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it so much fun! Please review, its much appreciated! Okay well enjoy~
WildWing carried a wrapped up Nosedive into the restaurant in the rain. Nosedive poked his head out of the large pull over sweatshirt. As soon as he got wet he put his head back in.
Finally they got in. The diner was nice, they were a bit underdressed but considering they were alien celebrities the waiter let it go. They were soon seated, Nosedive still being hidden beneath the large sweatshirt.
They got a booth to eat in, with a pretty lamp overhead. Nosedive came out of his shell sweatshirt, and sat up. He again couldn't reach.
"Want to get him a booster chair", suggested Duke.
"Nah", said WildWing, "I know my brother and he is not one to sit still. He'll be moving around until the food comes, but a booster chair will prevent that. Or will try to anyway. I'll just let him sit in my lap for when the food comes."
"If you say so", said Duke, "But Nosedive can't move around too much, this is a nice place. He can't be running around."
"Too late", commented Grin.
Nosedive had escaped from his brother's watch and was hiding underneath tables and running around. Then a waiter came holding a large quantity of food.
"Oh no", cried WildWing.
At that moment Nosedive ran right in front of the waiter, making the waiter trip and sending the food flying.
"Guess whose not eating here", muttered Mallory.
The ducks rushed over to the waiter and Nosedive. WildWing scooped up his brother holding him tightly and looking for cuts.
Nosedive was fine, the waiter was also fine. The food however and the people waiting to eat the food were not.
Phil quickly paid the people for their dinner, and pressed the ducks out of the restaurant. Nosedive was still covered in food, and it was still raining.
"He's needs a bat- (bath)", muttered Mallory
"DON'T say that word", cried Canard and WildWing.
The others stood their waiting for an explanation, "Nosedive doesn't like washing up", whispered WildWing so his brother couldn't hear him.
The others still had puzzling looks on their faces, "Trust me", said Canard, "Just don't' mention anything like that."
"Okay than", said Tanya, "What are we going to do, he's covered in food."
"I've got an idea", said WildWing, "You guys go into the migrator; Nosedive and I are going to let the rain wash us down."
"WildWing", said Tanya, "Don't you think that a ba- washing up would be easier? You'll both get sick!"
"Anything is better than that!"
So WildWing and Nosedive stayed out in the rain; Nosedive happened to enjoy. He loved getting wet, and jumping in puddles. His brother however seeing that the food was off of him, quickly ceased his brother's fun.
They both entered the migrator sopping wet.
"Achoo", cried Nosedive.
"Don't say it Tanya, or Mallory. You have to trust me that I did the right, or easier thing", muttered WildWing.
"Here", said Duke handing the two of them a towel. WildWing washed his little brother off.
"Can someone get me a jersey for Nosedive", asked WildWing, "Or an old t- shirt?"
"Hang on", said Duke, "Getting one."
Canard started driving, as the brother's changed in the back. Finally a new fresh Nosedive came out.
"Hi", yelped a happy Nosedive. "Are we there yet?"
"Hey there", said Grin. "No."
Nosedive went over to Grin and climbed upon the seat. Then upon Grin. Grin stifled a laugh, as Nosedive went upon his head and then leaped to Mallory.
Finally WildWing came out.
"WiyaWing", said Nosedive in his most innocent voice, "I'm still hungwy."
WildWing groaned, "Fast food it is then. Canard?"
Canard moaned, "I know, I know. I'll pull over. Ugh I hate fast food."
"Not now", whined WildWing, "I'm freezing, sick, and my brother is now jumping off of Grin. Nosedive you're going to get hurt. Come here."
The smaller brother went forward. WildWing picked up the adorable sibling, and smiled. "Can't be mad at you huh?"
"Nope", grinned Nosedive. "Are we there yet?"
"Well you are still staying with me and no", said WildWing.
"Aw nuts".
WildWing took shotgun still holding his younger brother. After a minutes Nosedive announced he was bored.
"We're almost at the restaurant Nosedive, bare with us", replied WildWing.
"You're not nice. Are we there yet"
Nosedive pouted and crossed his arm, still sitting on his brother's lap.
WildWing felt bad, which is exactly what Nosedive wanted. So WildWing started madly tickling his younger brother.
"HEY", giggled Nosedive, "I can't breathe!"
"But I'm not nice", replied WildWIng laughing, "I'm supposed to enjoy this.
"Stop", cried Nosedive in a German voice.
WildWing laughed at his brother's change of voice. And however stopped.
By then Canard had pulled up to Burger King.
"All right", said Canard, "Everybody out."
"NO", cried the females.
"Are you out of your mind? How many times do we have to repeat dire events that take place in the restaurant", cried Mallory. "Why don't we just eat in the car, and go through the "Drive Through". Besides it's raining."
Without any debate they pulled in the drive through. After receiving their orders, they played the music. As soon as Nosedive was finished eating, (French-fries), he started dancing. Everyone laughed, hard.
"Nosedive", cried a hysterical Duke, "Do the Macarena!"
"Tha wha?"
"Like this Nosedive", cried Mallory, and then showed him.
So Nosedive did the Macarena. Everyone laughed at the entertainment. Phil made phone calls.
