Kids AGAIN? Ch.2: Just a Normal Day…
WAZZUP? Here's Ch.2 of Kids AGAIN?
I know that for some strange reason Ch. 1 had some serious errors, even though those errors were edited out by me. I guess my Word isn't working right…but I'll revise it and put it up again later.
Thanks for all the great reviews everybody!
Disclaimer: I own Charge the Cat, Freya the Hedgehog 23 owns Freya. Deryck Whibley owns himself, same with Billy Joe Armstrong. I don't own Fender or the Stratocaster brand, and I don't own Sum 41 or Man in the Mirror. I wish I did own Sum 41 though…
Charge woke up and stretched.
"Hey sleepyhead. You good?"
The cat immediately turned around to where Freya was standing. "How did you get in here?"
"I never left. Turns out your doors lock the moment it turns midnight. I tried to get out, but, well, my fur got burnt by the electric barriers."
Charge nodded, seeing the dark brown singes on the hedgehog's arms and face. "Yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, you ready for another chapter?"
"Sure. Just remember the Master Cantaloupe and Shadow on the fridge. Solar the Cat was kind enough to point that out in the reviews. Oh, and you HAVE to have Sonic's bath sequence"
"Uh-huh." was all that Charge said as he typed.
Freya sighed, walked over to Charge's virtual concert room, typed on a few keys, and then walked in.
While Charge was typing, he could've sworn he heard someone sing 'Man in the mirror', but with a female voice.
"Meh." he said, cranking up some Sum 41.
-X-
Charge groaned as he slowly sat up on his couch, blankets spilling off the piece of furniture to the hardwood floor below.
Bleary-eyed, fur a mess, he looked around to see the kids sprawled around in various poses as they slept in his living room.
Groggily, he remembered that he had offered Freya the use of the bedroom the night before, which she had graciously accepted, and he ended up sleeping on the couch as he was getting his guest bedrooms renovated.
He was jolted out of his memories by the smell of waffles cooking. He began following the scent to the kitchen, stumbling and cursing in a sleepy stupor until he made his entrance into the kitchen by tripping over his shoelace and falling flat on his chest.
"I HATE Mondays!" he moaned with his eyes shut until he heard footsteps and opened his eyes to see a pair of red sneakers (trainers) in front of his face.
Groaning, he rolled over, stood up and made his way to the table where he promptly put his head on his arms and fell asleep again.
He woke up a few seconds later once Freya blew an air horn beside his ear. He also went flying straight up a few feet and turned whiter than a pile of snow in the Arctic Circle.
Once he was earthbound again, he began rubbing his smarting ear and sending Freya daggers.
"Was that really necessary?" he complained, "I think I can be woken up on a Monday without someone ruining my hearing at 8:45 a.m!"
Freya smirked knowingly, "I'm not somebody, though, am I?"
-X-
Baby Shadow slowly stirred, taking his thumb out of his mouth. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he looked around in confusion at the five other toddlers sleeping around him. Standing up, he crawled over to where the kitchen was, ducked behind the counter and peeked around to see Freya leaning against the counter, while Charge was sitting with his feet up on the table. The two teens were having a conversation on something called "Eggman". The name faintly rang a bell to young Shadow's mind, but he didn't know how or where. Maybe it was from one of the cartoons that he had stayed up with Sonic and Knuckles until 1:30 a.m.
He suddenly felt the urge to sneeze. Like any good (future) agent, he knew that any sound would be his giveaway. He stuck a finger across his nose and held his breath, but the sneeze still came, "AH-AH-AHCHOOOOOOOO!"
He suddenly ended up on top of the refrigerator, with no idea how he had got there. There was a good side though, as the sneeze went unnoticed, so now he could spy on the two sitters at a better angle. However, there was a rather big spider on top of the refrigerator, and it was advancing towards young Shads. He looked at the bug with fear, then immediately threw a small Chaos Spear at it. Luckily, the spider dodged and ran away. Shadow sighed with relief, but heard someone call his name.
"Shads? What are you doing up there?"
The midnight hedgie slowly looked down to see Freya with her hands on her hips and looking up, and Charge shaking his head. Shadow shuffled his feet a little.
"I wanna see wat ya doin'. And me no Shads! I Shadow!"
Freya sighed. "Well, that's okay, but what are you doing on the refrigerator?" He shrugged.
"Chaos Control. He's done it before." Charge stated. The purple hedgehog smiled. "Well, if he can get up there, he can get down. I'm gonna check on the others, okay?" She walked out of the room.
