*Author's note* I know someone who has a pet squirrel. Seriously. It's
the last installment of Quina and the Bag of Gummies! Hope you enjoy and
REVIEW!!
*Disclaimer* I don't own. Therefore I am.
Poor Quina. Her/his gummies are gone. Stolen by the evil force that is known as squirrel. I wonder if Qu's have constitutional rights. think of it. Obscenely fat transvestite vs. squirrel. case of the century.
Anyways.
Phase 3: Thoughts of Food
Quina sat beneath the tree in Alexandria central park. She/he currently did not posses the will the live. The gummies had been everything to it, and now they were being digested into squirrelly ATP.
"Stupid squirrel!" thought Quina, "So, blindingly cute, but so unmistakably EVIL! And the gummies! They were perfect! And now they're gone!"
"WAHHHHH!!" wailed Quina, "Why? What did the Gummies do to deserve this! WHY??!!"
After a good few minutes of wailing extremely loudly, Quina began to notice a tingly feeling in its gut.
Quina was hungry. And she/he didn't have any gummies.
Somebody was going to get hurt.
"Oh, I so hungry." moaned Quina, "Me, need, food, ugh."
Very, very slowly, Quina got to her feet. After wobbling a few times, she/he regained her balance and surveyed her surroundings.
"Let's see," thought Quina, "Tree: uneatable. Bench: nope. Cobblestone path: indigestion. Bush: maybe. Grass: looks suspicious, but highly satisfying. Worth a try.
With much effort, Quina bent down and pulled some grass out. She brought it up to her face, turned it over a few times, sniffed it, then yelled, "ITS JUST NOT THE SAME!!!"
Quina threw the grass up into the air and spun around. The gummies were just too good. Nothing could compare with their perfection. Not even that alarmingly good smell that seemed to be coming from around the trees. Nope, not even that, juicy, barbequed, spicy, aroma that was just. over. there.
"Huzhuh?" Quina mumbled. The smell was blinding its senses and luring her around the trees. It was wonderful, sweet, and horribly tempting. It was, it was.
Hotdog.
There it was, a hotdog stand in the middle of Alexandria Central Park. To Quina, it was the Gate to Heaven, and the pimply-faced kid working it, an angel.
"Whoa, hotdogs."
*~*~*~*~*
The pimply-faced kid sighed. His job at the hotdog stand was not going good. Sales were down (because of the newly opened "Ice-cream of the Future" stand on the other side of the park) and was at a risk of getting laid off. He desperately needed the 10 gil an hour, too. His girlfriend, acne medicine, and Wrinkles, his naked-mole rat, was sucking up all his dinero. (Hey, do you have any idea how much naked-mole rat food costs?! Hmph. I didn't think so.)
He sighed again. He just couldn't get rid of Wrinkles. Ashley was gonna have to go.
The pimply-faced kid looked up and saw an extremely large body-mass drunkenly waddling toward the stand. He thought he heard it mumbling "hotdogs", and "hungry."
The pimply-faced kid smiled. Maybe Ashley could stay after all.
*~*~*~*~*
Quina practically collapsed in front of the stand. She/he gasped out, "Me want, hotdog, ugh, gimme."
Smiling, the pimply-faced kid handed Quina a hotdog. She/he stuffed it into her mouth.
The hotdog was good. Very good, in fact.
For a second there, Quina forgot about the gummies.
But only for a second.
"Gimme, another one."
The pimply-faced kid gave Quina another hotdog. Again, she/he stuffed it into its mouth.
Many hotdogs later.
Quina was slouched against the stand, looking a bit larger than usual. The pimply-faced kid was still smiling but sweating like crazy.
"So, so then, the st, stupid squirrel ran off! *hic* And he ate all the g, gummies! Wahh! H, hotdog," wept Quina. She grabbed it, ate, and continued to blabber. "And th, then, I smelled the, the hotdogs, and came, and came *burp*. Ugh. Another please."
The pimply-faced kid, still smiling, handed Quina yet another hotdog.
"I came over here and, hotdog." Quina held out her/his hand, but the hotdog never came. She/he stood up and stared at the pimply faced-kid.
The pimply-faced kid's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He stammered out, "Um you, uhh, ate them all sir, er, ma'am *gulp*."
"There's no, more?" hissed Quina.
"Um, no. They're like, all gone."
Quina looked heart-broken, wait no, even worse than that. She looked liked she/he was steam-rolled, broiled, mashed, sluiced, and hung out to try in a hurricane.
