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June 20th
This morning was a disaster. My folks left to go shopping and put Vic in charge of Tootie and I. They had left before I woke up, so I had no say in the matter. Vic tried to get me to make him breakfast and clean up the house, but I flat out refused; which pissed him off.
"Listen here, I'm the babysitter, you do as I say!" he snarled.
"YOU listen!" I yelled as Tootie ran upstairs to find some peace, "I do NOT need a babysitter; I am one for your information!"
"Really?" he asked as he cocked an eyebrow. I nodded in response, and a grin crept over his face, "So was I when I was your age. Hm, I guess we've got more in common than I thought."
That REALLY made me mad! I am nothing, I repeat, NOTHING like him…okay, so I have a bit of an attitude problem, but I have a very good reason! Every time that I've ever tried being nice, it would always blow up in my face; like when I tried saving the president from that evil bug and I got arrested for attacking him; or that time I tried being friends with the twerp, and he attacked me with a wrecking ball! On top of everything else that I've had to put up with, why should I be nice!?
Before I had a chance to think of a comeback, I heard screaming from upstairs. Vic and I looked up saw Tootie running down with three, big hairy spiders on her arm.
"SPIDERS!" she cried as she ran out of the house, "THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!"
As we continued to stare in shock, more spiders began pouring from upstairs. They even began pouring out from under the doors, various cracks in the walls, and even the kitchen sink; it was a tidal wave of spiders!
"EVERY MAN FOR HERSELF!" I yelled as I pushed Vic out of my way.
Vic, Doidle, and I ran down the street following Tootie until we made our way into the twerp's yard; where he was trimming his hedges with pink trimmers that had a face (why he keeps drawing faces on his products I'll never know). He screamed as we finally stopped to catch our breath.
"What are you doing in my yard!?" he cried demandingly.
"There's spiders in our house!" Tootie wailed as she latched onto him, "Will you hold me Timmy?"
"Restraining order!" he quickly reminded her as she let go, "So why'd you come here!?"
"Force of habit," I answered with a shrug.
Mr. and Mrs. Turner walked outside to see what the commotion was. As they looked over at us and saw Vic, they stopped dead in their tracks and began to tremble.
"EGHADS, HE'S BACK!" Mr. Turner yelled, grabbing his wife by the wrist, "Quick honey, to the escape pods!"
I stared in disbelief as I watched the hyper couple press a button by their door. A hole appeared in their driveway as a tiny ship rose up from the ground, and the crazy duo hopped inside. Unfortunately, the ship didn't lift off the ground; it backed up into their garage.
"I'll fix that!" Mr. Turner yelled from under the rubble.
So after that I called some exterminators and they came to examine the house. They said it'd be about a day or two before we could go back inside; so we'll have to find a place to stay for tonight. Spiders…not my best idea.
A/N: Oh man, Vicky's really gotten herself into a pickle this time, huh? Since Crocker and Mr. Turner are the same age, I can imagine he probably had some unpleasant interactions with Vic in his childhood. Feel free to give me your input.
