AN: ILuvMyFangPlushie here.

Thank you Firefly264 for following and favoriting my story.

Thank you, Glitters for reviewing.

So, so, so sorry for not updating, I've really busy lately.

Also, I have a lot of ideas but sometimes I am still trying to decide how I want to twist the original story.

Some ideas for stories would also be really nice. Send in your requests and ideas, please.

Fang's story is in italics and the story story is going to be in normal print.

Enjoy the story.

THREE LITTLE SKUNKS

The five year old boy waits in his bed.

He's ready for his story. All nice and cuddled up.

Fang walks in a bit later.

"Hey buddy, ready for a story?" Fang asks.

"Uh huh," Gazzy says hugging Mister Oinkers.

Earlier in the week Fang had gotten a simple, wooden chair and put it into Gazzy's room.

He put it in the corner of the little closet.

Fang walks up to the closet and takes out the chair.

He takes it and puts it near the bed.

Fang sits down. "What story do you want to hear today?"

The Gasman shrugs.

"Alright, let's see...,"

Once upon a time, deep inside the forest there lived three little skunks. These little skunks had just separated from their mother.

They were brothers, but these brother skunks did not get along. They always fought and screeched at each other.

These little skunks, for some reason, were born without proper working stink glans.

"What are stink glans?" Gazzy asks.

"The thing inside of them that makes them stinky," Fang says.

"Are they always stinky? Bet I'm stinkier," Gazzy cries.

"No, they only spray when they're scared. Sure about that? Skunks are a lot stinkier then you," Fang says.

"Oh. Nope, I am stinkier," Gazzy says.

"Nope, I don't thii..." Fang says then starts coughing and runs to the door, away from the toxic Gasman gas.

Gazzy lets one lose.

"Okay, I get it. You are stinkier," Fang says between choked coughs.

Gazzy beams. "Told ya." Gazzy cackles.

The smell is starting to leave the room as Fang opens the window.

"Oh...Kay," Fang says. "Let's get on with story then shall we?"

"Okay," Gazzy says.

"So as I was saying...,"

The little skunks didn't have very good stink glans. The glans were there but they sprayed unconsistantly ,in short uneven bursts, that only went about a foot away. Must be a mutation.

"Like us?" Gazzy asks.

"Yeah, but their's happened naturally," Fang says.

"Oh, okay," Gazzy says.

Since they were no longer with their mother, they had to now live on their own. The skunks didn't like each other much. There is no way they'd like living together in the same place.

The little skunks went their separate ways. They each went on a search for a new home.

The littlest of the skunks found a pile of leaves.

He decided to make a house out of leaves and sap.

The second little skunk found a pile of broken branches.

He decided to make a house out of twigs, branches, and bark.

The oldest of the little skunks found a pile of mud.

He decided to make a house out of mud and dirt.

Far inside the forest a fox hears the story of these little skunks.

Without working stink glans, these skunks would not be able to defend themselves, if say, a hungry fox came their ways.

And the fox is hungry, very hungry. Hungery for some defenseless skunks.

He makes his way to the first little skunk's house.

The one made of leaves and sap.

The fox knocks on the house door.

"Little skunk, little skunk, let me come in," says the fox.

"Not by the fur on my fuzzy, furry tail," says the little skunk.

"Then I'll push and I'll shove and I'll heave your house down," the fox says.

The fox pushes at the leaf house. The house collapses.

The little skunk is terrified and he runs.

He runs until he makes it to a certain house made of sticks.

"Big brother, let me in. A hungry fox is after me," the little pig cries.

The little skunk is let inside.

The fox approaches.

"Little skunks, little skunks, let me come in," the fox says.

"Not by the fur on our fuzzy, furry tails," the little skunks cry.

"Then I'll push, and I'll shove, and heave your house down," the fox says.

The fox pushes at the stick house.

The house collapses.

The terrified skunks started to run.

Off to their big brother's house.

"Big brother, please let us in, the big, bad fox is after us," cries the little skunks.

The big brother skunk lets his little brothers in.

The fox soon arrives.

"Little skunks, little skunks, let me come in," the fox says.

"Not by the fur on our fuzzy, furry tails," cries the little skunks.

"Then I'll push and I'll shove, and I'll heave your house down," the fox replies.

The fox pushes against the mud house. It's not going down. His paws just sink into the walls. He's not doing any damage. He pushes and shoves and heaves with all his might, but the muddy little house just would not go down. His paws are just getting more dirty with each try.

After an hour of pushing and shoving, he gives up and walks away,

The little skunks cheer. The younger skunks hug their older brother.

The other two skunks now have nowhere to live.

The older little skunk decides to help them build their own houses, made of mud.

They worked and worked all that day.

Soon their mud houses were done.

Three little muddy houses all lined up in a row.

The littlest skunk covered his muddy hourse with leaves.

The middle skunk covered his muddy house with twigs.

The oldest little skunk left his house alone. "It's perfect just the way it is," he says.

And the little skunks lived happily ever after.

Maybe they didn't hate each other so much after all.

The End.

"So, did ya like it?" Fang asks.

"Uh huh," Gazzy replies yawning.

"Night, Gazzy," Fang says ruffling his head.

"Night, Fang. Do you think I could get a pet skunk?" Gazzy says.

"No, I don't think Max would like that very much," Fang says.

"We could always hide him in my room," Gazzy says.

"Not gonna happen, buddy," Fang says.

"Kay, night."

"Night."

AN: Did ya like it?

If you guys didn't notice, this was based off the story of The Three Little Pigs, but with skunks.

Why skunks? Cus they are awesome, amaziing, adorable creatures that have the ablilty to produce an awful scent. Just like the Gasman. Don't cha agree?

If I could have any animal in the world as a pet, I'd have a skunk that I'd name cotton. Why a skunk? I have no idea.

I love skunks.

Hehe.

Anyways, review and send me your ideas.