Disclaimer: The characters are Image's. The story's mine. I am making no money off of this, and I really don't think I deserve it with this fic.
Note: I must apologize for my sick and twisted sense of humor. I fear I may have gone overboard a bit and actually may have used potty humor. I do hate potty humor!
Also, I hate Grunge. I love Roxy. Grunge must SUFFER for the jerk that he is. :) Just thought I'd give you a good reason for this fic.
********************
Gen13 were walking on a somewhat busy street, on their way home from eating dinner at a Mexican restaurant. They were almost there.
Suddenly, Bobby jerked almost violently and brought his hand up to cover his mouth and nose. "Wha the 'ell!" Came the very muffled exclamation.
"Oh my God, what is that?" Caitlin's face showed terrified disgust. She and Sarah quickly followed Bobby's example and covered their noses and mouths.
Roxy was the last to smell it. And it hit her like a brick wall! "WOOF!" Both her hands went up to grasp the bottom of her face. "What is that?!"
Grunge turned around and grinned at them sheepishly. Bringing his right arm up to scratch the back of his head, he chuckled a bit. "Whoops."
Sarah's eyes were watering up. "There's no way that's human!"
Grunge's features scrunched. "Hey! There's no -- "
"She's right, man! I'm sorry, but she's right!" Bobby coughed a bit. "That's the last time I go to a Mexican restaurant with you!"
Grunge put his hands out to quiet Bobby. "Hey! It's a natural bodily function!"
Sarah shook her head. "I'm sorry, Grunge, but there's nothing natural about that smell."
Bobby flailed his hands around, trying to push the smell away. "Isn't chemical warfare illegal?"
Grunge frowned. "Haha, guys! Now let's go home. -- "
Caitlin shook her head firmly. "There's no way I'd follow you."
"Hey!" He knew it was bad if Caitlin was ribbing him about it.
A seemingly stray Labrador jogged up next to the group and stopped suddenly. He shook his head harshly, obviously trying to get away from a smell. Soon, he swayed a bit and then fell over, eyes shut and tongue hanging out.
The dog's behavior had caught everyone's attention. For several long moments after it had collapsed, the Gen13 kids stood transfixed to their spots, completely shocked. Finally, they began to gather around the poor dog.
Roxanne shook her head sadly and then looked at Grunge accusingly. "Jesus, Grunge, you killed him."
And on that special note . . . FINIS! ;)
Note: I must apologize for my sick and twisted sense of humor. I fear I may have gone overboard a bit and actually may have used potty humor. I do hate potty humor!
Also, I hate Grunge. I love Roxy. Grunge must SUFFER for the jerk that he is. :) Just thought I'd give you a good reason for this fic.
********************
Gen13 were walking on a somewhat busy street, on their way home from eating dinner at a Mexican restaurant. They were almost there.
Suddenly, Bobby jerked almost violently and brought his hand up to cover his mouth and nose. "Wha the 'ell!" Came the very muffled exclamation.
"Oh my God, what is that?" Caitlin's face showed terrified disgust. She and Sarah quickly followed Bobby's example and covered their noses and mouths.
Roxy was the last to smell it. And it hit her like a brick wall! "WOOF!" Both her hands went up to grasp the bottom of her face. "What is that?!"
Grunge turned around and grinned at them sheepishly. Bringing his right arm up to scratch the back of his head, he chuckled a bit. "Whoops."
Sarah's eyes were watering up. "There's no way that's human!"
Grunge's features scrunched. "Hey! There's no -- "
"She's right, man! I'm sorry, but she's right!" Bobby coughed a bit. "That's the last time I go to a Mexican restaurant with you!"
Grunge put his hands out to quiet Bobby. "Hey! It's a natural bodily function!"
Sarah shook her head. "I'm sorry, Grunge, but there's nothing natural about that smell."
Bobby flailed his hands around, trying to push the smell away. "Isn't chemical warfare illegal?"
Grunge frowned. "Haha, guys! Now let's go home. -- "
Caitlin shook her head firmly. "There's no way I'd follow you."
"Hey!" He knew it was bad if Caitlin was ribbing him about it.
A seemingly stray Labrador jogged up next to the group and stopped suddenly. He shook his head harshly, obviously trying to get away from a smell. Soon, he swayed a bit and then fell over, eyes shut and tongue hanging out.
The dog's behavior had caught everyone's attention. For several long moments after it had collapsed, the Gen13 kids stood transfixed to their spots, completely shocked. Finally, they began to gather around the poor dog.
Roxanne shook her head sadly and then looked at Grunge accusingly. "Jesus, Grunge, you killed him."
And on that special note . . . FINIS! ;)