Petshop of Giddy Happiness part III
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::We see the Count on a computer, (so sue me) doctoring the photos of Leon and Mary Sue::
Q-chan: ::cackles in that cute way of his::
Count: Yes, Q-chan, I know. These'll make a lot of money at the police station once I paste in George W. Bush's face.
Leon: ::walks in wearing a (gasp) suit and tie:: Hello, Count.
Count: ::approaches him like you would a hungry, rabid squirrel:: What are you wearing and why haven't you accused me of something?
Leon: ::laughs jovially:: Oh, Mary just sent me over with some nice cookies. She also wants to know if you're feeling okay.
Count: Uh... thanks. Tell her I'm feeling fine and htat I said thanks for the cookies.
Leon: I will. Goodbye, Count! ::walks out whistling::
Count: ::turns to Q-chan:: Did that scare you as much as it did me?
Q-chan: Squeaky-squeak. (trans: Holy shit)
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Meanwhile, at the Petshop of Giddy Happiness...
Mary Sue: Hello, hunny-bunny!
Leon: Hello, squeegy-peegy! How's my little snookie-wookie?
A/N: For the purpose of you, the reader, and I, the author, not losing our last meals, I'll translate this conversation into normal speech. ::shudders::
MS: So, how was that nice man?
Leon: He said that he was fine. He also told me to thank you.
MS: Well, that ws kind. ::smile wides and temporarily glare-blinds Leon:: I ought to go over there myself and talk to him!
Leon: That's a great idea.
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Back in the Petshop of Horrors...
Count: Must ::smack::... protect ::smack::... self ::smack::.
::We see the Count and Q-chan are barricading the entrace tot he shop upon seeing Mary Sue heading that way::
Q-chan: Squeak!!!! Squeaker squeakums! (trans: Nooo!!! There's no way we'll keep her out!)
Count: That attitude won't cut it here! We must work for our safety! ::goes bck to nailing the doors shut::
MS: ::walks in:: Hello Count! ::smiles::
Count: ::forcedly smiles:: Why hello, Ms. Sue.
MS: Would you mind if I took a look at your sweet little animals? You know, as one petshop owner to another?
Count & Q-chan: ::grin evilly::
Count: Why, of course, Ms. Sue. Perhaps I could interest you in one as well.
MS: That might be nice. I love little animals! ::insert unintelligable babbling about 'snookies' and 'squeegies'::
Count: Yes, don't we all.
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Yami-chan: That's it for now, minna. Come back when I have more. BTW- this is almost over. Yay!
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::We see the Count on a computer, (so sue me) doctoring the photos of Leon and Mary Sue::
Q-chan: ::cackles in that cute way of his::
Count: Yes, Q-chan, I know. These'll make a lot of money at the police station once I paste in George W. Bush's face.
Leon: ::walks in wearing a (gasp) suit and tie:: Hello, Count.
Count: ::approaches him like you would a hungry, rabid squirrel:: What are you wearing and why haven't you accused me of something?
Leon: ::laughs jovially:: Oh, Mary just sent me over with some nice cookies. She also wants to know if you're feeling okay.
Count: Uh... thanks. Tell her I'm feeling fine and htat I said thanks for the cookies.
Leon: I will. Goodbye, Count! ::walks out whistling::
Count: ::turns to Q-chan:: Did that scare you as much as it did me?
Q-chan: Squeaky-squeak. (trans: Holy shit)
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Meanwhile, at the Petshop of Giddy Happiness...
Mary Sue: Hello, hunny-bunny!
Leon: Hello, squeegy-peegy! How's my little snookie-wookie?
A/N: For the purpose of you, the reader, and I, the author, not losing our last meals, I'll translate this conversation into normal speech. ::shudders::
MS: So, how was that nice man?
Leon: He said that he was fine. He also told me to thank you.
MS: Well, that ws kind. ::smile wides and temporarily glare-blinds Leon:: I ought to go over there myself and talk to him!
Leon: That's a great idea.
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Back in the Petshop of Horrors...
Count: Must ::smack::... protect ::smack::... self ::smack::.
::We see the Count and Q-chan are barricading the entrace tot he shop upon seeing Mary Sue heading that way::
Q-chan: Squeak!!!! Squeaker squeakums! (trans: Nooo!!! There's no way we'll keep her out!)
Count: That attitude won't cut it here! We must work for our safety! ::goes bck to nailing the doors shut::
MS: ::walks in:: Hello Count! ::smiles::
Count: ::forcedly smiles:: Why hello, Ms. Sue.
MS: Would you mind if I took a look at your sweet little animals? You know, as one petshop owner to another?
Count & Q-chan: ::grin evilly::
Count: Why, of course, Ms. Sue. Perhaps I could interest you in one as well.
MS: That might be nice. I love little animals! ::insert unintelligable babbling about 'snookies' and 'squeegies'::
Count: Yes, don't we all.
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Yami-chan: That's it for now, minna. Come back when I have more. BTW- this is almost over. Yay!