter 3
I don't own any of the characters from Full House.
Danny was on the perfectly bad-waxed floor, with a perfectly bad bumped head. He was screamed out in pain, and in anger too. His house wasn't a house- the house was really dirty and needed a fresh mopping. "Steph? Deej? Michelle? Becky? Jesse? Joey? Nicky, Alex, Kimmy, anybody?" he yelled. No response. The house was silent. The house was dirty!
There was a knocking on the door. Maybe it was Kimmy! No, don't think that, he thought, she's so annoying! Could it be the police? The fire department? The people who hand out a million bucks? Could it be anyone, like the maid service?
No. The knocking stopped. No one was there except him and his cleaning supplies, on a dirty half way waxed floor. Could I be having a dream? He thought for a minute. No, my cleaning supplies aren't talking, but where is everyone? Is this another one of Joey lame April Fools Jokes that aren't in April?
I'm alone, in my own domain, in my own house! Danny thought. Why is it so dirty? Did someone murder my house? I want to know! ANYONE!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!!! It remained silent. No life lived in this house except Danny.
Danny remained still. Is Comet here? Is my backyard here? Is my car here? He thought. He tip toed to the door, stumbling. He looked out the window, mostly covered with dust.
He tried to open the door. He pulled, pushed, and pulled pushed. Nothing he was locked in for some reason and he wanted to know why and he wanted to get out of there! He went to the phone, tripping over his own self. He went to grab the phone and the phone just disappeared.
He was clueless and had nothing to do, so he went upstairs. Every room except his was empty. All was deserted except his room. He was tired, so he lay down in his bed. It was like a cat's hairball, freshly spit out.
I don't own any of the characters from Full House.
Danny was on the perfectly bad-waxed floor, with a perfectly bad bumped head. He was screamed out in pain, and in anger too. His house wasn't a house- the house was really dirty and needed a fresh mopping. "Steph? Deej? Michelle? Becky? Jesse? Joey? Nicky, Alex, Kimmy, anybody?" he yelled. No response. The house was silent. The house was dirty!
There was a knocking on the door. Maybe it was Kimmy! No, don't think that, he thought, she's so annoying! Could it be the police? The fire department? The people who hand out a million bucks? Could it be anyone, like the maid service?
No. The knocking stopped. No one was there except him and his cleaning supplies, on a dirty half way waxed floor. Could I be having a dream? He thought for a minute. No, my cleaning supplies aren't talking, but where is everyone? Is this another one of Joey lame April Fools Jokes that aren't in April?
I'm alone, in my own domain, in my own house! Danny thought. Why is it so dirty? Did someone murder my house? I want to know! ANYONE!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!!! It remained silent. No life lived in this house except Danny.
Danny remained still. Is Comet here? Is my backyard here? Is my car here? He thought. He tip toed to the door, stumbling. He looked out the window, mostly covered with dust.
He tried to open the door. He pulled, pushed, and pulled pushed. Nothing he was locked in for some reason and he wanted to know why and he wanted to get out of there! He went to the phone, tripping over his own self. He went to grab the phone and the phone just disappeared.
He was clueless and had nothing to do, so he went upstairs. Every room except his was empty. All was deserted except his room. He was tired, so he lay down in his bed. It was like a cat's hairball, freshly spit out.