"Try Disco", cried Canard.
"Diss what?"
"Like this", showed Tanya.
So Nosedive did the Disco, which caused a bigger fit full of laughter from the ducks. Phil made more phone calls.
After the disco was done, Nosedive looked for his fans for more advice.
"Try being a hula dancer Nosedive", suggested Tanya, "You know the girls from Hawaii, remember?"
"Yup", giggled Nosedive.
He then did the hula, sometimes tripping over the long jersey, but did the hula.
Everyone was cracking up. Phil made more phone calls.
Nosedive was beat but continued to dance for his audience.
"Nosedive", said Canard, "Try dirty dancing."
"CANARD", screamed WildWing swatting at his friend.
It didn't matter that Canard was driving since they were once again stuck in traffic, and once again weren't moving.
"How do I do that", asked Nosedive.
"You don't", responded WildWing glaring at his best friend.
Nosedive was beat; he was a four-year-old who had just danced many major dances. He looked beat, and he was beat. Nosedive sat down, his face was beet red.
"That's enough for now", said WildWing scooping up his brother. "You want to rest for now Dive?"
Nosedive nodded and put his head into his brother's chest, and quickly fell asleep.
~
Nosedive woke up around eight forty five in his brother's arms. It was dark out, the ducks were playing cards, holding conversations, meditating, and sleeping. Phil was making phone calls.
"Hey there", said WildWing, "You must have really been tired. You slept long! You okay?"
"Yeah", yawned Nosedive, "Are we there yet? It's taking too long!"
"Yeah", said WildWing, "It's going to be a real long time until we get there. We hit a lot of traffic. You want to play a game or something?"
"Sure", replied Nosedive. "Like what?"
"How about I read you a book?"
"Okay. What stories you got?"
"The Three Little Pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, Fairy Tales, Three Billy Goats Gruff, and a book of short stories."
"When did you get those", asked Canard, "Or do you always carry those around with you?"
"Ha ha", replied WildWing, "Very funny. I got them at the gas station, when we had to pick up gas."
"Yes that is what you normally do at a gas station", replied Canard.
"Shut up", groaned WildWing.
Canard laughed. Phil made phone calls.
After Nosedive chosed a story and asked, "Are we there yet", WildWing read him all of the books he had.
"Nosedive was always big on reading", said WildWing, "He just never stopped liking the pictures. That's why he reads comic books. He actually has a pretty big vocabulary. Too bad Shakespeare doesn't have pictures."
Canard laughed. Phil made phone calls.
And Phil made more phone calls.
Author's Note- Please review, don't worry I'm writing more. Bye!
WildWing carried a wrapped up Nosedive into the restaurant in the rain. Nosedive poked his head out of the large pull over sweatshirt. As soon as he got wet he put his head back in.
Finally they got in. The diner was nice, they were a bit underdressed but considering they were alien celebrities the waiter let it go. They were soon seated, Nosedive still being hidden beneath the large sweatshirt.
They got a booth to eat in, with a pretty lamp overhead. Nosedive came out of his shell sweatshirt, and sat up. He again couldn't reach.
"Want to get him a booster chair", suggested Duke.
"Nah", said WildWing, "I know my brother and he is not one to sit still. He'll be moving around until the food comes, but a booster chair will prevent that. Or will try to anyway. I'll just let him sit in my lap for when the food comes."
"If you say so", said Duke, "But Nosedive can't move around too much, this is a nice place. He can't be running around."
"Too late", commented Grin.
Nosedive had escaped from his brother's watch and was hiding underneath tables and running around. Then a waiter came holding a large quantity of food.
"Oh no", cried WildWing.
At that moment Nosedive ran right in front of the waiter, making the waiter trip and sending the food flying.
"Guess whose not eating here", muttered Mallory.
The ducks rushed over to the waiter and Nosedive. WildWing scooped up his brother holding him tightly and looking for cuts.
Nosedive was fine, the waiter was also fine. The food however and the people waiting to eat the food were not.
Phil quickly paid the people for their dinner, and pressed the ducks out of the restaurant. Nosedive was still covered in food, and it was still raining.
"He's needs a bat- (bath)", muttered Mallory
"DON'T say that word", cried Canard and WildWing.
The others stood their waiting for an explanation, "Nosedive doesn't like washing up", whispered WildWing so his brother couldn't hear him.
The others still had puzzling looks on their faces, "Trust me", said Canard, "Just don't' mention anything like that."
"Okay than", said Tanya, "What are we going to do, he's covered in food."
"I've got an idea", said WildWing, "You guys go into the migrator; Nosedive and I are going to let the rain wash us down."
"WildWing", said Tanya, "Don't you think that a ba- washing up would be easier? You'll both get sick!"
"Anything is better than that!"
So WildWing and Nosedive stayed out in the rain; Nosedive happened to enjoy. He loved getting wet, and jumping in puddles. His brother however seeing that the food was off of him, quickly ceased his brother's fun.
They both entered the migrator sopping wet.
"Achoo", cried Nosedive.
"Don't say it Tanya, or Mallory. You have to trust me that I did the right, or easier thing", muttered WildWing.
