The Christmas Cat
Chapter 3- Chicken Legs and Tabby Cats
by Vickietori
** Heyo pplz! I know I haven't been good about keeping the story flowing well, but now that I have this chappy up I think I will be on a roll!!! Actually, I have no idea what I'm rambling on about ^_^' Well, just enjoy the chappy ^_^ Oh and also enjoy the song I typed up for all of you**
Disclaimer: Didn't I say already that these things are really stupid?? *long pause* Enough said.
Quick note to CrystalHorse72: NO!!!!! I DID NOT STEAL YOUR SCENE!!!!! CAN'T YOU TELL THE DIFFERENCE??!! Sheish! Anywhoo, don't worry... I give you... SOME credit for this chappy ^_~
Rhythms
by Sum 41
Mad in a way, but I don't say
It's what you're used to.
I got the words but can't convey.
I know you'll turn it all around,
Cause that's the rhythms that you go through.
Get it back and you're not obliged to say,
Not intact but you're better off anyway.
Somehow it's never up to me.
What if I would say?
Simple words I can't relate.
I don't place upon your view,
It's the rhythms that you go through.
I know what I want,
You just take me through the motions.
I know what I want,
And that's more then you can say.
Since you found me out,
Since you found me out,
Since you found me out,
Since you found me out.
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Chapter 3
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asked Scott walking in the front door of Neil and his ex-wife's house. Neil was waiting for someone to come into his house... someone he didn't want there. He was standing beside Scott with a rolling pin in his hand. What are you doing?? There was a moment's pause when nothing was said, and Scott's sarcastic eyes were the only movement. Neil on the other hand was standing still in a position with the rolling pin gripped like a baseball bat. He let his shoulders rest with a sigh.
Sorry Scott, he said looking around, with his rolling pin still gripped. There was another moment's silence.
Sooo... what are you doing?? Scott looked at the psychiatrist with a tone of I hate you' in his voice.
I'm waiting for your little North Pole friends to come back, he growled looking around some more.
Oh... you got another little visit to your kitchen from Bernard again, didn't you?? Scott put his hands on his hips and looked at Neil. Neil looked confused.
Whose Bernard?? he asked lowering his rolling pin. Scott rolled his eyes. A noise came from the next room, and immediately, Neil's rolling pin took a ready position in the air once again.
I'll take care of this one, sighed Scott walking into the next room leaving Neil trailing behind him with his precious' rolling pin. Scott looked behind him and saw Neil following him. I meant for you to stay here, he said annoyingly. Obviously you haven't done this before,' he thought to himself.
Neil nodded and looked slightly embarrassed from his stupidity. Scott shook his head and walked through the kitchen door, only to find Bernard, Tomaso, and a bowl on top of the high kitchen counter with a chicken leg sitting in it.
Oh... Hiya Santa! greeted Bernard picking up Tomaso and putting him on the counter beside the bowl.
Uh, Bernard?? What are you doing??
Well I didn't want to burden Judy with more cooking, and I needed to find Tomaso some grub... so I came here! I knew it would be a good place to find grub! He looked up and licked his lips. I can still remember that pitta bread taco thing I ate here... He shook his head and looked back at Santa.
You know the doctor' doesn't like you in here, he scolded putting his hands on his hips again.
Scott?? Who are you talking to?? came a muffled version of Neil's voice from behind the door. Scott raised his eyebrows.
But go ahead and pig out! He doesn't care... Some tapping came from the other side of the door. ... That much. Bernard smiled and laughed silently. Tomaso was now nibbling at the chicken leg.
Scott opened the door and found Neil, still with a rolling pin in his hands.
Promise not to freak?? asked Scott. Neil looked at him, his stupidity making Scott forget he was a doctor... or psychiatrist. Scott pushed Neil through the door.
Whose this?? demanded Neil.
Bernard put down his mustard bottle and looked at Neil. Oh don't tell me you don't remember me! Neil shook his head, eyes locked on the stranger'.
Neil, this is Bernard... the one who comes into your kitchen more often then you think. Bernard waved with a sly and guilty grin on his face and mustard on the side of his cheek. Tomaso sat on the edge of the kitchen counter and mewed as a substitute for a grin.
And whose that?? demanded Neil raising his voice and pointing at Tomaso.
Hey hey hey! said Bernard putting down his sandwich. He picked up Tomaso and stroked him in his arms. You don't deserve to get Tomaso's attention. Tomaso swung his tail to each side tauntingly.
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How was I supposed to know that the Weird Sweater Guy was allergic to cats?? protested Bernard walking beside Santa back at the workshop at the North Pole.
You weren't supposed to be there in the first place, replied Scott.
But Tomaso needed something to eat! And you told me it was okay to...
A chicken leg?? demanded Scott stopping in the middle of the busy workshop.
Bernard shrugged his shoulders. I'm an amateur at this pet stuff! What can I say?? I knew he needed something to eat, and I panicked!
