Disclaimer : All your base are belong to us.
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The next day was exactly like the day before, except it wasn't the day before.
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"I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready!" Charlie cried as he ran through the jungle and tripped on some air.
Just then, everything changed.
"Hey dude," The guy who says 'Dude' said.
"Oh hey," Charlie said, "What's going on?"
"Uh…nooooooooooothing…….."
"Oh. Nothing." Charlie affirmed.
"Yeeeeah. Can I leave now?"
"I have a question. I have to babysit the baby again today. Do you know any stories about…say…food?"
"No! In fact, I don't know anything about food!"
"I don't want to argue, but-"
"Dude!"
"What are you acting so weird about?"
"Uh…I have something to do."
"Okay, what's the big secret?"
"Nothing!" Hurley said.
"What's your secret?"
"Nothing!"
"What's your secret?"
"Nothing!"
"Come on, I know there's something. Just admit that."
"Fine. Okay, man. There is something."
"What is it?"
"I'm not telling."
"What is it?"
"Not telling!"
"What is it?"
"Not telling!"
"Why not? I just want to know what your secret is. It's no secret that the best thing about a secret is secretly telling your secret to a friend, thus adding to their collection of secrets. I've got plenty of secrets myself."
"Like what?"
"Well…did you know that I'm in Driveshaft?"
"No way!" Hurley said in amazement, even though everybody already knew about Charlie's bass-player-ity.
"And secretly…" Charlie shifted his eyes and then said in Hurley's ear, "I have an accent."
Hurley's eyes widened. "I'll never look at you the same way again!"
"Any more?"
"Well…I sleep in my shoes, I like peanut butter, I can play five instruments, I'm wearing three pairs of underwear, and I don't like getting punched in the face."
Hurley just took all of that in.
"So do you want to tell me your secret now?" Charlie asked eagerly.
"Of course not." Hurley said simply, obviously not knowing where the conversation had been going.
Charlie's jaw dropped as he turned bug-eyed. "But…bduh…I told you about my accent!"
"I'm sorry, Charlie, but the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma." Hurley said, currently imagining Michael throwing rocks at ducks.
"Fine." Charlie said, giving up, and Hurley began to walk away, "Wait, what about the story? What do I tell story? I can't think of anything to tell Aaron about."
"Hey man, when in doubt, make it up as you go along."
"Hmm." Charlie said as he ran off, "I'll be sure to try that."
"So one time, there was this puppy, right? It was the runt of the litter. His name was Fido. Now this puppy, Fido, was really good at moonwalking." Said Charlie. He was taking Hurley's advice as he told Aaron the story, "He was really good, but his family always made fun of him, because he was so small. They told him that he wasn't so good, but he knew in his heart that he was good. 'You'll see!' He said. So he went out to the moonwalking competition. He did really good until he got to the last competitor, who he was against. They were racing up Mount Everest moonwalking, and Fido was losing. But he said to himself 'I think I can', and he managed to beat the other guy."
"What's the moral of the story?" Charlie asked for Aaron in his high-pitched voice.
"You have to believe in yourself."
"Oh, please. Every kid in the world knows to believe in their self by now. The moral is only inserted in like every kid's movie in the world."
"Okay, I got one. The moral to this story is that moonwalking will earn you respect. Anybody who can't moonwalk is a pathetic loser."
"That's a good one."
A/n : I can't moonwalk.