IB:Here it is, Chapter Two, I wrote this for about two hours or so at late night, then added and took out. So here it is for your enjoyment.

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Disclaimer:Pinky and the Brain belong to Steven Spielberg.

Chapter 2

We join our two mice friends back on the lowly streets of Hollywood Boulevard.

The chubby one was sitting down on the pavement,

staring at himself in the puddle.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen." He muttered, hands on face, legs slowling rocking back and forth.

Now, wait, he was never Mighty Mouse.

Pinky was sitting across from his gloomy chum, licking a chumsticle.

Poor Brain, so down in the dumps.

I should do something too cheer him up.

He took out a list, it was long, crinkly and worn out.

Rubbing his chin his blue eyes scanned the list of what he called fun things for him and Brain to do.

Of course, Brain's idea of fun was..taking over the world!

"Poision bees? No. Visiting Romey? No. Seeing Snowball, he's fun, oh but wait, Brain hates' Snowball.

Seeing parents? No. Going to Las Vegas. He said never again. Getting high.......on life? No.

No. Golfing? Hockey? No. Basketball? No..Ice cream? Yes!" He snaped his fingers and thought,

everyone loves ice cream!

"You scream I scream we all scream for,

narf! he sang and laughed joyfully

"Hey, Brain." The happy mouse tapped Mr. Grumpy on the shoulders.

Oh, joy, what could he possible want? Can't he see that I'm moping?

Glaring at Pinky, I hoped he would go away, I was no in the mood for his randomness today,

but his smile, so big, his eyes so wide, er...it was getting too me.

"Yes, Pinky?"

My chum leaned over me, I was starting to feel, that my space was violated.

"Narf."

There's that word again, narf..Whatever does that mean? North American...

Pinky clasped his hands together and sang,

"I know what will make you feel better!"

"A Shakespeare film?"

"No, silly! Ice cream!"

"What??"

Pinky grabbed the chubby rats arms.

"I'm a mouse." he pointed out. "Ahhh!" Pinky ran off, dragging the Brain with him.

The mice braved traffic, peoples feet, and a row of elephants, before reaching the Ice Cream Shoppe.

Brain crawled up the stool, sat down and wiped sweat off his forehead. Panting he sighed, and laid his head down on the table.

Pinky's trying too kill me.

Pinky smiled at his friend, patting his back, "Don't worry I'll make you all better, promise."

"Two bowls of Moo Moo Choco please." Pinky ordered holding up two fingers.

The waiter, named Charile with the red hair, said,

"You got it little dude." he walked off.

He came back with two bowls that consisted of three scoops of choco ice cream.

"That will be $6.95, dudes."

Brain looked up at the man, not really acknowledging him, he was of no importance to him or whatever his new plans would be.

Pinky was searching his fur pockets for money, muttering, he faced his grumpy pal.

"Brain, do you mind I spent my last dollar on a cheese cube." Playing with what looks like a Rubik cube made of cheese.

Brain grumbled and took money out of nowhere, he handed it too Charlie

"What no tip?"

Glares at Brain.

"Why would I tip you? This isn't a restaurant. It's lowlier than Denny's on a good night."

Charlie said nothing, except mumbled,

"Glad I spat in your ice cream."

"Hm?"

Brain looked up, to Charlies retreating form, then sighing, he stared at the bowl, that was bigger than his rat sized head.

"Okay, one more comment like that and you're fired."

Then where will you be?

"On vacation, far away from everyone,especially authors who want me too meet their Marysues..

But, Brain, everyone loves Sues.

"Well, I don't."

But, sues are the spice to life, anyway, you're gonna meet one.

Silence filled the air.

"Is it an emo sue?"

Well...

"A happy one? I don't want another, Pinky."

Hey! Pinky's an orignial.

"Yes, but originally what?"

Uh, a mouse?

"Hm, yes."

Brain rubbed his chin and watched his friend slurp ice cream with a straw.

"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"

Pinky rubbed his chin in thought.

"I think so Brain, but bunnies wouldn't make very good gold marketers would they?"

"No, they wouldn't. If the no talented author writing this hack, does bring in a sue, or..

Makes hand signals.

"Oc.."

"Then we can use him or her to help us take over the world!"

"Oh, Brain, that's a great plan! Zort! Oh, wait what is the plan, Brain?"

"I have no idea." Brain sighed, holding his head.

"Oh..And now a word from our reviewers."

Sorry to end it there,but it was going on forever.

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