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Vash + Sleep Depravity = Baaad.
Chap. 3!

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She snickered mysteriously! "Broom head! Needle noggin! Spiky dorkface! Pokey head! Take your pick, sweetheart." I wondered how one could snicker mysteriously. Vikki saw my confused look and gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Don't think about it too much, you're brain is liable to have a meltdown or something." This only confused me more.

She smiled mysteriously. "Besides, we're here." I looked up and saw that we were infront of a large brick building that sported an orange "CHIEF" sign. Vikki grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the store after her. "Duck!" She yelled as we passed through the doors. She giggled insanely, like it was the funniest thing in the world. I rolled my eyes.

"These doors are taller then yours." I huffed in her direction.

She let the comment slide, and led me through the building, along various aisles until we got to what I assumed was the center of it all. Everywhere I looked there was rows of food. Up above were signs that handily declared what each row contained. I barely noticed Vikki was talking and waving a piece of paper in my face. I just now had realized how hungry I was.

"Vash. Vash? Vash!" She was drawing weird looks from the shoppers. "VASH!!" She screeched. I snapped my attention back to her. "What?"

A silver eyebrow twitched. "As I was saying.... Here's your half of the list. Go find all the right stuff and meet me at the checkout counter." She paused, "Got that okay?" I nodded vigorously. It sounded totally simple!

"Good.... Off you go then!" She waved briefly and started down one of the aisles of food.

I wandered around the store a bit, almost constantly looking up, because that's where the signs were at and I had no idea where anything was.

I peered at the list.

Potatoes.

Vanilla Frosting.

Cookie Dough.

Milk.

Ice cream scoop.

Ice cream toppings.

Sprinkles.

If I wasn't hungry before, I definitely was now!

Trying to remain calm, I took my orange sunglasses out of my pocket and put them on, before picking a random aisle and walking down it.

"Hmmm." I peered at the food in this row and spotted a bag of potatoes. Check. I grabbed one, tossed it over my shoulder, and walked on. I barely noticed a few people taking side-ways glances at me. I really have no idea why. Its not likely they knew about The Stampede here..

I skimmed down the list, managing to locate the vanilla frosting, the milk, the sprinkles, and the toppings. I wasn't sure on the 'flavor' of cookie dough, so I did the only reasonable thing I could think of.

"Eeny meany minie moe..."

Now even more people stared. I waved it off and grinned superiorly at them as I plucked a M+M peanut butter cookie dough package off of the self.

Skipping around the next corner, I was looking up for the signs again, and literally ran into this evil beady-eyed lady's cart. "YOU YOUNGUN! YOU JUST RAN INTO MAH CART!!" She screamed. I hadn't hurt anything by doing that, of course, except my head, which always seemed to be a casualty lately..

I sat there, sprawled on the floor, my aching head held in my hands. "Ow." "WHASSA MATTAH, SONNY?" She talks as if her words were falling onto deaf ears.. "Ow." "AIN'T GOT NOTHIN TO SAY FER YERSELF, EH!?" Well they will be soon, if she keeps talking that loud. "Ow." "TYPICAL OF YA! YA DURN WHIPPERSNAPPAHS ALL BE DA SAME!" ...For crying out loud... "Ow." "NEVAH SAY YER SORRY OR NUTHIN!" She snorted, then continued, "JUST RUN AROUND LIKE YA OWN DA WORLD AND DON'T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YER ACTIONS OR NUTHIN!" "I said 'OW', dangit! Take a hint!"

She glared at me with her scary, beady little eyes and I suddenly felt very small and incompetent. "My head hurts, ma'am." I pleaded pathetically.

Her wrinkled old face softened considerably. "SORRY.." She stopped when she saw me wince, and tried again. "Sorry 'bout that, youngun." She said. "I guesses ya really didn't do any damage to this 'ere cart o' mine. Even if ya did, its da store's property!" She cackled madly, then caught herself. "Sorry, sonny, lost in the moment, I was."

"That's perfectly alright, ma'am." I said politely, standing up. My head still hurt, so I hadn't yet noticed the crowd that had gathered around us from both my crash into the cart, and the old woman's yelling. I turned around and started to walk in the other direction.....

And ran into another cart.


Author notes: Don't you just love that evil old lady? O.o;;; Scary, ne? Poor Vashy! *Glomps onto him.* Mine mine mine. n____x This is just getting scarier and scarier, isn't it? But it's still funny, right? Scary is funny sometimes, yes? Why am I asking you? You can't talk to me here! XDXD

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