Chapter 3
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'Diapers, Dreams, and Dead-on Misses'
~*~
As Lock squeezed into the pink tights that he was wearing as Cupid, he
re-read the chapter in his 'Big Book of Holidays.' about Valentine's Day.
Pausing at a picture of Cupid, he noticed that something was missing.
"Weeeeelllll... It isn't the tights...not the diaper...not the wings... OH!
It's the bow and arrows!" (A/N: Lock IS NOT, and for Brandy I repeat, IS
NOT!!! gay! Thank you for listening)
Lock decided to go to Dr. Finklestein's
lab to get some magical bows and arrows. He dropped off his order and
decided to go for a walk. He scuffed his shoes on the dirt path, not really
thinking, not really looking, until he ran into a post. "OW OW OW OWIE! I
want my mommie!" Lock stubbed his toe and went limping off towards a small
cabin in the trees. Peering in the window, he saw it was Shock's house, and
she was baking a heart-shaped cake for the Valentine's festivities. She was
so pretty. Her long, black hair was curled and swept back into a leather tie
headband. She was wearing a jean jacket open over a midriff shirt and low
ride jeans. Lock sighed, hoping that one day she would love him as much as
he loved her. Suddenly, an idea came to him. It was like the world was
turning around him, a mist rising from the depths of his heart was engulfing
him. He turned and sprinted away from the cabin as fast as he could run. He
stopped, bending over from lack of breath, outside the Doctor's laboratory.
He tiptoed inside, grabbed the bow and the two arrows and creeped out. He
again took off at a sprint, back to the cabin. Pulling back the string, he
aimed at her and shot, the golden arrow cutting through the air like a
bullet. It peirced her heart and she fell over. She will wake when I shoot
myself. Lock thought, aiming the arrow at his own chest. He released the
string, and the arrow went flying into the sky. He had missed himself. Oh
well. It won't hit anyone, anyway. No one is in the woods at this time of
day. Lock still worried as he walked home that day.
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Later
Lock walked to the clearing where the herbs Dr. Finklestein wanted were
growing. 'I can't believe that he is making me go into the forest to collect
herbs, just to pay for those arrows!' Lock thought. Suddenly, he saw a flash
of long black hair disappearing behind the trees. Shock!
Lock tiptoed quietly after Shock, pausing when she stopped in a small
clearing. Lock peered through the trees at her petit figure. Her bright red
dress hung perfectly around her knees. Then, Lock saw the other figure enter
the clearing. He was wearing a brown suit, but Lock couldn't see well enough
to make out who it was, but he could hear what they were saying.
"Oh! How I love you!" Shock said, gazing into his light blue eyes. But you
are sure you aren't too old for me, my beautiful Marcus"
"I love you too my beautiful princess. I am sure I am not too old for you.?"
said the mayor.
Lock stuffed his hand into his mouth to muffle the scream escaping his
lips. Shock...and Marcus, the mayor!?!? It couldn't be...but...oh no! When
the arrow was shot, something must have jostled his hand...or someone! Then
the arrow hit Marcus, and now they are in love.
Shock leaned closer to Marcus and, as Lock stared in shock (A/N: NO PUN!!!)
as their lips met in a kiss
"Boo!"
"This movie sucks!"
The cries came loud and fast from another section of the forest. The two
kissing people were pelted with popcorn from the same direction. The two
kissers ran away, hand in hand. Lock crept around to the area that the
popcorn was coming from. "Hello, kids!" The three figures jumped. The girl
in the cents, who had reddish-blond hair tied into a messy bun, turnd
around and glared at Lock. "SHHHH!!" she whispered. "Can't ya see we are
trying to watch a movie?!?" Lock started to stutter out an answer, when he
pulled out his herb bag and pounced, tying them all inside the bag and
dragging them back to his apartment.
"Who the hell are you?!" Lock shouted.
"We are called by name," they started. "Shea"
"Katie"
"Brandy", they all said in turn .
"Okay..." he glanced over them again. Shea had wavy, light brown hair,
streaked with pink and purple. She was wearing all black, including
lipgloss, except for her lime green eyeshadow and her blue mascara. Brandy
was wearing a yeallow shirt, yellow jeans, a blue jean jacket, and cute
shoes, all under a mess of dark brown hair and yellow eye shadow. Katie was
the one who had shushed him. Besides her red hair, she had a pink jacket
with pink fur trim, open over a white midriff tee-shirt that clung to her
and pink and white stripped pants. She also had pink shoes, bright pinkish
gold eyeshadow, and cute lip gloss. Somehow, these punk preps seemed a lot
like him, Shock, and Barrel when they were kids. "Shea, Katie, and Brandy,
that was very rude what you did back there in that clearing. I am going to
make you repay me by helping me out. I need some arrows, magical ones, to
get my true love back. I can't get them made because Dr. Finklestein hates
me, so you are going to kidnap Cupid!"
THE END OF CH. 3! YEAH!
Disclaimer: Tim Burton owns, LSB, NBC, and the mayor. I own the cabin, the
popcorn, and myself, (and the story). Shea owns herself and the movie idea. (ASGT: Yeah! That's right! I own Nightmare Before Christmas 2 and 0! And in um, I'mShock, so booyah!)
Brandy owns herself and the lack of slash.
