Hello! Just a note to the readers that I have absolutely no idea where this story is going. It's probably just a by-product of a sugar overdose. Hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER TWO
Beast was spending a quiet afternoon in his lab, filling test tubes, recording data, charting graphs, and basically tending to various projects. Then a voice from out of the blue startled him.
"Use MY notebook!"
Beast spun around, only to find that Sidetable drawer was pestering him once again.
"Use MY notebook! MY NOTEBOOK!!!" screeched the incessant little piece of furniture.
Beast backed away in horror, and bumped into his desk.
"I thought...but I smashed you to splinters!" stammered Hank.
An evil grin slowly spread across Sidetable Drawer's...er...face? "That's what YOU think!" she cackled.
Beast lunged forward and pounded the Drawer to pieces with his fists. Then he stepped back, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The relief didn't last long. All the individual pieces started moving. To his mounting alarm, they started to grow! In no time at all, he found himself surrounded by an army of Sidetable Drawers, each with their very own notebook that they desperately wanted him to use.
"Notebook! Notebook! Notebook!" they chanted.
Beast turned and leaped over the desk, and looked around frantically for a means of escape. Then he felt something grab his leg.
"AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" he screamed. Then he looked down to see little felt people climbing allover him, tugging at his fur and chanting along with the furniture.
"Notebook! NoteBOOK! NOTEBOOK!"
Hank screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
* * *
Beast's head shot off his desk and he nearly fell off his chair. He looked about frantically and, upon finding no trace of any sentient furniture, realized that it had only been a nightmare. He sighed deeply.
I think I'll nip down to the kitchen for a bite to eat, he thought to himself. My nerves definitely need calming.
Beast was making his way down a hallway when he heard, "Hello!"
Hank jumped and spun around, expecting to see his arch nemesis, Sidetable Drawer. Instead, he spotted a two and a half foot tall man wearing a hardhat.
Hank blinked. And blinked again. Then he blinked one more time for good measure.
"Er, hello," he said uncertainly.
"You might want to watch where you step," the little man responded cheerily. "We're making repairs in this area of the mansion."
"We?" Hank looked around. To his amazement, he saw numerous, miniaturized machines working on various tasks.
"What marvellous little mechanations!" Hank exclaimed as he bent down to pick one up. It screamed. Hank recoiled in horror.
"Now, now, Lofty!" said Bob. "There's no need to be frightened!"
A second machine, smaller than the first, started winding about Hank's legs in an excited manner.
"Hi! I'm Dizzy! Who're you?" it happily cried.
Hank screamed. Then he turned and ran.
Bob scratched his head. "I wonder what's wrong with him?"
* * *
Hank didn't stop running till he had reached his lab, whereupon he opened a closet and jumped inside, slamming the door behind him.
He sat down and hugged his knees to his chest. "Everything's fine...I'm not losing my mind...everything's fine...I'm not losing my mind..." he chanted over and over again as he rocked back and forth in the pitch-blackness.
"Ola!"
Hank stiffened as every nerve in his body turned to ice. There was...someTHING...in the closet. With him.
With a trembling hand, Hank reached up and turned on the light. Very slowly, he turned his head to see who it was who had spoken. He saw no one.
"Ola!"
Hank jumped, then his eyes settled on the owner of that voice: a backpack.
Yes, a backpack with eyes and a mouth. And it was talking to him. Hank trembled down to his toes.
"Ola!" the backpack said for the third time. "Have you seen my friend, Dora?"
Hank couldn't move, much less speak. He was petrified!
Suddenly, an object peeked out from under the flap of the backpack. It looked like a piece of paper.
"I'm the map! I'm the map! I'm the map!" it sang.
Hank screamed. The door flew off its hinges as Hank bolted out of the closet. He didn't have a clue where he was going. All he knew was that he just had to get out of the mansion before any other normally inanimate objects popped out of the woodwork and tried to converse with him.
* * *
Jean and Storm where sitting in the study, enjoying a conversation and a cup of tea.
"I honestly don't know just WHAT the professor is thinking! I mean, Bob's handy enough, but the two little kids are a nightmare!" Jean commented.
"And that purple dinosaur gives me the creeps," Storm added, shuddering.
Just then, the study door flew open and Beast ran in, screaming his head off. He didn't stop to talk, but continued running out the opposite door which led to the rec room.
They watched him as he left, then returned to the conversation.
"Care for a game of tennis?" Storm asked.