Charge sighed. "I REALLY hate Mondays."
-X-
Meanwhile, a few hundred miles away, everyone's least favorite ovoid-shaped madman was hard at work plotting to get his hands on the toddlerified heroes.
"Metal Sonic!" he shouted, his voiced muffled due to the fact that he on a roll board underneath some robot working on some dohicky or other.
Said robot stuck his head into the room, "Master?"
Eggman responded, still working, "Make me a toasted peanut butter, chicken, fried Mars bar, chocolate, crab, cheese, lobster, lettuce, corn, tomato, strawberry jam, octopus, banana, baloney, turkey, bacon, honey, tuna and ham sandwich, and make it snappy!"
The robot was quiet for a second before responding, "But Master, you are allergic to both peanut butter and corn…could I not substitute it for something else?"
Eggman slowly wheeled himself from underneath the robot and soon stood towering over his creation.
"When I give you an order…" Eggman began, "I EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW IT, NOT TO TURN IT INTO A GAME OF 20 QUESTIONS! NOW MOVE, OR YOU"LL BE NEXT IN THE TRASH COMPACT!"
Sufficed to say, Metal Sonic beat a very hasty retreat to the kitchen.
-X-
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I DON' WANNA!"
Charge rolled his eyes as Sonic stuck out his lower lip and turned his back on the sitter.
"Sonic…" he began slowly, "You've been out playing in mud for the past two and a half hours, you will get a bath, whether you want it or not!"
Sonic pouted, then came up with an idea, "I gonna howd my bweath undil you wet me go!"
With that, he puffed out his cheeks, turned to face Charge and crossed his arms, a triumphant smirk on his face.
Charge sighed, grabbed the nearest novel (which happened to be Pirate Latitudes by Michael Chrichton) and settled down to outwait Sonic, checking his watch periodically.
One minute later, Sonic hadn't changed at all.
Three minutes, his muzzle had started to turn green.
Five minutes, and his eyes were popping out of their sockets.
Finally, five minutes and 32 seconds later, Sonic gasped and started taking deep breaths, his lungs trying to make up for the lost time.
Charge was immediately on him, and Baby Sonic was in the tub before you could say…well, that Baby Sonic was in the tub!
Of course, the second that his feet touched the water, Sonic began screaming and attempted to shove his way out of the bathroom and out to freedom. He succeeded in getting out of the tub and soaking his sitter, but the door handle was out of his reach, and even if he could grasp it, Charge had locked it as a precaution.
Therefore, the entire neighborhood of Eastern Station Square was kept up by the sound of a child screaming for seven hours straight.
When the ordeal was finally over, Sonic looked like a moist, blue, very annoyed pincushion, with his spines sticking up at various angles, while Charge was soaked and exhausted. Sonic promptly shot off to escape further bathtub horrors, while his tormenter grabbed an ice pack and lay down on the couch, clutching it to his skull.
Freya, who was holding Baby Rouge and signing a lullaby, looked up and opened her mouth to say some smart remark, but thought the better of it when her accomplice gave her a Say-A-Word-And-You'll-Be-Hanging-Off-The-Highest-Building-In-Mobius-By-Your-Fingers type of look.
-X-
Metal Sonic carefully placed one foot in front of the other as he transported the monster sandwich over to Eggman's workshop.
As he entered the workshop, the sandwich narrowly missed the top of the doorframe. As soon as the mecha came to a stop, however, the sandwich began to wobble ominously and lean forward, not unlike the whenever the madman it was created for took a step. Metal Sonic quickly stepped forward to balance out the Empire State sandwich, but it then began leaning to the right. Metal Sonic stepped to the right, it leaned to the left, he stepped to the left, and it leaned backwards. Pretty soon he was performing an elaborate Dance Dance Revolution routine just to get the sandwich to Eggman.
When he finally set the plate down however, Eggman took one look at the sandwich and promptly hat a fit, "YOU FORGOT THE BACON, YOU NO GOOD RUSTING HULK OF STEEL!"
I think we can assume that if there was a Guinness World Record for getting from your angry boss' workshop to the kitchen, Metal Sonic broke it a tenfold.
-X-
Freya jogged around the house, clipboard in hand.
"Let's see," she began, "Shads is on top of the refrigerator, check."
"I SHADOW!"
"Whatever." she crossed off his name.
"Tails is building a working F-15 model, check."
"No, id da Tornado ERXBCD, siwwy."
"Great." Cross another name off the list.
"Rouge and Amy are playing dress-up….WITH MY STUFF!" Two names crossed off and two toddlers dropping a pile of clothes on the floor.
