(AN: So sorry again for not updating. I've been busy… I've had writer's block… and I've been spending all my online time on deviantart.com. But you may be interested in this-- http://www.deviantart.com/view/4629784/ . Philip and Amy are in there somewhere, amongst all those FOP fanchars. And I'm in there too. Don't laugh, I never said I was a good artist! Anyway… here's chapter 3!)
"Idiots," muttered Amy as she watched Philip and Buck getting into an argument over who could kick who's butt.
Her brother and father stared at her. "Why do you say we're idiots?" asked Philip.
"Takes one to know one!" cried Tuddrussel in a very childish way.
"Kicking each other's butts it completely pointless. As if either of you would get into a fight. But if you really want to see who would win, why don't you fight each other right now?" With that, Amy turned towards the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Philip.
"To unpack," said Amy simply. "Is there a spare room anywhere, Dad?"
"Over there," said Tuddrussel, pointing down a hall. Amy left and Philip followed.
Otto, who had seen the whole thing, asked, "Uh, Tuddrussel? Are you feeling okay?"
"No!" cried Tuddrussel suddenly. Otto jumped. "I don't wanna have to be responsible for my kids! That's why I didn't want legal custody of them!"
Otto blinked. "But… you do love them, don't you? I mean, they are your kids!"
"That doesn't mean anything," muttered Tuddrussel. "I just re-met them two hours ago and they're too much like their mother for me to like. Especially Amy."
Otto looked confused. "But Tuddrussel… you must've liked… her… at some point in time. I mean, you married her, didn't you?"
"Yes, but… you wouldn't understand."
A grin crept up on Otto's face. "Because you don't understand?"
"That is correct--HEY!"
***
"So, what do you think of this place?" Philip asked Amy. He had already unpacked but Amy, being a girl, had way more stuff. (Not to be sexist or anything—hey, I'm a girl! It's just the way things go!)
"Well, the robot's a good cook," admitted Amy. "He can teach me a lot, although he seems really prissy…"
"That kid seems pretty fun," said Philip with a smile. "I would whoop his butt anytime."
"And Dad's just how I remember him," sighed Amy. She pulled out a box. "What's this?"
"Oh, random stuff of mine," said Philip. "I couldn't fit it all in my bag." He opened the box and started going through it. "Paper clips, a spoon, a hairless rodent…" (AN: Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Amy rolled her eyes and continued unpacking.
***
Tuddrussel was still chasing Otto, and the chase ended in the library, where Larry was reading a book on some intellectual subject. "TUDDRUSSEL!" cried Larry, but it was different from the way he usually yelled at him. He sounded ecstatic.
"Tuddrussel, your daughter is FANTASTIC!" he cried. Both Tuddrussel and Otto stared at Larry's strange joy coming at them in leaps and bounds. "Her tastes in cuisine are exquisite! And she is so cultured! She knows all about the great artists and writers and musicians… are you sure she's your daughter?"
Tuddrussel and Otto blinked. Finally, Tuddrussel said, "Not entirely…"
"She is a lot like Sheila though," pointed out Otto.
"Don't mention that name in my presence!" cried Tuddrussel.
Amy and Philip walked in the room. "There you are," said Amy curtly. "I heard you yelling, Dad. Anyway, we need you to tell us where the nearest shopping mall is."
Tuddrussel rolled his eyes. "Why do you want to go to a shopping mall?"
Amy pointed at her old fashioned, worn out clothes. "Duh. I need new clothes."
"I'm not much of a shopper, but I must admit that I, too, could use a little help in the clothing department."
"We'll need money too," added Amy.
"And we want to go tomorrow," finished Philip.
Silence.
"We also can't drive the hovercrafts," added Philip, "so someone has to go with us…"
"You go!" cried Tuddrussel, pointing at Larry.
"I can't!" cried Larry. "I'd like too, of course, it would be such a pleasure shopping with you, Amy, but I need to clean the spacecraft tomorrow! I've been putting it off for far too long!"
Amy gave Tuddrussel one of her rare grins. "I guess that makes it a father-son-daughter moment, doesn't it?"