"You're on!"
* * *
Reviews are always welcomed and appreciated. Thanx!
CHAPTER TWO
Beast was spending a quiet afternoon in his lab, filling test tubes, recording data, charting graphs, and basically tending to various projects. Then a voice from out of the blue startled him.
"Use MY notebook!"
Beast spun around, only to find that Sidetable drawer was pestering him once again.
"Use MY notebook! MY NOTEBOOK!!!" screeched the incessant little piece of furniture.
Beast backed away in horror, and bumped into his desk.
"I thought...but I smashed you to splinters!" stammered Hank.
An evil grin slowly spread across Sidetable Drawer's...er...face? "That's what YOU think!" she cackled.
Beast lunged forward and pounded the Drawer to pieces with his fists. Then he stepped back, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The relief didn't last long. All the individual pieces started moving. To his mounting alarm, they started to grow! In no time at all, he found himself surrounded by an army of Sidetable Drawers, each with their very own notebook that they desperately wanted him to use.
"Notebook! Notebook! Notebook!" they chanted.
Beast turned and leaped over the desk, and looked around frantically for a means of escape. Then he felt something grab his leg.
"AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" he screamed. Then he looked down to see little felt people climbing allover him, tugging at his fur and chanting along with the furniture.
"Notebook! NoteBOOK! NOTEBOOK!"
Hank screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
* * *
Beast's head shot off his desk and he nearly fell off his chair. He looked about frantically and, upon finding no trace of any sentient furniture, realized that it had only been a nightmare. He sighed deeply.
I think I'll nip down to the kitchen for a bite to eat, he thought to himself. My nerves definitely need calming.
Beast was making his way down a hallway when he heard, "Hello!"
Hank jumped and spun around, expecting to see his arch nemesis, Sidetable Drawer. Instead, he spotted a two and a half foot tall man wearing a hardhat.
Hank blinked. And blinked again. Then he blinked one more time for good measure.
"Er, hello," he said uncertainly.
"You might want to watch where you step," the little man responded cheerily. "We're making repairs in this area of the mansion."
"We?" Hank looked around. To his amazement, he saw numerous, miniaturized machines working on various tasks.
"What marvellous little mechanations!" Hank exclaimed as he bent down to pick one up. It screamed. Hank recoiled in horror.
"Now, now, Lofty!" said Bob. "There's no need to be frightened!"
A second machine, smaller than the first, started winding about Hank's legs in an excited manner.
"Hi! I'm Dizzy! Who're you?" it happily cried.
Hank screamed. Then he turned and ran.
Bob scratched his head. "I wonder what's wrong with him?"
* * *
Hank didn't stop running till he had reached his lab, whereupon he opened a closet and jumped inside, slamming the door behind him.
He sat down and hugged his knees to his chest. "Everything's fine...I'm not losing my mind...everything's fine...I'm not losing my mind..." he chanted over and over again as he rocked back and forth in the pitch-blackness.
"Ola!"
Hank stiffened as every nerve in his body turned to ice. There was...someTHING...in the closet. With him.
With a trembling hand, Hank reached up and turned on the light. Very slowly, he turned his head to see who it was who had spoken. He saw no one.
"Ola!"
Hank jumped, then his eyes settled on the owner of that voice: a backpack.
Yes, a backpack with eyes and a mouth. And it was talking to him. Hank trembled down to his toes.
"Ola!" the backpack said for the third time. "Have you seen my friend, Dora?"
Hank couldn't move, much less speak. He was petrified!
Suddenly, an object peeked out from under the flap of the backpack. It looked like a piece of paper.
"I'm the map! I'm the map! I'm the map!" it sang.
Hank screamed. The door flew off its hinges as Hank bolted out of the closet. He didn't have a clue where he was going. All he knew was that he just had to get out of the mansion before any other normally inanimate objects popped out of the woodwork and tried to converse with him.
* * *
Jean and Storm where sitting in the study, enjoying a conversation and a cup of tea.
"I honestly don't know just WHAT the professor is thinking! I mean, Bob's handy enough, but the two little kids are a nightmare!" Jean commented.
"And that purple dinosaur gives me the creeps," Storm added, shuddering.
Just then, the study door flew open and Beast ran in, screaming his head off. He didn't stop to talk, but continued running out the opposite door which led to the rec room.
They watched him as he left, then returned to the conversation.
"Care for a game of tennis?" Storm asked.
"You're on!"
* * *
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