Prompt: Send a word and I will write a drabble or headcanon based on it
Takes place sometime between "Tegridy Farms Halloween Special" and "Season Finale".
Can I just take a second to rant about the huge missed opportunity for Shelly and Stan's relationship to have developed during Season 23?
Finally, a fun and relevant fact: marijuana can technically be considered a vegetable.
"Shelly! Daddy needs you and Stanley to help me in the vegetable garden!" Randy burst into her bedroom.
Shelly groaned at the intrusion and threw her book down. "We don't even have a vegetable garden!" It was just fields and fields of marijuana.
"We do now! Come on!"
"NO!" Shelly stood her ground. "I'm not getting involved in your bullshit this time!"
"Oh. Okay. You do what you want." Shelly rolled her eyes at her dad's attempt to play it cool and waited for the catch. "I don't REALLY need your help. But then you don't REALLY need your phone. It would be a shame if somebody confiscated it."
"UGH!" Shelly stomped out of her room and followed her father outside, where her brother, whose expression matched hers, was already waiting for them at Randy's "vegetable garden". At the sight, Shelly nearly turned on her heel and walked off until she remembered her dad's threat. Sighing, she reluctantly approached the patch of land.
"Dad, this isn't a vegetable garden!" Stan protested. "It's just more weed!"
"Marijuana is technically a vegetable, Stanley!" Randy countered. His kids wore matching skeptical expressions. "IT IS!" He defended. "Look!" Randy exclaimed, pulling out his phone.
"Okay, okay! We believe you, Dad!" Stan replied hastily.
"Alright you two, get to weeding. But only get rid of the weeds and not the weed!" Randy looked pointedly at his daughter. "I'll be blazing in the barn with Towelie if you need anything."
The siblings begrudgingly got to work. They weeded quietly for awhile until a bored Stan got tired of the silence. "So. Uh. What did Dad threaten to take from you if you didn't help?"
Shelly nearly jumped. It wasn't often that her brother engaged in casual conversation with her. Probably because he's terrified of me, she thought guiltily.
"My phone. You?"
"My Xbox."
"Ah." The two continued to work silently.
"S-shelly?" Stan stammered.
Shelly sighed. "What is it, turd?"
"I - well. I just wanted to tell you. What you did to Dad's Halloween special? That was pretty awesome."
Shelly tried to hide her surprise. "Yeah, well look where it got me," she said bitterly. "I spent the night in jail and Dad never even thanked me for saving his ass." She failed to mention how badly her father's "fat bitchy angel" remark stung.
"Yeah, but it was pretty funny watching all of the adults trip balls. You should have seen what Kyle's dad was doing. I wish I had the guts to sabotage one of Dad's biggest products."
Shelly would have never admitted it in a million years, but her brother's words felt good. It wasn't often that she was complimented. "Yeah, well. Somebody in this stupid family needed to do something!"
The two lapsed into silence again and continued working. As Shelly watched her brother, she gathered all of her willpower and spoke up.
"Hey, turd?"
"Yeah?" Unlike Shelly, Stan didn't even bother to mask his surprise.
"That song that you and your stupid band did? The one about the farm? It was kind of awesome."
Stan's face lit up. "Really?"
That smile on Stan's face was slowly breaking down her walls. What's wrong with me? Why does praising the turd actually feel… good?
Shelly tried as hard as she could to retain her tough exterior. "Don't let it go to your head, turd! As far as I'm concerned, you're a one hit wonder!"
Stan didn't bother disputing this. He didn't want to rock the boat.
The siblings lapsed back into silence. But for the first time in Stan's life, it was a comfortable silence.