Disclaimer: I do not own Beavis and Butthead.
Bella
Carlisle
Rosalie
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Hey Bells, I'm joining your little note passing charade. Is it fine with you?
Yeppers.
Here is daddy.
Carlisle? Shouldn't you have better things to do than pass notes with your kids?
Nope.
Why?
I got fired at the hospital.
Why?
Cause I got fired.
WHY?
Cause I need TP for my bunghole.
Carlisle! Once again, why?
Cause you're stupid.
Excuse me?!?
You're a stupid cupid, Rose. You smell like rose bushes.
Quit it dad. You're starting to sound like Bella. No offense.
I take that as an insult!
Hey!
Sorry Hells Bells.
You are super rude, you know that, Rose that smells like toes? At least i respected Aro when he came over.
What do you mean?
Aro and I had a HUGE water balloon right! Afterwards we dressed up in Esme's dresses. Then we swam with the dolphins. I can't believe you guys refused to go skinny dipping with him.
But dad...
Hmmm?
That's just...wrong...You catch my drift? I mean, seriously, skinny dipping with...
Bye! I have to go!
Dad?
Hello?
That was strange, right Bella Samonella?
I got a pet yesterday.
A pet? What kind?
What do you mean, Rose thorn?
Like a dog, fish...
A rock.
Rock?
???
Bella...
Yeah! And his name is Bob.
Bella, honey...you know rocks aren't alive?
SHUT UP!
?What?
DON'T SAY THAT! BOB IS A REAL PET! HE IS ALIVE!!! (bangs fists on table)
Jeesh, incrediBella.
Bob is real. (emotionally) Real. Real. Real I tell you. He moved an inch yesterday from point A to B. How can you explain that?
Bella, I'm sorry to tell you but Bob is not alive. He's a rock.
(temper tantrum) NO! NO,NO,NO,NO,NO!!! HE IS ALIVE! BOB TALKED TO ME YESTERDAY...HE TOLD ME ALL ABOUT HIS LIFE AS A ROCK!!! HE'S ALIVE I TELL YOU!!! ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(hurriedly) Ok, Soulja Boy Bell 'em, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'm really sorry.
(happily) Okay!
Where should I put him? Would he like the master bedroom? Or the kitchen so he can have something to snack on? Or do you think he would be lonely? In my room, perhaps?
I really don't know, Smella.
Bob told me he likes cars. Should I put him on top of your car?
My..what?!? Not my car, definitely not. Not my BMW.
Really? Cause I already put him there!
What? (looks out window and sees a crater size rock on top of BMW, the roof already caved in) AHHHHHH! (screams)
Bob told me he likes it there.
No!!! EEEEEKKKKK! MY CAR!!! (runs out door)
Don't you love Bob, Rosalie? I know I do!