Okay, no excuses. I've been lazy. I admit that. I'll save you the tale of
terror that came along with writing this chapter *cough* TWICE! *cough*
Mercy, You rock! K, thanks to the reviewers! Everyone that reviews should get a great big hug and a lollipop.
Disclaimer is at the end! Cuz, if I put it here, then I'd spoil some of the secret lil things I've stuck in there. See if you can catch them. But don't worry if you don't, I make several obscure references.
Stephanie and Linda were going over new operating procedures when a silent alarm went off, indicating that there were intruders in the base. "How could someone get in with out us knowing?" Stephanie asked Linda turned on the surveillance monitors.
"The keys are missing," Linda said, then her skin paled and she looked as if she was about to faint.
"Mom? What's wrong?" Stephanie asked before looking at the monitor. There she saw the Undertaker and several others walking towards Linda's office. "Lock down the area!" she shouted out to Linda, but Linda did not hear her. Stephanie shook her head, and then reached for the panel to engage the lockdown sequence.
But someone grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground, Stephanie heard a soft chuckle. She looked up and was surprised by what see saw.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ronda was sitting in the rainy morning at a small diner on the corner sitting at the counter. She was waiting for the owner, Tom to pour a cup of coffee. Tom came over to where she was sitting and he filled her cup only half way full. Ronda didn't get the chance to protest because Tom was already busy greeting a woman that had just walked in; she shook her umbrella, then took off her coat and sat down as Tom walked over and kissed her on the cheek.
Ronda poured some milk into her mug, and then opened up a newspaper that somebody had left behind. She frowned as she read a story about an actor that had died while he was sleep, "Brad Swaile, never heard of him," she murmured as she turned the page to the funnies and the horoscopes.
Ronda stopped reading Beetle Bailey when she felt someone watching her. She shrugged the feeling off, and continued reading. Ronda looked to the left and noticed a woman hitching up her skirt and fixing her stockings. The woman then brushed a strand of her wet strawberry blonde hair out of her face.
The woman walked away, and Ronda watched the rain hit against the window where the woman once stood. In the distance she could hear the sounds of cathedral bells over a weather report that was on the nearby radio that stated the rain would continue well into the morning. She finished up her coffee, and checked her watch. It was nearly time for her to catch the train. She folded the paper, and left a tip for Tony.
Ronda grabbed her bag, and was about to stand up when two hands covered her eyes. "Keena? I told you not to do that anymore, you always do that after you go pet the puppies at the pet shop."
"Oh, come on. How can you mistake me for Keena?" a man asked. Ronda turned around and smiled.
"You're right, Keena smells much better," she replied. "What are you doing here Dwayne, I thought you were supposed to be at work?"
Dwayne chuckled, "I called and told them that I was feeling under the weather and I needed the day off."
"You're not sick are you?" she asked. He shook his head in response, "Oh, then why did you tae the day off?"
He wrapped his arms around her, "Because, I wanted to be with you."
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"Anything else Ma'am?" Mercy asked into her headset to the customer that was in the drive through. The customer replied with a 'no', "Alright, then your total comes to five dollars and twenty three cents. Please drive up to the second window." and drove up to the window. She finished up the order, then, turned on hr headset, "Welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you?" she said perkily.
"Uh yes," a male voice responded, "I'd like a Big Mac and fries with a large side of you," he said.
Mercy stifled a laugh, "Sorry, we're all out of the second item, it's in high demand these days, but if you drive up to the pick up window, you can get your Big Mac and fries," she said.
She opened the window when he drove up and smiled, "That'll be three dollars and twelve cents," she said before he paid her.
"In high demand?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
Mercy nodded, "Yeap, nowadays, everyone wants a lil' Mercy. So, sorry Edge, but you're out of luck."
He shook his head and laughed, "Well, too bad because you're all mine," he said before leaning out of the car and kissing her.
She giggled when the kiss ended, "Get out of here before, my manager finds us. She'll be mad if she catches me making out with a customer, again."
He pouted, "I'm hurt, I'm just a customer to you?"
Mercy rolled her eyes, "Just leave already," she said as she handed him his food, "You're holding up traffic," she said as she nodded her head towards a line of cars that had formed behind him.
"Hey, what time does your shift end?" he asked.
"In about two hours, you're picking me up right?"
Edge shrugged, "I don't know, considering how your in high demand and all, someone else might want to pick you up," he teased.
"Just shut up and get out of here, and if you're not here to pick me up when I get off, then I'm going to tell Keena that you were the one that drank her last bottle of Mountain Dew.
"Hey, I wasn't the only one that drank it, I recall a certain someone that drank more than half of it," he replied.
