An Apple A Day Keeps The Doctor Away, I Think
Don Patch was sat watching TV. It was his favorite show. Cooking with Rice. The show was all about how to make rice into all different styles.
"I wish I had some rice instead of this crummy apple," Don Patch said. "Oh great! There's a bit of dirt on this part. I can't eat that part! I'll just pick this little bit out. Now, where to hide it, where to hide it. Oh! I know! I'll just put it in this inhaler then walk away whistling so nobody knows I did it."
Later on in the day, Gasser was out in the garden training. Beauty was sat under a tree, watching him dreamily as he trained. Then Gasser reached for something in his pocket. He pulled out an inhaler. Since when did Gasser need an inhaler.
But then, Gasser suddenly dropped onto his hands and knees. Beauty quickly rushed over to him. He had his eyes tightly squeezed shut. His hand was over his mouth and it looked as though he couldn't breathe.
"Don't worry, Gas-can" Beauty said as she slung his arm over her shoulder and helped him inside. She laid him down on the sofa. "Bobobo! Call a doctor now! Gas-can needs help!"
"Alright I'm on it," Bobobo said, picking up a banana.
"That's not a phone!"
Beauty looked at Gasser who was still struggling to breathe. Usually using an inhaler is suppose to prevent this, not make it happen.
"Beau-ty," Gasser managed to choke.
"What is it Gas-can?" asked Beauty.
"Something...stuck in...windpipe."
Beauty knew exactly what to do. She sat Gasser up and with a good hard whack on his back, he coughed something up and he could breathe easy again.
"Is this an apple piece?" said Beauty, curiously.
"What! I'm allergic to apples!" cried Gasser, sitting up. Beauty noticed that Gasser was shivering. This must've been caused by his allergy. Beauty smiled slightly then wrapped her arms around him. "B-Beauty? What are you doing?"
"You look cold. So I'm gonna warm you up."
Gasser smiled and hugged Beauty back.