A Good, And Funny, Gift Idea For Scott
A little over a week until Christmas to go, and Morph still was fresh out of any gift ideas, but at least he was in the mood. Oh yeah, he was in a pranking mood, as he started out the morning with the funny idea of sneaking in as a mouse. And all to try to freak out Jean so she would scream and jump up on a chair, and if he could manage to do it also, pull the chair out from under Scott. Only, that's when he found a gift idea there, for Scott.
"Oh-ohh; that smells so good, mmm, I love freshly bread."
"Take it in, Scott; I got it all from the Bakery that's just closing up a few blocks away, this is it. It's not real good they decided to pack it in, since I can't make bread to save my life. I always screw it up; I can never make it right; it always winds up like a brick when I'm done with it. I can throw it against the wall, that's how dense it is."
"Nonsense, I don't believe you, you're a wonderful cook, sweetheart. Mmm, oh I could survive on this stuff, mmm, especially if it's still hot and fresh from the oven."
"Glad you're enjoying it, sweetie," Jean smiles, with a little titter, as Scott gets a bit stuck with the peanut butter on the roof of his mouth, but was thoroughly enjoying it all!
Taking a few steps back he reverted behind the door, and pondered, and nodded, a bread maker would be perfect for Scott, and with it came a great joke-prank to go with it! Right after breakfast it was off to the mall, where Morph bought a beautiful bread maker for Scott that was on sale, last one too. This was most fortunate, considering that the mall was already starting to get a bit more crowded and getting a bit beastly as it was quickly getting towards, the big day. "Here wrap it up, I'll be right back, I still have to go pick up one more thing at the Pharmacy. How much is it going to be to wrap it," he asked as he was looking over the wrapping paper he would like.
"It's by donation; it's all going to help out the tsunami victims. Some of our local missionaries are already out there helping them out. We're sending out all of the money and other donations we collect to them, to help them to build new houses there."
"Oh, in that case, yeah, here are two fins, anything for charity, or something like that. I'm an avid Church go-er, and I just love to help people out too, and that's one great cause. This one; that looks like it should cover it all up nicely," picking out a very nice purple shiny wrapping paper.
"Oh thank you so much, what a sweetie you are. So just pick a bow out, and if you would like; a ribbon to go with it, pick from the colors there, oh and a tag."
"Yeah, double tie it, my friend, Scott, he's a bit on the big kid side, sometimes at Christmas, I don't want him to peek, or it will ruin the joke prank to go with it."
"Prank, oh, so this isn't a bread maker, just a box with something else in it?"
"Oh, it's a bread maker. I just need to get something for him if he eats too much bread; I overheard him say he could survive on it. I'm just thinking if he overdoes it and eats too much of it, he might be in trouble."
"Oh, so you're getting him some antacid, as a funny little joke to go with it?"
"No," snickering, he whispered it, and started to laugh.
"Oh, that is so not right, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, but I get it! That's pretty clever, so that's a gag present?"
"Yeah, for after he opens up that, so if there's a small leftover scrap to wrap that up with, save it for that, I'll be right back with it." Off to the Pharmacy, he looked around, as a male pharmacist soon came over to try to help him out. "Hmm, it's probably down here, with all the other uhh, ugh, female uhh, hygiene products. Easy, steady, it's, uhh, it's all, normal," snickering, he covered his mouth, trying hard to stifle it, but it was no use, as his childish behavior, took right over, as Morph started to laugh out loud.
"Uh, can I be of any help?" Taking notice of the aisle he was in, guessed why he was here and probably what he was after purchasing, as he heard him laugh. "Are you looking for condoms?"
"What? Heck no, I'm still a, you know, a virgin," he said blushing sheepishly. "No. I'm looking for, hee, hee, hee, uhh, uhmm, umm hee, hee, hee, hee."
"Oh, I see, it's for your girlfriend, right, she made you come in here, to get them for her, right, her tampons or pads, right?"
"No I don't have one, unless I just made one with that cute wrapping girl. No, uhh, hee, hee, I'll level with you; I want the cheapest you got, because it's just a gag present, for the bread maker that I got for my friend. I'm after getting uh…" whispering it in his ear, the pharmacist gave Morph one big strange look, followed by a smile and a snicker. "In case he eats too much bread and gets one, hee, hee, hee, hee!"
Shaking his head, he just chuckled, "Ha, ha, ha, that's not how you get a…ha, ha, ha, from eating too much bread; especially for a male. Here, they're all down here. Here uh, just some topical cream should do it, if for by any, slim chance, he gets it, he can apply it on to his, well, affected area, and it should clear right up in a few days. I uhh, don't think we have male applicators for this stuff, but if you want I could check."
"No, that's just fine, I'll take it. Hee, hee, hee, hee, Slim, that's his nickname. Do you want to know mine?"
"No, not really, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyhow."
"It's, Morph." The pharmacist nodded, and walked off, while Morph took the cream to the till and paid for it. There he was met with a few, questioning looks, so Morph again had to fully explain for whom, and why, he was getting it. Then they both had a good laugh over it, as she ran it through for him.