Tuddrussel, as his thoughts drifted towards the chaos of shopping, fainted.
(AN: Sorry it was short. My writer's block will not allow for me to write anymore. See you later… hopefully…)
"Idiots," muttered Amy as she watched Philip and Buck getting into an argument over who could kick who's butt.
Her brother and father stared at her. "Why do you say we're idiots?" asked Philip.
"Takes one to know one!" cried Tuddrussel in a very childish way.
"Kicking each other's butts it completely pointless. As if either of you would get into a fight. But if you really want to see who would win, why don't you fight each other right now?" With that, Amy turned towards the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Philip.
"To unpack," said Amy simply. "Is there a spare room anywhere, Dad?"
"Over there," said Tuddrussel, pointing down a hall. Amy left and Philip followed.
Otto, who had seen the whole thing, asked, "Uh, Tuddrussel? Are you feeling okay?"
"No!" cried Tuddrussel suddenly. Otto jumped. "I don't wanna have to be responsible for my kids! That's why I didn't want legal custody of them!"
Otto blinked. "But… you do love them, don't you? I mean, they are your kids!"
"That doesn't mean anything," muttered Tuddrussel. "I just re-met them two hours ago and they're too much like their mother for me to like. Especially Amy."
Otto looked confused. "But Tuddrussel… you must've liked… her… at some point in time. I mean, you married her, didn't you?"
"Yes, but… you wouldn't understand."
A grin crept up on Otto's face. "Because you don't understand?"
"That is correct--HEY!"
***
"So, what do you think of this place?" Philip asked Amy. He had already unpacked but Amy, being a girl, had way more stuff. (Not to be sexist or anything—hey, I'm a girl! It's just the way things go!)
"Well, the robot's a good cook," admitted Amy. "He can teach me a lot, although he seems really prissy…"
"That kid seems pretty fun," said Philip with a smile. "I would whoop his butt anytime."
"And Dad's just how I remember him," sighed Amy. She pulled out a box. "What's this?"
"Oh, random stuff of mine," said Philip. "I couldn't fit it all in my bag." He opened the box and started going through it. "Paper clips, a spoon, a hairless rodent…" (AN: Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Amy rolled her eyes and continued unpacking.
***
Tuddrussel was still chasing Otto, and the chase ended in the library, where Larry was reading a book on some intellectual subject. "TUDDRUSSEL!" cried Larry, but it was different from the way he usually yelled at him. He sounded ecstatic.
"Tuddrussel, your daughter is FANTASTIC!" he cried. Both Tuddrussel and Otto stared at Larry's strange joy coming at them in leaps and bounds. "Her tastes in cuisine are exquisite! And she is so cultured! She knows all about the great artists and writers and musicians… are you sure she's your daughter?"
Tuddrussel and Otto blinked. Finally, Tuddrussel said, "Not entirely…"
"She is a lot like Sheila though," pointed out Otto.
"Don't mention that name in my presence!" cried Tuddrussel.
Amy and Philip walked in the room. "There you are," said Amy curtly. "I heard you yelling, Dad. Anyway, we need you to tell us where the nearest shopping mall is."
Tuddrussel rolled his eyes. "Why do you want to go to a shopping mall?"
Amy pointed at her old fashioned, worn out clothes. "Duh. I need new clothes."
"I'm not much of a shopper, but I must admit that I, too, could use a little help in the clothing department."
"We'll need money too," added Amy.
"And we want to go tomorrow," finished Philip.
Silence.
"We also can't drive the hovercrafts," added Philip, "so someone has to go with us…"
"You go!" cried Tuddrussel, pointing at Larry.
"I can't!" cried Larry. "I'd like too, of course, it would be such a pleasure shopping with you, Amy, but I need to clean the spacecraft tomorrow! I've been putting it off for far too long!"
Amy gave Tuddrussel one of her rare grins. "I guess that makes it a father-son-daughter moment, doesn't it?"
Tuddrussel, as his thoughts drifted towards the chaos of shopping, fainted.
(AN: Sorry it was short. My writer's block will not allow for me to write anymore. See you later… hopefully…)