R/R!!!!!! *Sits and looks hopeful*
~*~
'Diapers, Dreams, and Dead-on Misses'
~*~
As Lock squeezed into the pink tights that he was wearing as Cupid, he
re-read the chapter in his 'Big Book of Holidays.' about Valentine's Day.
Pausing at a picture of Cupid, he noticed that something was missing.
"Weeeeelllll... It isn't the tights...not the diaper...not the wings... OH!
It's the bow and arrows!" (A/N: Lock IS NOT, and for Brandy I repeat, IS
NOT!!! gay! Thank you for listening)
Lock decided to go to Dr. Finklestein's
lab to get some magical bows and arrows. He dropped off his order and
decided to go for a walk. He scuffed his shoes on the dirt path, not really
thinking, not really looking, until he ran into a post. "OW OW OW OWIE! I
want my mommie!" Lock stubbed his toe and went limping off towards a small
cabin in the trees. Peering in the window, he saw it was Shock's house, and
she was baking a heart-shaped cake for the Valentine's festivities. She was
so pretty. Her long, black hair was curled and swept back into a leather tie
headband. She was wearing a jean jacket open over a midriff shirt and low
ride jeans. Lock sighed, hoping that one day she would love him as much as
he loved her. Suddenly, an idea came to him. It was like the world was
turning around him, a mist rising from the depths of his heart was engulfing
him. He turned and sprinted away from the cabin as fast as he could run. He
stopped, bending over from lack of breath, outside the Doctor's laboratory.
He tiptoed inside, grabbed the bow and the two arrows and creeped out. He
again took off at a sprint, back to the cabin. Pulling back the string, he
aimed at her and shot, the golden arrow cutting through the air like a
bullet. It peirced her heart and she fell over. She will wake when I shoot
myself. Lock thought, aiming the arrow at his own chest. He released the
string, and the arrow went flying into the sky. He had missed himself. Oh
well. It won't hit anyone, anyway. No one is in the woods at this time of
day. Lock still worried as he walked home that day.
~*~
Later
Lock walked to the clearing where the herbs Dr. Finklestein wanted were
growing. 'I can't believe that he is making me go into the forest to collect
herbs, just to pay for those arrows!' Lock thought. Suddenly, he saw a flash
of long black hair disappearing behind the trees. Shock!
Lock tiptoed quietly after Shock, pausing when she stopped in a small
clearing. Lock peered through the trees at her petit figure. Her bright red
dress hung perfectly around her knees. Then, Lock saw the other figure enter
the clearing. He was wearing a brown suit, but Lock couldn't see well enough
to make out who it was, but he could hear what they were saying.
"Oh! How I love you!" Shock said, gazing into his light blue eyes. But you
are sure you aren't too old for me, my beautiful Marcus"
"I love you too my beautiful princess. I am sure I am not too old for you.?"
said the mayor.
Lock stuffed his hand into his mouth to muffle the scream escaping his
lips. Shock...and Marcus, the mayor!?!? It couldn't be...but...oh no! When
the arrow was shot, something must have jostled his hand...or someone! Then
the arrow hit Marcus, and now they are in love.
Shock leaned closer to Marcus and, as Lock stared in shock (A/N: NO PUN!!!)
as their lips met in a kiss
"Boo!"
"This movie sucks!"
The cries came loud and fast from another section of the forest. The two
kissing people were pelted with popcorn from the same direction. The two
kissers ran away, hand in hand. Lock crept around to the area that the
popcorn was coming from. "Hello, kids!" The three figures jumped. The girl
in the cents, who had reddish-blond hair tied into a messy bun, turnd
around and glared at Lock. "SHHHH!!" she whispered. "Can't ya see we are
trying to watch a movie?!?" Lock started to stutter out an answer, when he
pulled out his herb bag and pounced, tying them all inside the bag and
dragging them back to his apartment.
"Who the hell are you?!" Lock shouted.
"We are called by name," they started. "Shea"
"Katie"
"Brandy", they all said in turn .
"Okay..." he glanced over them again. Shea had wavy, light brown hair,
streaked with pink and purple. She was wearing all black, including
lipgloss, except for her lime green eyeshadow and her blue mascara. Brandy
was wearing a yeallow shirt, yellow jeans, a blue jean jacket, and cute
shoes, all under a mess of dark brown hair and yellow eye shadow. Katie was
the one who had shushed him. Besides her red hair, she had a pink jacket
with pink fur trim, open over a white midriff tee-shirt that clung to her
and pink and white stripped pants. She also had pink shoes, bright pinkish
gold eyeshadow, and cute lip gloss. Somehow, these punk preps seemed a lot
like him, Shock, and Barrel when they were kids. "Shea, Katie, and Brandy,
that was very rude what you did back there in that clearing. I am going to
make you repay me by helping me out. I need some arrows, magical ones, to
get my true love back. I can't get them made because Dr. Finklestein hates
me, so you are going to kidnap Cupid!"
THE END OF CH. 3! YEAH!
Disclaimer: Tim Burton owns, LSB, NBC, and the mayor. I own the cabin, the
popcorn, and myself, (and the story). Shea owns herself and the movie idea. (ASGT: Yeah! That's right! I own Nightmare Before Christmas 2 and 0! And in um, I'mShock, so booyah!)
Brandy owns herself and the lack of slash.
R/R!!!!!! *Sits and looks hopeful*
