TwoHeadedSquirrel: Heh heh. Heh heh. Heh heh. Heh-
Harle: SE TAIRE!! PLEASE SHUT UP!
Serge: [drooling profusely] I wuv oo duck. [realizes he is in public] Oh. I mean. This.is.not.Termina! Yeah
Termina! I was buying some elements for my grid when- [drooling] I wuv ducks.
Kid: [whispering] Ummm.Harle? I don't think you shoulda given him that duck?
Harle: [staring at Serge] What? I know not'ing of zis duck. Ahhh Monsieur Serge!!! You are so-
Janice: I GOT A POST-IT NOTE STUCK TO MY BUTT THIS MORNING!
TwoHeadedSquirrel: Ummm, Janice, I killed you off, remember?
Janice: Owh. Ummm. not really.
TwoHeadedSquirrel: -_-' Ummm. [takes Masamune] *SHLUCKKKKK!!!!*
Leena: [whispering] I find it annoying how you make your own sound effects.
TwoHeadedSquirrel: SHADDUP OR IT'S OFF TO THE SHAVING HOUSE FOR YOU!!! Anywho, I don't own Chrono Cross, or a Polish Muffin, or yet again, Post- its (I mean I own some, but not stock, or the company, or a sock, I haven't washed my socks in a while.)
Kid: Okay.ignore the mutated squirrel and let's get on with the fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Serge sat on the edge of his bed, singing an annoying song to himself. "Harle's gonna give me a duck! Harle's gonna give me a duck! A duck! A duck! A donkey with a sombrero! A-"
"SERGIEKINNSS!!!! Your tux is here!!!!" yelled Serge's mom, who resembled a gerbil in some fashions.
" Thanks ummm." 'Oh god, what's her name again?' Serge thought, 'oh well' "Thanks lady person!!! Ummm just put it in the.uh.uh..the.icebox."
"Okay honey!!!!"
Serge walked down the stairs while contemplating the world's greatest mystery, 'What sock size do I wear?' He paused only momentarily to grab the tuxedo out of the icebox. Slowly walking into the bathroom, his mind shifted to the incident yesterday. 'I hope there's no hard feelings between Leena, Kid and me.' After mulling over that for a few milliseconds, he came to a conclusion. 'Nah, I doubt it; after all they did send flowers to me today. I mean they were laced with radium, but it's the thought that counts'. Several eons passed before Serge managed to get into his tux.
"AWWWWW. MY LITTLE SERGIEKINNS IS ALL GROWN UP AND GOING ON A DATE WITH A BOLIVIAN CLOWN!!!" screeched his Mom, as he was about to leave the house.
A large sweat drop settled on Serge's head. "Ummm Mom? She's French."
"I KNOW DEAR!!! I WISH I HAD A BICYCLE TOO!"
"Urkkkkkk." said Serge as the weight of the sweat drop became unbearable. "I'll just be going now."
Serge arrived at Harle's house, which was actually in the dimensional vortex, on time. How this feat was accomplished we'll never know. He rang the doorbell, which was set to the tune "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts".
"Hold on Monsieur! Moi is coming!!!" The door opened, to reveal Harle, who was dressed in her normal attire. Unfortunately, Serge, who was so excited about getting a duck that his perceptions had changed, said,
" Nice clothes! Are the new?"
Startling, the clothes were new, just in the same fashion. This comment of course, overjoyed Harle to the point that she once more resumed her perch on Serge's head. "So, Harle, ummm when can I get the duck?"
"Ze watere poule shall be yourz once ze ball iz overe, but, until zen ze duck iz mine." Harle said. A sudden wave of sadness washed over her. "Ummm.Monsieur?" she ventured, "Even when you get ze duck.do you t'ink zat moi will still be able to come overe and vizit him?"
Serge saw the tears that brimmed in her eyes. "Of course." He responded softly. Harle smiled as a single glistening tear rolled down her cheek.
"Merci!"
That's the end of Chapta 3!!! Okay, Okay, I know you expected the part about the ball to come up, but I felt that this solemn "duck remembrance" needed to be put in and it would be a good place to end the chapter. BUT, I PROMISE UPON MY.ummm. CAT'S FLEA COMB, THAT I, TWOHEADEDSQUIRREL, SHALL PUT UP CHAPTER 4 BEFORE THE 20th OF OCTOBER!!!! AND IT SHALL INCLUDE ALL THAT STUFF YOU WANTED!!!!!!! UNTIL THEN, PLEASE READ OVER AGAIN AND REVIEW!!!! ^.^
Harle: SE TAIRE!! PLEASE SHUT UP!