"Nooo!! Why!!!"
The pimply-faced kid watched Quina run away. The ground shook slightly with every step it took.
"Boy, that was weird," he pondered "At least I sold all the hotdogs. Heh heh.
.
.
"Wait a sec." thought the pimply-faced kid, "It never, paid did it?!!!"
"AWW CRAP!!!"
*~*~*~*~*
Zidane was having a very good time. After a few cocky pick-up lines and corny jokes, he managed to get the window-shopping girls to have a drink with him at an outdoor café.
"Heh, so then I said to the guy, 'No that's MY dagger!'"
Giggles.
"And then I said."
Yes. A very good time.
Quina on the other-hand was having a horrible time. Being gummie-deprived and hotdog-stuffed, the environment had begun to swirl into a blurry mess of irregular shapes. She/he stumbled around, not really knowing what was what, but then she/he saw it.
A hotdog. Just lying there next to a table.
"Ohh. hotdog."
"I couldn't even believe that this guy was so stupid!" Zidane blabbed.
More giggles.
"I mean, who really does something like that, you know!
No giggles.
"You know!"
Still no giggles.
"Umm, Zidane," said one of the girls.
"Umm, what is that?" asked another.
"Huh?" questioned Zidane. "What's what?"
He turned around to find a drooling Quina staring.
At his tail.
"WHOA! QUINA! NO!"
Zidane jumped from his seat but he was too late. Quina had leapt with incredible agility and bit onto his tail.
"Mmph, hoffdoff."
"QUINA! NO! OFF!!!"
"Jeez Zidane, I didn't think you were this, way," said one of the girls.
"WAIT! THIS DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HOW IT REALLY IS!!"
"Yeah, whatever," said another girl as she rolled her eyes.
"NO! WAIT. UGH! GET OFF QUINA!!" Zidane yelled as he desperately tried to pull his tail from Quina's mouth.
"Bye Zidane," the last girl said as the group walked away.
"NO! LADIES! WAIT!" Zidane pleaded. His efforts were useless, however, because by the time Quina had unsucked her/his mouth from Zidane's tail, the girls were already out of sight.
"Aww, man Quina! What's your problem!?" Zidane shouted at Quina, who was currently lying on the sidewalk, dazed.
"Th, the gummies."
"I had all those girls listening to my every word and then you had to come over and ruin everything!"
"An, and the hotdogs."
"Jeez it! Don't you think about anything else?!"
"They were so yummy."
"Gawd, Quina!" Zidane said as he turned around and began walking away, leaving Quina as a burbling mass on the sidewalk.
"The gummies were perfect." whispered Quina.
Then Quina saw it. A little fuzzy ball across the street.
"And the evil squirrel."
Phase 3:
THE END, MON!
*Author's note* Hee hee! Opened ended, huh? (But then again how DO you end a story like this?) Room for a sequel. maybe!!! WHEE!!! This chapter didn't really have many "Thoughts of Food" but how much can you write about thinking about gummies? Anyway I hope you liked it! Oh yeah, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!! YOU MAKE-A me so HAPPY! And if you didn't already. REVIEW!! BYE- BYE!!!
Luv, BlueBubbles!
*Disclaimer* I don't own. Therefore I am.
Poor Quina. Her/his gummies are gone. Stolen by the evil force that is known as squirrel. I wonder if Qu's have constitutional rights. think of it. Obscenely fat transvestite vs. squirrel. case of the century.
Anyways.
Phase 3: Thoughts of Food
Quina sat beneath the tree in Alexandria central park. She/he currently did not posses the will the live. The gummies had been everything to it, and now they were being digested into squirrelly ATP.
"Stupid squirrel!" thought Quina, "So, blindingly cute, but so unmistakably EVIL! And the gummies! They were perfect! And now they're gone!"
"WAHHHHH!!" wailed Quina, "Why? What did the Gummies do to deserve this! WHY??!!"
After a good few minutes of wailing extremely loudly, Quina began to notice a tingly feeling in its gut.
Quina was hungry. And she/he didn't have any gummies.
Somebody was going to get hurt.
"Oh, I so hungry." moaned Quina, "Me, need, food, ugh."
Very, very slowly, Quina got to her feet. After wobbling a few times, she/he regained her balance and surveyed her surroundings.
"Let's see," thought Quina, "Tree: uneatable. Bench: nope. Cobblestone path: indigestion. Bush: maybe. Grass: looks suspicious, but highly satisfying. Worth a try.