Bernard, didn't I tell you that having a pet would be a big responsibility?? There was a pause between the two of them.
Well you see that part is a bit blurry... claimed Bernard in defense scratching his head trying' to remember Scott warning him about that. He stopped his faking and looked at Santa. Don't worry Mr. C! It was a one time mistake... no biggie! He walked away with nothing more to say.
Mr. C?? Scott said to himself, unsure of Bernard's new lingo.' Just then, the double doors of the Workshop opened. All of the elves immediately stopped their work and looked up towards the doorway. Whenever someone important came, they always used the front doors... until now.
Passing through the doors was a girl (about Bernard's age only in human years) who was bundled up in layers of winter clothing and a beanie cap on her head. She walked inside and pulled the cap off, revealing beautiful blonde hair, a little longer then her shoulders. Her fair cheeks were pink with the sudden warm air hitting her face. She looked around at everyone, and smiled sweetly revealing her pearly whites.
The workshop filled with whispers everywhere. All of the elves started gossiping about the newcomer immediately.
Who is that?? whispered Bernard, returning to his place beside Scott. Scott looked at Bernard, a little startled that his trusty elf was still beside him.
I don't know! said Scott irritably. He walked to the double doors, pushing through crowds of whispering elves. Can I help you?? he asked the stranger.
Um... yeah, smiled the girl. Where am I??
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How come no one picked her up on radar?? demanded Scott in a bit of a tissy fit.
We're sorry, sir, replied an elf working with a bunch of electronic equipment. But she didn't even come up on radar!
What do you mean she didn't come up on radar??
Look here, sir, the elf said pointing to a re-run of the radar screen from the time the girl arrived. See, sir... there are no traces of her anywhere!
Is the darn thing broken or something?? asked Scott.
It was working fine yesterday, sir, said another little elf from the other side of the room.
Well isn't that great! exasperated Scott. Now we have a human here who has no idea how she got here and...! The door to the control room opened.
Excuse me, said the girl poking her head through the titanium door. A couple of the male elves faces turned pink as they realized that the girl was only wearing a red and green striped towel. But do any of you know how to turn on the showers here??
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What was I supposed to do?? Just leave her out there as you trudged away??
Well giving her a room to stay in wasn't exactly what I had in mind, Bernard! Scott and Bernard were having a not so private conversation, regardless to the fact that Scott was yelling so loudly that practically the entire North Pole could hear him. Outside of Santa's office, there were a group of elves, including Judy, getting every word of what he said so they could spread around more gossip. But Judy didn't care about the gossip... she wanted to find out who the stranger was for herself.
Have you even seen her smile?? When she asked me if there was a place for her to stay, I panicked! explained Bernard with several hand gestures, making his cup of cocoa spill a little.
Oh sure! You panicked like you did with Tomaso, eh??
Mr. C... I'm sorry but...
Bernard, it's Santa... not Mr. C,
Sorry mister... Scott shot Bernard a mean face. ... Santa, but what would you have done??
Scott opened his mouth to protest some more, but Bernard's words made him think. He sighed heavily and sat on a chair beside Bernard. I probably would've done the same thing as you, he admitted stroking back his normal colored black hair.
Well now that everything's straightened out, I think I should be checking up on Terri now... Bernard got up from his chair and was ready to take a big step to the door.
asked Scott grabbing Bernard's shirt and pulling him backwards. Bernard toppled over himself a bit before straightening himself and answered the Big Guy.
That's her name... he explained adjusting his hat. He looked at Scott and put his hands on his hips. She's a 17 year old girl who still believes in you, just in case you were wondering. Scott folded his arms, quite content on knowing at least some teenagers believed in him besides Charlie. She lives in Boston in the United States and loves shopping and going to the mall... he trailed off noticing Scott's eyebrows raise.
And she's a very open girl... he assumed.
agreed Bernard slapping his hands on his thighs and sitting back down again. A silent moment passed between the two of them.
So, what are we going to do about her?? finally asked Scott looking at Bernard.
Don't look at me, said Bernard getting to his feet. You make the decisions around here... I just follow them. And with nothing more to say, he left the room.
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Your story still remains
It's so unlike still you stay the same,
And all the while you're counting on your day to come,
But nothing ever told you.
You would say that it's only for a day.
Yesterday's last week tomorrow's on it's way.
And I'm falling faster all the time.
What if I would say?
Simple words I can't relate.
What came easy is now too late.
And it was always standing right in front of me.
I know what I want,
You just take me through the motions.
I know what I want,
And that's more then you can say.
All the time you thought worth saving,
You still end up with memories fading.
After all that you wouldn't do,
It makes no sense,
But it's that rhythms that you go through.
I know what I want,
You just take me through the motions.
I know what I want,
And that's more than you can say.
I know what I want,
You just take me through the motions.
I know what I want,
And that's more then you can say.
Since you found me out,
Since you found me out,
Since you found me out,
Since you found me out.