A/N- I'm sorry it took so long lieutenant spark. I'm updating EVERYTHINGthis week. YAY for Spring Break!
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
"Uggggh," Pop groaned loudly, "I feel like crap." Snap glared at him. Crackle sighed, knowing what was surely coming next.
"Hmm, I wonder why? Maybe it was the dozen or so bottles of alcohol you've consumed in the last hour!" Snap shouted. Pop downed his half-full cup and turned to face his brother.
"What about you? It's cause of you we lost our jobs!" he said groggily. Then he barfed all over the cheap linoleum. Crackle and Snap leaned away from him, disgusted. Hector (formerly known as Crackle) sighed…again before checking out his surroundings. They had landed themselves in a run-down bar that looked like it belonged in downtown L.A.
He glared at his brothers. They had resumed their bickering, drawing the attention of the rest of the low lives in the room to them. It was their stupid fighting that had gotten them into this mess in the first place.
Earlier that day they had been shooting a commercial and Rick aka Snap and Vince aka Pop had gotten into another one of their famous arguments. Hector had tried to stop them but they just kept on going. Soon enough it turned into an all out brawl. The whole station was trashed and the producer was (to put it lightly) furious. He yelled at them in four different languages. All they managed to make out of his rant was "Fired!" Then lots of stuff about how animated characters don't crash studios.
Now, here they were. In a bar drowning their sorrows with alcohol. Hector, being the responsible one, hadn't had a lick of anything, but he was about to leave his idiotic brothers here if they didn't get their act together. He looked back at them. Now Vince was passed out at the bar, a dozen or so shot glasses in front of him. He had to look around a bit, but eventually he found Rick flirting with an old hag by the corner booth.
After an uneventful hour he began to grow bored. What was he doing here? It's not like he was the one crashed on the bar or anything.
CRASH!
He turned toward the noise. A very expensive looking pot was now scattered across the floor in pieces. Both of his brothers were (once again) fighting. Both rolled over the pieces of glass, leaving traces of blood behind. The owner yelled in anger and then disappeared into the back of the restaurant. He went practically unnoticed though due to the commotion the band geek and wannabe chef were causing. They were throwing punches faster than they were obscenities. And that was saying something. All he could hear from them was, "F*** this" and "To h*** with that". You'd think they were sailors with how dirty their mouths were…
Hector could hear sirens in the distance and blithely wondered where they were headed. As the minutes passed (the two idiots were still throwing drunk punches while lazily rolling about the floor) the far-off sirens got louder and louder until he was sure that they had to be coming this way. Being the smarty pants he was Hector figured that they were coming to arrest his brothers for being an overall nuisance to the dropouts of society. He shrugged, better them than him.
Soon after, lots of men in black suits barged in and flashed their shiny silver badges.
"This is the FBI! We're here to-"I cut him off. Nobody cared what he had to say anyway.
"Yeah, okay. Anyway idiot number one and two are over there. I'll be by your place tomorrow morning to pick them up. That sound good to you?" He just stood there quietly gawking at me. Eventually he unfroze and ordered his men to arrest my idiot brothers. Before he left, the husky man glanced back at me. He seemed hurt. What? He'd never had someone interrupt him before? He really needed to get out more.
After all the police cars had cleared out I set some cash on the bar, careful to avoid the drool left by Vince, and exited the small edifice. The cool air was refreshing after being in the stuffy room for so long. He got in their small car and began to drive towards their equally small apartment. After a while his thoughts began to drift off. Idly he thought, I wonder how Rick and Vince are doing right about now.
~~ Back at the jail cell~~
"Hey don't push!" Rick said as he was forced into a dark, cramped cell. He fell to the floor along with his brother and bit back the string of profanities he'd been holding in.
As he looked around he spotted something white in the corner. They were rather tall, but skinny at the same time. The figure was all white and kind of reminded him of a rabbit. His suspicions were confirmed when they stepped out of the shadows. It was definitely some kind of overgrown rabbit. He opened his mouth to speak but the rabbit-thing beat him to it.
"What you in for?"