Mercy stuck her tongue out at Edge, "Keena loves me more. She won't hurt me."
Edge was about to give a smart ass come back. But there was honking from the cars behind him, he sighed, "You win this time. But you better not tell Keena." He said before kissing her goodbye and driving away.
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Jeff sat on a wooden bench underneath a tall shady oak tree and watched several ducks swim in the small pond that was a few feet in front of him. He tilted his head back, and stared straight up at the bits of late afternoon sunlight that shone through the dense foliage. He sighed contently, then closed his eyes and smiled as he inhaled the fresh air. He then smelled the familiar scent of honeysuckle; he chuckled to himself knowing that there wasn't any of that flowers around where he was sitting. Jeff opened his eyes, and leaned forward to see Keena sitting down on the ground in front of him smiling.
"Heya Neko-chan!" Keena greeted. "Whatcha up to?"
"Not much, I was just waiting here for you. Remember you said that I was supposed to meet you here after your class," he responded.
Keena scratched her head with her right hand, "Really? I guess I forgot about that. Sorry."
Keena flightiness and absentminded personality would aggravate most people, but Jeff, like most of her close friends, knew that it was really just a mask to hide her inner pain. Jeff leaned down further and kissed the tip of her nose, "So, what was so important that it made you forget about me?" he asked.
She grinned up at him, "Do you remember my friend Ramon?"
"The saxophone player," he said
Keena nodded, "Well, his record label Mexapolous Records, was looking for a new lead singer for their ska band 'Too Many Mexicants'."
"And?" Jeff asked.
"And he caught up with me after class and asked me to audition for the band," Keena answered.
Jeff smiled at her, "That's great Keens! So how did it go?"
"You're looking at the newest member of 'Too Many Mexicants'!" she exclaimed.
"Really?" he asked and she nodded. "Oh, I'm so proud of you Keena!" Jeff grabbed her hand and pulled her up, "We have to celebrate now."
"Ice Cream?"
"Anything you want," he told her, before hugging her and kissing her sweetly on the lips. "But we should tell the others," he said.
"They can wait," Keena said grinning.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Who are you?" Stephanie asked the clones of the three girls that she had come to know as the Keys.
Mercy turned over to Keena, "She's not the sharpest knife in the drawer now is she?"
Keena laughed, "Nope, it's a shame, because this would be a lot more fun if she was smart enough to understand what was going on. But I'd like to know how did you know that we weren't them?"
Stephanie smirked, "The real keys wouldn't be wearing that right now. We issued them modern clothes."
"Ooh she really is stupid," Mercy said before kicking Stephanie, "Never talk back to us."
She was about to kick Stephanie again, but was stopped by Undertaker. Stephanie tried to sit up, "What did you do with them?" she asked.
Undertaker knelt down in front of Stephanie, "I gave them something you could never give them, happiness. I gave them what they wanted, to be back home, and with their new loves."
"But how?" Linda asked before checking on her daughter.
Undertaker chuckled, "Never mind that. I have some demands, and if you don't meet them, I'll never tell you how to get back your precious 'Keys'," he replied.
K, here's the disclaimer!!
I, Keena Keena, so not own the individuals/ideas/etc. that are owned by Titan Sports. Ronda owns Ronda, Mercy owns Mercy, and Rockie tried to sell me to a Big Ugly Man (BUM) for a packet of skittles and some Wonderballs, but I got Hurricane~sama to beat him up and I told BUM to call Skankasauruslexis (Skanklexis) and leave me the hell alone. Rockie and I kept the candy.
I also don't own Brad Swaile (his pic is here ~ http://keena523.tripod.com/bishonen/Brad.JPG) but if I did, I'd be doing very naughty things right now. Like eating ice cream with him for dinner and poking him and telling him he's pretty and trying to touch his hair.
Don't own Beetle Bailey! The bestest comic strip ever! It taught me everything I know about the army, like that let dogs that can talk be commanding officers.
Or the song "Tom's Diner" by Suzanne Vega, which was the inspiration for Ronda's part of the chappie.
Oh, and I do NOT have anything to do with McDonalds. I just like to eat the McFlurries and Shamrock milkshakes. Lol
'Too Many Mexicants" is NOT a real ska band, it's what I'd like to call my ska band if I ever get it started so far all I have is Rockie on triangle and me doing lead vocals and rubber band guitar. And don't yell at me cuz of the Mexican thing, cuz I'm Mexican, I can do that.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! And, if you're gonna flame, come up with a creative way to do it. If you think this story show you superior writing skills in an original flame.
THANK YOU AND GOOD... morning?? Holy shiza! I must pack for my vacation; I'm leaving tonight (seriously!) in 15 hours. By everyone!! Have a safe and happy week! See ya when I get back (or maybe sooner if I can get to use my aunt's computer!)
