Plucky Duck just got done making a wide plate of various flavoured waters.
"With at least one of these waters, Shirley will finally like me!" He happily announced. "I'll give out these waters and Shirley will see how selfless I am!"
Plucky went downstairs with the plate with a skip in his step. Once he was in town, he encountered Fowlmouth, he noticed that Fowlmouth also had a plate of flavoured waters.
"Uhh, what are you doing?" Plucky asked.
"I'm giving out flavoured waters so Shirley would like me." Fowlmouth explained.
That's... exactly what I'm doing." Plucky replied.
The two stared at each other for a brief moment.
"Hey, you better back off, man!" Plucky yelled. "I planned it first!"
"No you (bleep-bleep) didn't!" Fowlmouth replied. "I (bleep-bleep-bleep) did!"
"Like, what are you two arguing over?" Shirley asked, which startled Plucky and Fowlmouth.
"Oh, erm..." Plucky nervously stammered.
"We were... giving out flavoured water." Fowlmouth added, sounding as nervous as Plucky.
"You're both acting totally nervous for it." Shirley replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Because... uhh..." Fowlmouth nervously replied. "We're worried we may not have enough for everyone!"
As Fowlmouth spoke, the drinks began slipping off the plate and all fell onto the floor, spilling multiple flavoured waters all over the floor and there were cups all over the floor.
"Aw (series of bleeps)!" Fowlmouth yelled.
"Heh. sucker." Plucky chuckled.
He went to walk to Shirley, only to trip after stepping on one of the cups, resulting in him tripping over forwards, and the flavoured waters splashing all over Shirley.
"Like, what the heck?!" She exclaimed. "I just had this vest ironed and junk! Now it's totally ruined again!"
Shirley stormed off, leaving Plucky and Fowlmouth behind.
"This sucks." Plucky sulked. "My knew hurts, I'm wet, and Shirley didn't fall in love with me!"
"You think you've got it bad?!" Fowlmouth retorted. "I made myself look like a (bleep) in front of her! I hope there were no babies around. I would never cuss in front of a baby."
"You've established that." Plucky replied. "Maybe if we just have a competition, we can avoid fighting, which can lead to Shirley not hating us."
"That'll work." Fowlmouth replied. "Say, I have an idea! Follow me!"
Later, Shirley was on a group chat with Babs and Fifi.
"So, you ladies think the three of us will be in more stories or some junk?" Shirley asked.
"Eef RedHood123 decides to make more stories with le three of us." Fifi replied.
"Well, this author has had thoughts on making a separate series focusing on stories between the Tiny Toons gang." Babs informed. "But it would be best if he finishes other stories before that, but it would've been fine if he just made them."
Fowlmouth and Plucky both dashed in front of her and present bouquets.
"I got them..." Plucky informed, until Fowlmouth nudged him.
"WE got them...!" He said.
"Oops." Plucky replied, turning back to Shirley. "WE got them for you."
"Wait, these flowers look like they're made of plastic or some junk." Shirley informed.
"Mind if I have a sniff?" A voiced asked, the voice belonging to none other than Lil Sneezer.
Shirley lifted Sneezer up to the flowers so he could have a sniff.
"They're made of plastic." He said. "I'm allergic to plastic. Ah-ah-aaahhhh... CHOOOOOOO!"
Sneezer's resulting sneeze was powerful enough to knock Fowlmouth and Plucky into a tree despite them trying to get away. After they were knocked into a tree, a wasp nest fell onto them. The wasps came out of the nest and began swarming the two. All they could do is scream in terror and agony.
A few minutes later, the two were covered in sores from the wasp stings.
"Ow. Ow. My face hurts. Ow." Plucky groaned.
"Ow. Ow. My face hurts too. Ow." Fowlmouth groaned. "Wait, I have another idea! Come with me, this will work."
Later on, Shirley was applying mascara.
"Maybe I should totally be a mascot for a mascara company or some junk." She said to herself.
The two approached Shirley with heart boxes.
"Here's a treat for someone sweet." Fowlmouth informed, opening the box, to show it empty.
"Sorry, dude. I got hungry." Plucky informed, his beak covered in chocolate.
Plucky then went to open his box to show it empty too.
"Yeah, I got hungry as well." Fowlmouth replied, his beak covered in chocolate.
"Okay, like, what is this about?!" Shirley demanded. "You two are totally acting like mules!"
Plucky and Fowlmouth looked at each other nervously.
"Well?" Shirley asked in a heated tone, tapping her foot.
"We were competing for you." Plucky sheepishly confessed.
"At least we weren't fighting." Fowlmouth sheepishly added. "We settled for a competition."
"So that's what this is about?!" Shirley snapped. "You two think I'm some sort of prize or some junk?!"
"Hey, we know of you kissing Furrball!" Plucky retorted.
"Yeah, and Skunky, Fifi's husband!" Fowlmouth added.
"Just how did you know of that?!" Shirley demanded.
"Don't worry about that!" Plucky replied.
"Why kiss Furrball instead of us?!" Fowlmouth asked, coldly.
Coincidentally, Furrball was walking past, allowing Shirley to notice him.
"Oh, you mean like this?" Shirley asked.
She used her psychic abilities to levitate Furrball to her.
"Hi, Shir-" Furrball greeted.
Before Furrball could finish, Shirley gently grabbed Furrball by both sides of his face and planted a big, long kiss on his lips. Plucky and Fowlmouth's jaws dropped onto the ground as they watched in disbelief. All the while, Furrball's eyes have widened to the size of dinner plates and his face was completely red. After a while of lip/beak locking Furrball, Shirley broke the kiss and used her aura to gently put him down onto his back. All Furrball was doing was lying there, his face still red, his eyes wide, and being completely motionless from the surprise.
"Wow." Shirley said afterwards, directly to Plucky and Fowlmouth. "Furrball is totally a kissable cat."
Fowlmouth and Plucky were speechless.
"Stop this story right now!" Plucky exclaimed.
What's with you?
"You put Fowlmouth before my name!" Plucky yelled.
So?
"That wasn't the case in the other dialogues!" Plucky retorted. "And why do you put my name before the type of things I say?"
Dude, it's just writing. Chill out.
"No! Shut up and write it the correct way, or I'll have Warner Brothers put Elmyra in the upcoming Tiny Toons reboot!" Threatened Plucky! "Oh, and now you switch it around!"
Alright, fine!
Plucky and Fowlmouth were speechless.
"At least doesn't get into petty squabbles that threatens to ruin friendships over girls like me!" Shirley scolded the two. "You two better get your act together before the upcoming Tiny Toons reboot, even though this is a FanFiction or some junk!"
Shirley walked off, patting Furrball gently on the head as she walked off. Fowlmouth and Pluck... oh, I mean Plucky and Fowlmouth's heads hung in shame.
"I guess we took it too far." Plucky sighed.
"Yeah, we did." Fowlmouth agreed.
Plucky got out another cup.
"Flavoured water?" He offered.
"Thanks." Fowlmouth replied, taking the water and drinking it before spitting it out. "This isn't flavoured water, this is water with a lime squeezed in it!"
"I thought that's how flavoured water is made!" Plucky yelled.
"Let's fight!" They both yelled. "Okay!"
All the while, Furrball remained motionless and surprised on the ground.