Serge: [drooling profusely] I wuv oo duck. [realizes he is in public] Oh. I mean. This.is.not.Termina! Yeah
Termina! I was buying some elements for my grid when- [drooling] I wuv ducks.
Kid: [whispering] Ummm.Harle? I don't think you shoulda given him that duck?
Harle: [staring at Serge] What? I know not'ing of zis duck. Ahhh Monsieur Serge!!! You are so-
Janice: I GOT A POST-IT NOTE STUCK TO MY BUTT THIS MORNING!
TwoHeadedSquirrel: Ummm, Janice, I killed you off, remember?
Janice: Owh. Ummm. not really.
TwoHeadedSquirrel: -_-' Ummm. [takes Masamune] *SHLUCKKKKK!!!!*
Leena: [whispering] I find it annoying how you make your own sound effects.
TwoHeadedSquirrel: SHADDUP OR IT'S OFF TO THE SHAVING HOUSE FOR YOU!!! Anywho, I don't own Chrono Cross, or a Polish Muffin, or yet again, Post- its (I mean I own some, but not stock, or the company, or a sock, I haven't washed my socks in a while.)
Kid: Okay.ignore the mutated squirrel and let's get on with the fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Serge sat on the edge of his bed, singing an annoying song to himself. "Harle's gonna give me a duck! Harle's gonna give me a duck! A duck! A duck! A donkey with a sombrero! A-"
"SERGIEKINNSS!!!! Your tux is here!!!!" yelled Serge's mom, who resembled a gerbil in some fashions.
" Thanks ummm." 'Oh god, what's her name again?' Serge thought, 'oh well' "Thanks lady person!!! Ummm just put it in the.uh.uh..the.icebox."
"Okay honey!!!!"
Serge walked down the stairs while contemplating the world's greatest mystery, 'What sock size do I wear?' He paused only momentarily to grab the tuxedo out of the icebox. Slowly walking into the bathroom, his mind shifted to the incident yesterday. 'I hope there's no hard feelings between Leena, Kid and me.' After mulling over that for a few milliseconds, he came to a conclusion. 'Nah, I doubt it; after all they did send flowers to me today. I mean they were laced with radium, but it's the thought that counts'. Several eons passed before Serge managed to get into his tux.
"AWWWWW. MY LITTLE SERGIEKINNS IS ALL GROWN UP AND GOING ON A DATE WITH A BOLIVIAN CLOWN!!!" screeched his Mom, as he was about to leave the house.
A large sweat drop settled on Serge's head. "Ummm Mom? She's French."
"I KNOW DEAR!!! I WISH I HAD A BICYCLE TOO!"
"Urkkkkkk." said Serge as the weight of the sweat drop became unbearable. "I'll just be going now."
Serge arrived at Harle's house, which was actually in the dimensional vortex, on time. How this feat was accomplished we'll never know. He rang the doorbell, which was set to the tune "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts".
"Hold on Monsieur! Moi is coming!!!" The door opened, to reveal Harle, who was dressed in her normal attire. Unfortunately, Serge, who was so excited about getting a duck that his perceptions had changed, said,
" Nice clothes! Are the new?"
Startling, the clothes were new, just in the same fashion. This comment of course, overjoyed Harle to the point that she once more resumed her perch on Serge's head. "So, Harle, ummm when can I get the duck?"
"Ze watere poule shall be yourz once ze ball iz overe, but, until zen ze duck iz mine." Harle said. A sudden wave of sadness washed over her. "Ummm.Monsieur?" she ventured, "Even when you get ze duck.do you t'ink zat moi will still be able to come overe and vizit him?"
Serge saw the tears that brimmed in her eyes. "Of course." He responded softly. Harle smiled as a single glistening tear rolled down her cheek.
"Merci!"
That's the end of Chapta 3!!! Okay, Okay, I know you expected the part about the ball to come up, but I felt that this solemn "duck remembrance" needed to be put in and it would be a good place to end the chapter. BUT, I PROMISE UPON MY.ummm. CAT'S FLEA COMB, THAT I, TWOHEADEDSQUIRREL, SHALL PUT UP CHAPTER 4 BEFORE THE 20th OF OCTOBER!!!! AND IT SHALL INCLUDE ALL THAT STUFF YOU WANTED!!!!!!! UNTIL THEN, PLEASE READ OVER AGAIN AND REVIEW!!!! ^.^