~Keena
http://
Mercy, You rock! K, thanks to the reviewers! Everyone that reviews should get a great big hug and a lollipop.
Disclaimer is at the end! Cuz, if I put it here, then I'd spoil some of the secret lil things I've stuck in there. See if you can catch them. But don't worry if you don't, I make several obscure references.
Stephanie and Linda were going over new operating procedures when a silent alarm went off, indicating that there were intruders in the base. "How could someone get in with out us knowing?" Stephanie asked Linda turned on the surveillance monitors.
"The keys are missing," Linda said, then her skin paled and she looked as if she was about to faint.
"Mom? What's wrong?" Stephanie asked before looking at the monitor. There she saw the Undertaker and several others walking towards Linda's office. "Lock down the area!" she shouted out to Linda, but Linda did not hear her. Stephanie shook her head, and then reached for the panel to engage the lockdown sequence.
But someone grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground, Stephanie heard a soft chuckle. She looked up and was surprised by what see saw.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ronda was sitting in the rainy morning at a small diner on the corner sitting at the counter. She was waiting for the owner, Tom to pour a cup of coffee. Tom came over to where she was sitting and he filled her cup only half way full. Ronda didn't get the chance to protest because Tom was already busy greeting a woman that had just walked in; she shook her umbrella, then took off her coat and sat down as Tom walked over and kissed her on the cheek.
Ronda poured some milk into her mug, and then opened up a newspaper that somebody had left behind. She frowned as she read a story about an actor that had died while he was sleep, "Brad Swaile, never heard of him," she murmured as she turned the page to the funnies and the horoscopes.
Ronda stopped reading Beetle Bailey when she felt someone watching her. She shrugged the feeling off, and continued reading. Ronda looked to the left and noticed a woman hitching up her skirt and fixing her stockings. The woman then brushed a strand of her wet strawberry blonde hair out of her face.
The woman walked away, and Ronda watched the rain hit against the window where the woman once stood. In the distance she could hear the sounds of cathedral bells over a weather report that was on the nearby radio that stated the rain would continue well into the morning. She finished up her coffee, and checked her watch. It was nearly time for her to catch the train. She folded the paper, and left a tip for Tony.
Ronda grabbed her bag, and was about to stand up when two hands covered her eyes. "Keena? I told you not to do that anymore, you always do that after you go pet the puppies at the pet shop."
"Oh, come on. How can you mistake me for Keena?" a man asked. Ronda turned around and smiled.
"You're right, Keena smells much better," she replied. "What are you doing here Dwayne, I thought you were supposed to be at work?"
Dwayne chuckled, "I called and told them that I was feeling under the weather and I needed the day off."
"You're not sick are you?" she asked. He shook his head in response, "Oh, then why did you tae the day off?"
He wrapped his arms around her, "Because, I wanted to be with you."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Anything else Ma'am?" Mercy asked into her headset to the customer that was in the drive through. The customer replied with a 'no', "Alright, then your total comes to five dollars and twenty three cents. Please drive up to the second window." and drove up to the window. She finished up the order, then, turned on hr headset, "Welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you?" she said perkily.
"Uh yes," a male voice responded, "I'd like a Big Mac and fries with a large side of you," he said.
Mercy stifled a laugh, "Sorry, we're all out of the second item, it's in high demand these days, but if you drive up to the pick up window, you can get your Big Mac and fries," she said.
She opened the window when he drove up and smiled, "That'll be three dollars and twelve cents," she said before he paid her.
"In high demand?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
Mercy nodded, "Yeap, nowadays, everyone wants a lil' Mercy. So, sorry Edge, but you're out of luck."
He shook his head and laughed, "Well, too bad because you're all mine," he said before leaning out of the car and kissing her.
She giggled when the kiss ended, "Get out of here before, my manager finds us. She'll be mad if she catches me making out with a customer, again."
He pouted, "I'm hurt, I'm just a customer to you?"
Mercy rolled her eyes, "Just leave already," she said as she handed him his food, "You're holding up traffic," she said as she nodded her head towards a line of cars that had formed behind him.
"Hey, what time does your shift end?" he asked.
"In about two hours, you're picking me up right?"
Edge shrugged, "I don't know, considering how your in high demand and all, someone else might want to pick you up," he teased.
"Just shut up and get out of here, and if you're not here to pick me up when I get off, then I'm going to tell Keena that you were the one that drank her last bottle of Mountain Dew.
"Hey, I wasn't the only one that drank it, I recall a certain someone that drank more than half of it," he replied.
Mercy stuck her tongue out at Edge, "Keena loves me more. She won't hurt me."
