And now a very silly, pointless chapter that I needed to get out of my head. That happens a lot to me.
Another Night of Quality Time
"How did you get your head stuck in a drawer?" Roadblock groaned as he led Todd out of a room.
"I dunno," Todd shrugged as he rubbed his head.
"Okay you can go play," Roadblock sent him on his way. He looked at Cover Girl who had just walked in on the scene. They both started laughing. "How the heck he gets into these situations I will never know!"
"He's 'special'," Cover Girl shrugged.
"Oh he's special all right," Roadblock shook his head.
"Cover Girl! Cover Girl! Lance and Low Light are using the dishes for target practice again!" Fred called out. "And they won't let me play!"
"Not again!" She went to the window. "Oh great the Triplets set the back yard on fire again!"
"You're wrong!" Pietro they could hear Pietro shouting.
"No you're wrong!" Shipwreck snapped.
"You take care of the nuts outside, I'll deal with the nuts inside," Roadblock sighed as they went downstairs. He saw Shipwreck and Pietro snapping at each other.
"You're wrong Vulture Vomit!" Pietro snapped.
"You're wrong Micro Mind!" Shipwreck stuck his tongue out.
"Pukey Penguin Pants!"
"Meatball Brain!"
"Will you two knock it off! What are you fighting about now?" Roadblock shouted.
"Actually we're not," Shipwreck said. "We're just practicing for our next fight."
"Yeah it's fun!" Pietro said. "Booger Butt!"
"Big Mouth Bass!"
"CRAZY!" Roadblock screamed. "YOU ARE ALL MAKING ME CRAZY!" He left the room screaming.
"What's his problem?" Pietro asked.
"I dunno," Shipwreck shrugged. "Maybe he needs to get out more?"