House Of Bats. (Don't own anything except plot and OCs you really don't recognise.)

Patricia was bored. Very bored. She decided to ask Mick some things.

"Mick, name eight kinds of bat." She said lazily.

"What?" Mick asked her, he wasn't used to her talking to him.

"Name eight kinds of bat." She repeated lazily.

"Uh, rounders." (If you're American, baseball.) "Mega bats, micro bats. Cricket bat. Vera."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Vera? Since when does she come under the category of bats?" Patricia asked, stunned.

Mick started to explain, when Trudy said "Since we discovered she was batty, love."

Mick cracked up. "Exactly, thanks, Trudes."

"Anytime, love." She carried on with what she was doing.

"Uh... bats. Fruit bats, blind bats. Bats that... Oh my God, a bat in the kitchen!"

Patricia whipped around, but Trudy hadn't heard. The bat was flapping about and Mick ran off to get Victor. Meanwhile, Trudy was screaming as the bat flapped about.

Jasper ran to see why she was screaming and saw the bat. He used his umbrella to whack it away from her, then caught hold of her and kissed her.

Mick reappeared, Victor with a bag. He carried the bat out and put it in the wild, dazed, but it'd be OK.

Patricia laughed crazily. "That was awesome!"

Trudy said "Speak for yourself, that was the worst experience of my life. And I've been kidnapped by Rufus, had my soul nabbed by Robert, hit by Victor and your weird teacher, Mr Winkler at one point, who wanted to strangle me because of some daft elixir."

Jasper picked her up and whirled her about. "They'll never hurt you again, my angel."

They laughed and kissed.

Mick tackled Patricia down and tickled her. She screamed and thrashed. He laughed at her, tickling her.

She squealed until Trudy called "OK, enough!" They had to stop.

Patricia said "Only Eddie's allowed to that, Mick Campbell."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Williamson. Trudy, what are you cooking?" He asked.

"I'm making steak and kidney pie, carrot sticks, garden peas and mashed potato, covered in gravy." She told him.

"Trudy, you are an angel sent from Heaven above." Mick told her.

"I've been telling her that and she still doesn't believe me." Jasper told him, rolling his eyes in fake exasperation at her.

Trudy swatted at him with her tea towel as she walked past him. "You cheeky thing, I never believe a lie."

"And that wasn't a lie." Jasper said, trying to kiss her. He got swatted with the towel again.

"Oh, and, Mick, for dessert, it's treacle and fudge cake. I hope that that's acceptable." She added.

"Trudy, if you weren't married, I'd have to marry you." Mick said, dazed.

"Dream on, Mick. This poor sap here has to put up with me. You really don't want to do that." Trudy said.

Patricia said "Oh, come on, Trudy, you're not that bad. You're lovable and cuddly and warm."

Jasper said "See, baby? They seem to agree with me. You're lovely."

"I'll bet you paid or promised them payment. Watch this. Have you two done your homework?"

"Ugh, Trudy, that's so boring. Nah, that's not a big problem for us. How much do you want us to do?"

"Well, all of it at some point. Though today, I'd like you to make a start, go on."

"Ugh, you can be so boring..." They moaned, but she pointed them out of the room anyway.

Then she grinned at Jasper. "Haha."

"Very funny, Trudy." He said to her, very sarcastically.

"Woo(!)" She replied.

"Haha, you're so mature."

KT was listening. This didn't sound so good at all.

Patricia and Mick were trying to do algebra.

Mick said "You know what? Finding X?"

"Yeah, useful for pirates, not us. For crying out loud, we'll never be pirates."

She put on a plastic hook at the same time as Mick and they started sparring with them.

"Arr, get yer bum back here, you awful old sea-witch!" Mick did a Jack Sparrow.

"Ye'll never catch me, you horrid old cod-fish!" Patricia tried a Captain Hook.

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