Edge was about to give a smart ass come back. But there was honking from the cars behind him, he sighed, "You win this time. But you better not tell Keena." He said before kissing her goodbye and driving away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jeff sat on a wooden bench underneath a tall shady oak tree and watched several ducks swim in the small pond that was a few feet in front of him. He tilted his head back, and stared straight up at the bits of late afternoon sunlight that shone through the dense foliage. He sighed contently, then closed his eyes and smiled as he inhaled the fresh air. He then smelled the familiar scent of honeysuckle; he chuckled to himself knowing that there wasn't any of that flowers around where he was sitting. Jeff opened his eyes, and leaned forward to see Keena sitting down on the ground in front of him smiling.
"Heya Neko-chan!" Keena greeted. "Whatcha up to?"
"Not much, I was just waiting here for you. Remember you said that I was supposed to meet you here after your class," he responded.
Keena scratched her head with her right hand, "Really? I guess I forgot about that. Sorry."
Keena flightiness and absentminded personality would aggravate most people, but Jeff, like most of her close friends, knew that it was really just a mask to hide her inner pain. Jeff leaned down further and kissed the tip of her nose, "So, what was so important that it made you forget about me?" he asked.
She grinned up at him, "Do you remember my friend Ramon?"
"The saxophone player," he said
Keena nodded, "Well, his record label Mexapolous Records, was looking for a new lead singer for their ska band 'Too Many Mexicants'."
"And?" Jeff asked.
"And he caught up with me after class and asked me to audition for the band," Keena answered.
Jeff smiled at her, "That's great Keens! So how did it go?"
"You're looking at the newest member of 'Too Many Mexicants'!" she exclaimed.
"Really?" he asked and she nodded. "Oh, I'm so proud of you Keena!" Jeff grabbed her hand and pulled her up, "We have to celebrate now."
"Ice Cream?"
"Anything you want," he told her, before hugging her and kissing her sweetly on the lips. "But we should tell the others," he said.
"They can wait," Keena said grinning.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Who are you?" Stephanie asked the clones of the three girls that she had come to know as the Keys.
Mercy turned over to Keena, "She's not the sharpest knife in the drawer now is she?"
Keena laughed, "Nope, it's a shame, because this would be a lot more fun if she was smart enough to understand what was going on. But I'd like to know how did you know that we weren't them?"
Stephanie smirked, "The real keys wouldn't be wearing that right now. We issued them modern clothes."
"Ooh she really is stupid," Mercy said before kicking Stephanie, "Never talk back to us."
She was about to kick Stephanie again, but was stopped by Undertaker. Stephanie tried to sit up, "What did you do with them?" she asked.
Undertaker knelt down in front of Stephanie, "I gave them something you could never give them, happiness. I gave them what they wanted, to be back home, and with their new loves."
"But how?" Linda asked before checking on her daughter.
Undertaker chuckled, "Never mind that. I have some demands, and if you don't meet them, I'll never tell you how to get back your precious 'Keys'," he replied.
K, here's the disclaimer!!
I, Keena Keena, so not own the individuals/ideas/etc. that are owned by Titan Sports. Ronda owns Ronda, Mercy owns Mercy, and Rockie tried to sell me to a Big Ugly Man (BUM) for a packet of skittles and some Wonderballs, but I got Hurricane~sama to beat him up and I told BUM to call Skankasauruslexis (Skanklexis) and leave me the hell alone. Rockie and I kept the candy.
I also don't own Brad Swaile (his pic is here ~ http://keena523.tripod.com/bishonen/Brad.JPG) but if I did, I'd be doing very naughty things right now. Like eating ice cream with him for dinner and poking him and telling him he's pretty and trying to touch his hair.
Don't own Beetle Bailey! The bestest comic strip ever! It taught me everything I know about the army, like that let dogs that can talk be commanding officers.
Or the song "Tom's Diner" by Suzanne Vega, which was the inspiration for Ronda's part of the chappie.
Oh, and I do NOT have anything to do with McDonalds. I just like to eat the McFlurries and Shamrock milkshakes. Lol
'Too Many Mexicants" is NOT a real ska band, it's what I'd like to call my ska band if I ever get it started so far all I have is Rockie on triangle and me doing lead vocals and rubber band guitar. And don't yell at me cuz of the Mexican thing, cuz I'm Mexican, I can do that.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! And, if you're gonna flame, come up with a creative way to do it. If you think this story show you superior writing skills in an original flame.
THANK YOU AND GOOD... morning?? Holy shiza! I must pack for my vacation; I'm leaving tonight (seriously!) in 15 hours. By everyone!! Have a safe and happy week! See ya when I get back (or maybe sooner if I can get to use my aunt's computer!)
~Keena
http://