A/N- Fic. By Skitts, wonderful and funny as always, but then again what would you expect from a pure genius like Skitts! Total dialect in this one folks! Please enjoy.
"Mom, my shoes are gone."
"Did you look on the shoe rack?"
"Yes! I'm not stupid."
"Well, I don't know what to tell you sweetheart."
"What am I supposed to do? Go to school barefoot?"
"Do not use that tone with me, Frankincense."
"Then don't call me Frankincense."
"Go to your room Frankincense. Stay there until I come and let you out."
"I cant."
"Why not?"
"Cause it's messy."
"Frankincense Alexander Murfield! I told you to clean your room a week ago!"
"I did! It got messy again."
"Go clean it."
"I have to go to school."
"Then put your shoes on."
"I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!"
"Where did you last see them?"
"On my feet."
"Frankincense, answer the phone."
"Hello?"
"Hey, Itey."
"Hey dude."
"You need a ride today?"
"No, I need shoes."
"Can't help you there man, my feet are like three inches bigger than yours."
"Dude, call Spot. He's short."
"You call Spot. You're the one that needs shoes."
"You're such a jerk."
"Yeah, love you too. See you at school man."
"See you….Mom! I'm calling Spot,"
"Find your shoes young man."
"I will! Geez…hey Spot."
"Hey Ite-man! What's up?"
"Lost my shoes."
"Again?"
"It's a different pair this time. Can I borrow some of yours?"
"I guess so, but it'll cost you."
"How much?"
"A clean shirt and two double A batteries."
"That's two things."
"There are two shoes in a pair."
"Fine!"
"I'll come by and pick you up for school. We'll make the trade then."
"Alright."
"See you man."
"Later."
"Who was that?"
"Spot."
"That hideous little boy?"
"He's not hideous."
"You know I don't approve of him."
"Well, he's coming over."
"Not inside, I hope."
"As a matter of fact, he's coming inside, and upstairs."
"Your Nike's?"
"My best pair."
"I can't take these."
"You need them more than I do."
"Wow…come upstairs, I'll let you pick any shirt you want!"
"Are you always so clean?"
"No. Just when I've been really messy for a while. I happen to be a very disorderly person who can't stand messes."
"That sucks."
"You're tellin' me. It gets so bad, I have to sleep on the couch!"
:who's this?"
"Oh, that's Snoddy."
"That's Snoddy?"
"Yeah. When he was like, six."
"Why is it framed, dude?"
"Snoddy has this thing…he sometimes gets paranoid that people will forget about him. He gave me that so I'd remember."
"Huh. I never knew that."
"Hurry and pick out a shirt. We're going to be late for school."
"No we wont. Snoddy's driving."
"Oh, take your time then."
"No need, I like this one."
"That's my best one!"
"Hey! I could have brought you my Keds, but I didn't. I know what real friendship is and I brought you-"
"Okay, okay. You're right. Take it."
"Thanks, now lets go."
"Hey Snoddy."
"Geez, took you two long enough."
"Itey's room's a disaster."
"Is not!"
"Speaking of which, how com I never got a picture of you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You gave Itey a picture."
"I did not."
"I saw it."
"You did not."
"I did too. It was right there on his dresser. You, going across the monkey bars at school when you were like, six."
"For one thing, I never did the monkey bars and for another thing, I never gave Itey a picture."
"You did too. I want one."
"I did not and why?"
"Because Itey has one."
"Geez, you can't stand not having something someone else does, can you?"
"I can too."
"Can not."
"Geez, stop fighting you guys. We're here."
"He's right, I'm sorry. I'll give you a picture."
"That's okay, I don't need one."
"You were just making a huge deal about it!"
"I was not."
"Was too."
"What's up with them?"
"Hey snitch. They're just fighting over that picture on my dresser."
"Why?"
"Spot wants it."
"Why?"
"He thinks it's Snoddy."
"Spot hates Snoddy."
"Yeah, but I have a picture of him."
"Except that's a picture of me."
"Spot doesn't know that."
"What's gotten into you?"
"I lost my shoes."
"Again?"
A/N- lol, I personally LOVE that story! Hopefully you all could keep up with it! See ya next time!