"Here", said Duke handing the two of them a towel. WildWing washed his little brother off.
"Can someone get me a jersey for Nosedive", asked WildWing, "Or an old t- shirt?"
"Hang on", said Duke, "Getting one."
Canard started driving, as the brother's changed in the back. Finally a new fresh Nosedive came out.
"Hi", yelped a happy Nosedive. "Are we there yet?"
"Hey there", said Grin. "No."
Nosedive went over to Grin and climbed upon the seat. Then upon Grin. Grin stifled a laugh, as Nosedive went upon his head and then leaped to Mallory.
Finally WildWing came out.
"WiyaWing", said Nosedive in his most innocent voice, "I'm still hungwy."
WildWing groaned, "Fast food it is then. Canard?"
Canard moaned, "I know, I know. I'll pull over. Ugh I hate fast food."
"Not now", whined WildWing, "I'm freezing, sick, and my brother is now jumping off of Grin. Nosedive you're going to get hurt. Come here."
The smaller brother went forward. WildWing picked up the adorable sibling, and smiled. "Can't be mad at you huh?"
"Nope", grinned Nosedive. "Are we there yet?"
"Well you are still staying with me and no", said WildWing.
"Aw nuts".
WildWing took shotgun still holding his younger brother. After a minutes Nosedive announced he was bored.
"We're almost at the restaurant Nosedive, bare with us", replied WildWing.
"You're not nice. Are we there yet"
Nosedive pouted and crossed his arm, still sitting on his brother's lap.
WildWing felt bad, which is exactly what Nosedive wanted. So WildWing started madly tickling his younger brother.
"HEY", giggled Nosedive, "I can't breathe!"
"But I'm not nice", replied WildWIng laughing, "I'm supposed to enjoy this.
"Stop", cried Nosedive in a German voice.
WildWing laughed at his brother's change of voice. And however stopped.
By then Canard had pulled up to Burger King.
"All right", said Canard, "Everybody out."
"NO", cried the females.
"Are you out of your mind? How many times do we have to repeat dire events that take place in the restaurant", cried Mallory. "Why don't we just eat in the car, and go through the "Drive Through". Besides it's raining."
Without any debate they pulled in the drive through. After receiving their orders, they played the music. As soon as Nosedive was finished eating, (French-fries), he started dancing. Everyone laughed, hard.
"Nosedive", cried a hysterical Duke, "Do the Macarena!"
"Tha wha?"
"Like this Nosedive", cried Mallory, and then showed him.
So Nosedive did the Macarena. Everyone laughed at the entertainment. Phil made phone calls.
"Try Disco", cried Canard.
"Diss what?"
"Like this", showed Tanya.
So Nosedive did the Disco, which caused a bigger fit full of laughter from the ducks. Phil made more phone calls.
After the disco was done, Nosedive looked for his fans for more advice.
"Try being a hula dancer Nosedive", suggested Tanya, "You know the girls from Hawaii, remember?"
"Yup", giggled Nosedive.
He then did the hula, sometimes tripping over the long jersey, but did the hula.
Everyone was cracking up. Phil made more phone calls.
Nosedive was beat but continued to dance for his audience.
"Nosedive", said Canard, "Try dirty dancing."
"CANARD", screamed WildWing swatting at his friend.
It didn't matter that Canard was driving since they were once again stuck in traffic, and once again weren't moving.
"How do I do that", asked Nosedive.
"You don't", responded WildWing glaring at his best friend.
Nosedive was beat; he was a four-year-old who had just danced many major dances. He looked beat, and he was beat. Nosedive sat down, his face was beet red.
"That's enough for now", said WildWing scooping up his brother. "You want to rest for now Dive?"
Nosedive nodded and put his head into his brother's chest, and quickly fell asleep.
~
Nosedive woke up around eight forty five in his brother's arms. It was dark out, the ducks were playing cards, holding conversations, meditating, and sleeping. Phil was making phone calls.
"Hey there", said WildWing, "You must have really been tired. You slept long! You okay?"
"Yeah", yawned Nosedive, "Are we there yet? It's taking too long!"
"Yeah", said WildWing, "It's going to be a real long time until we get there. We hit a lot of traffic. You want to play a game or something?"
"Sure", replied Nosedive. "Like what?"
"How about I read you a book?"
"Okay. What stories you got?"
"The Three Little Pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, Fairy Tales, Three Billy Goats Gruff, and a book of short stories."
"When did you get those", asked Canard, "Or do you always carry those around with you?"
"Ha ha", replied WildWing, "Very funny. I got them at the gas station, when we had to pick up gas."
"Yes that is what you normally do at a gas station", replied Canard.
"Shut up", groaned WildWing.
Canard laughed. Phil made phone calls.
After Nosedive chosed a story and asked, "Are we there yet", WildWing read him all of the books he had.
"Nosedive was always big on reading", said WildWing, "He just never stopped liking the pictures. That's why he reads comic books. He actually has a pretty big vocabulary. Too bad Shakespeare doesn't have pictures."
Canard laughed. Phil made phone calls.
And Phil made more phone calls.
Author's Note- Please review, don't worry I'm writing more. Bye!