"Knuckles has his Master Cantalo-"
"MASSA EMERAD!"
Freya stared at him for a few seconds before rolling her eyes, "Okay, the Master Emerald then…" she crossed off Knuckles.
"Hmph!" came the reply from the baby echidna sitting on said holy fruit, which in turn was sitting on a pile of old magazines.
"AAAAAAnd, Sonic is grabbing Charge's guitar."
"WHAT?" came the shout from across the house, before a green streak shot into the room, grabbed the offending hedgehog around the waist, and promptly started telling him the story why absolutely no one was allowed to touch his sacred Fender Stratocaster. All I can say is that it's long, boring, and involves Sum 41's Deryck Whibley singing The Lumberjack Song while doing the samba in Taiwan.
Once he believed he had installed a sense of how important this instrument was to him in Sonic, Charge promptly locked all of his mildly important things in the closet. How mildly important included a 17th century Dutch rapier is unknown to the author.
Freya bit back another smart remark and crossed off Sonic's name, "And that's that. Now, what's for din-"
"WAAAAHHHHHH!"
Knuckles sat wailing as he watched Shadow dice up the Master Cantaloupe with a Chaos Spear.
"ADDOW! STOP BRAKING DE MASSA EMERAD!" the echidna shrieked at the Ultimate Lifeform, before launching himself across the floor to tackle Shadow to the ground.
"HEY!" shouted Shadow, fighting back. Before long, there was a full-on brawl going between the two. Knuckles would punch Shadow, Shadow would kick Knuckles, Knuckles would bite Shadow, Shadow would headbutt Knuckles, etc. All the while, Sonic and Tails watched from the sidelines, whispering and shook hands on something.
The reason the two babysitters hadn't gotten around to breaking it up was because they Rouge and Amy had started to run around them with streamers, laughing. Soon, the babysitters were struggling to get their legs free while the two baby girls giggled and pointed.
Once they detangled themselves, Freya dove across the room in time to stop Shadow launching a Chaos Spear at Knuckles, while Charge grabbed Knuckles (noting that an unhappy Sonic passed 5 dollars to a smirking Tails while he did) and wrestled him to the ground with some difficulty.
After establishing relative order in the household, the two sitters promised Knuckles that they would fix the broken "Massa Emerad" with their teenage magic. They gathered up the pieces of the diced cantaloupe and headed into the kitchen, pausing to shoo out Knuckles on the grounds that it would only work if there were no kids present (which prompted Knuckles to guard the door).
Charge handed Freya a fiver, "Remember, grab a pack of Trident while your there!"
The purple hedgie shot off and returned back with a pack of Trident Spearmint and a melon.
Charge facepalmed, "That's a watermelon."
Freya looked down at the green colored fruit and sweatdropped, "Whoops! At least it was on sale."
She shot off in a blur again and this time returned with a cantaloupe, which they gave to Knuckles, expecting him to accept it, but to their shock he pushed it away.
"I'd not da Massa Emerad!" he exclaimed, pointing to a small lump on the cantaloupe, "Dat wud not on da emerad!"
He faced the two babysitters and yelled, "WHERE I'DA MASSA EMERAD!"
Charge quickly thought up an excuse, "Well, this is the Master Can-"
"EMERAD!"
"Emerald, emerald, emerald, sorry. It's the Master Emerald, but it regenerated into a new form…'cuz…uh…it needed a new way to hide itself against enemies." he finished, before adding to himself, "Yeah, that's good."
A light of understanding dawned in the baby guardian's eyes, "So it's da Massa Emerad id disgus…disgh…" his baby mouth tried to form the word, "Disguys?"
"Yeah, you could say that, sure." Freya repled, looking quickly at Charge.
The baby echidna picked up the Master Ca-Emerald, and happily disappeared to stare at his shi-err…guard the Massa Emerad.
Charge cocked an eyebrow, "Gullible?"
Freya shook her head, "Without a doubt!"
Freya stepped out of the performance room to see Charge slam his Macbook closed.
"Finished!" the cat sighed, leanong back on the chair.
"About time, too!" Freya replied, startling him.
"Wha- oh. It's just you."
"Who'd ya expect, Billy Joe Armstrong?"
"No, but that reminds me…" Charg dove for his computer again.
AAAAAnd, I'm done! Check my profile to see what poll Charge was working on, and we'll see you next time!
Oh, BTW, starting in Ch. 3, each OC will be doing a cameo appearance for a chapter.
