by Mandy
Notes: Seeing my Beast figure and my dead furby sitting by my computer gave me this idea. This is a very very short lil fic that I don't really consider a fic. It's just a silly little fragment that I wrote when I was bored. Enjoy!
Henry McCoy was greeted to his lab by a "doo doo noise". There was a white furby with black spots moving back and forth to it's own ballad.
"What is this strange creature which sits upon my desk? Never have I encountered such a thing." Hank turned the lil furry critter upside down which made it cry. Surprised by this outburst, he promptly returned it to an upright position. He decided to take a look inside of it's mouth. He pressed his finger on the furby's tongue to get a better look. The furby responded with a "yuuumm."
Hank removed his finger, thinking that the furby was going to bite it.
"You almost parted me with one of my digits!" He picked up the furby to see if it understood this. It purred at him.
"Oh my stars and garters..." He placed the furby back on the desk. Hank decided to find some information on the internet that could possible identify this mysterious, strange creature. Of course the furby just could not keep quiet the whole time.
"Hmmm..Furby autopsy?"
An hour later
"Yo blue, what's up? Hey! There's where my furby went! Why's it in the trash?" Hank looked up from his work and looked at Bobby innocently.
"This annoying creature was yours?"
"Well..yeah. I came down here earlier looking for you. I must've left it here. Isn't it cute?" Hank gave Bobby a look that told him that he was insane.
"Hey Hank, how come it's all taken apart?"
"Well, frankly Bobby I grew rather tired of listening to this thing mindlessly babble incoherently at me. While perusing the world wide web, I stumbled across a furby autopsy page. It looked intriguing enough so I decided to replicate the experiment. I have to say that I was very pleased with the results. I haven't heard a peep from the little fur ball since."
Bobby shook his head and smiled.
"Blue, you just didn't like it because you two have so much in common."
"What do you mean by that statement?"
"Well you're both fuzzy, talk waaaay too much, love twinkies, and nobody can understand a word." Hank gave Bobby a look that told him that Hank was planning on killing him.
"Well it doesn't like to hang upside down." Hank mumbled to himself. Then he grinned evilly at Bobby.
"Well that may be so but your constant urge for a death wish is something you and that furby wish you never had in common. I've already been guilty of murder once today so I must be on a roll ." Bobby ran out of the lab and yelled back at Hank: "Oh yeah, well you gotta catch me first, fur ball or should I call you 'furby'!!"
The End
See, I told ya it was short. ;)