"So, Monsieur, as moi was saying, theez ball, moi has deux ticke-"
"I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF TALKING CLOWN!!!" screamed Leena.
"Heh, we all know it was me-" Kid began
"AHH!! YOU ARE SO STUPID! ZEES CONVERZATION EEZ BETWEEN MOI AND SERGE!!! NOBODY ELZE MUST INTERVENE!!!"
"YEW WISH YA CIRCUS FREAK!!!"
"POULE!"
"YEW TALK IN ENGLISH YA HEAR ME FREAK?"
"NON!!! VOUS ONDATRA!!!"
"ERRRRRRR!!!! SHADDUP!!!"
"So, Serge," Leena coyly slipped next to him while Harle and Kid were fighting. "I hear that the winter ball is coming up and I-"
"You! Leetle femme! Why don't you go home and babyzit zoze ratz of yours!" Harle said mockingly, still happily perched on Serge's head.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-"
"CALM DOWN LADIES!!!" Serge yelled. "Now, What is it you want to ask me. Harle, you go first. Harle smiled and stuck her tongue out at Leena. "Monsieur Serge, I was wondering if you would go to ze ball wit moi."
"HEY! THAT'S WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY!!!" shouted Leena and Kid in unison.
'Oh boy' thought Serge. 3 angry women.
"So Serge who's it gonna be?" asked Kid.
"Errrrr." replied Serge, blushing. "Ummmmm"
"Monsieur!!!! Look at what moi has! A watere poule!" Harle cried, flourishing a chubby duck. Serge was instantly riveted by the sight of the fowl. Two words barely escaped his mouth.
"A duck?"
Harle smiled. She was a shoo-in. "Oui Monsieur! A duck. It is ze breed "Polish Muffin".
"Polish Muffin?" Serge asked tentatively, a strong look of desire in his eyes.
"Oui!" said Harle, smiling winningly.
"What time do you want me to pick you up Harle?"
That's it for Chapta 2!!! Please review!!! Tune in next time to see how the ball goes, between vengeful girls, an attack from post-it notes, and a polish muffin!
"I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF TALKING CLOWN!!!" screamed Leena.
"Heh, we all know it was me-" Kid began
"AHH!! YOU ARE SO STUPID! ZEES CONVERZATION EEZ BETWEEN MOI AND SERGE!!! NOBODY ELZE MUST INTERVENE!!!"
"YEW WISH YA CIRCUS FREAK!!!"
"POULE!"
"YEW TALK IN ENGLISH YA HEAR ME FREAK?"
"NON!!! VOUS ONDATRA!!!"
"ERRRRRRR!!!! SHADDUP!!!"
"So, Serge," Leena coyly slipped next to him while Harle and Kid were fighting. "I hear that the winter ball is coming up and I-"
"You! Leetle femme! Why don't you go home and babyzit zoze ratz of yours!" Harle said mockingly, still happily perched on Serge's head.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-"
"CALM DOWN LADIES!!!" Serge yelled. "Now, What is it you want to ask me. Harle, you go first. Harle smiled and stuck her tongue out at Leena. "Monsieur Serge, I was wondering if you would go to ze ball wit moi."
"HEY! THAT'S WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY!!!" shouted Leena and Kid in unison.
'Oh boy' thought Serge. 3 angry women.
"So Serge who's it gonna be?" asked Kid.
"Errrrr." replied Serge, blushing. "Ummmmm"
"Monsieur!!!! Look at what moi has! A watere poule!" Harle cried, flourishing a chubby duck. Serge was instantly riveted by the sight of the fowl. Two words barely escaped his mouth.
"A duck?"
Harle smiled. She was a shoo-in. "Oui Monsieur! A duck. It is ze breed "Polish Muffin".
"Polish Muffin?" Serge asked tentatively, a strong look of desire in his eyes.
"Oui!" said Harle, smiling winningly.
"What time do you want me to pick you up Harle?"
That's it for Chapta 2!!! Please review!!! Tune in next time to see how the ball goes, between vengeful girls, an attack from post-it notes, and a polish muffin!