With much effort, Quina bent down and pulled some grass out. She brought it up to her face, turned it over a few times, sniffed it, then yelled, "ITS JUST NOT THE SAME!!!"
Quina threw the grass up into the air and spun around. The gummies were just too good. Nothing could compare with their perfection. Not even that alarmingly good smell that seemed to be coming from around the trees. Nope, not even that, juicy, barbequed, spicy, aroma that was just. over. there.
"Huzhuh?" Quina mumbled. The smell was blinding its senses and luring her around the trees. It was wonderful, sweet, and horribly tempting. It was, it was.
Hotdog.
There it was, a hotdog stand in the middle of Alexandria Central Park. To Quina, it was the Gate to Heaven, and the pimply-faced kid working it, an angel.
"Whoa, hotdogs."
*~*~*~*~*
The pimply-faced kid sighed. His job at the hotdog stand was not going good. Sales were down (because of the newly opened "Ice-cream of the Future" stand on the other side of the park) and was at a risk of getting laid off. He desperately needed the 10 gil an hour, too. His girlfriend, acne medicine, and Wrinkles, his naked-mole rat, was sucking up all his dinero. (Hey, do you have any idea how much naked-mole rat food costs?! Hmph. I didn't think so.)
He sighed again. He just couldn't get rid of Wrinkles. Ashley was gonna have to go.
The pimply-faced kid looked up and saw an extremely large body-mass drunkenly waddling toward the stand. He thought he heard it mumbling "hotdogs", and "hungry."
The pimply-faced kid smiled. Maybe Ashley could stay after all.
*~*~*~*~*
Quina practically collapsed in front of the stand. She/he gasped out, "Me want, hotdog, ugh, gimme."
Smiling, the pimply-faced kid handed Quina a hotdog. She/he stuffed it into her mouth.
The hotdog was good. Very good, in fact.
For a second there, Quina forgot about the gummies.
But only for a second.
"Gimme, another one."
The pimply-faced kid gave Quina another hotdog. Again, she/he stuffed it into its mouth.
Many hotdogs later.
Quina was slouched against the stand, looking a bit larger than usual. The pimply-faced kid was still smiling but sweating like crazy.
"So, so then, the st, stupid squirrel ran off! *hic* And he ate all the g, gummies! Wahh! H, hotdog," wept Quina. She grabbed it, ate, and continued to blabber. "And th, then, I smelled the, the hotdogs, and came, and came *burp*. Ugh. Another please."
The pimply-faced kid, still smiling, handed Quina yet another hotdog.
"I came over here and, hotdog." Quina held out her/his hand, but the hotdog never came. She/he stood up and stared at the pimply faced-kid.
The pimply-faced kid's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He stammered out, "Um you, uhh, ate them all sir, er, ma'am *gulp*."
"There's no, more?" hissed Quina.
"Um, no. They're like, all gone."
Quina looked heart-broken, wait no, even worse than that. She looked liked she/he was steam-rolled, broiled, mashed, sluiced, and hung out to try in a hurricane.
"Nooo!! Why!!!"
The pimply-faced kid watched Quina run away. The ground shook slightly with every step it took.
"Boy, that was weird," he pondered "At least I sold all the hotdogs. Heh heh.
.
.
"Wait a sec." thought the pimply-faced kid, "It never, paid did it?!!!"
"AWW CRAP!!!"
*~*~*~*~*
Zidane was having a very good time. After a few cocky pick-up lines and corny jokes, he managed to get the window-shopping girls to have a drink with him at an outdoor café.
"Heh, so then I said to the guy, 'No that's MY dagger!'"
Giggles.
"And then I said."
Yes. A very good time.
Quina on the other-hand was having a horrible time. Being gummie-deprived and hotdog-stuffed, the environment had begun to swirl into a blurry mess of irregular shapes. She/he stumbled around, not really knowing what was what, but then she/he saw it.
A hotdog. Just lying there next to a table.
"Ohh. hotdog."
"I couldn't even believe that this guy was so stupid!" Zidane blabbed.
More giggles.
"I mean, who really does something like that, you know!
No giggles.
"You know!"
Still no giggles.
"Umm, Zidane," said one of the girls.
"Umm, what is that?" asked another.
"Huh?" questioned Zidane. "What's what?"
He turned around to find a drooling Quina staring.
At his tail.
"WHOA! QUINA! NO!"
Zidane jumped from his seat but he was too late. Quina had leapt with incredible agility and bit onto his tail.
"Mmph, hoffdoff."
"QUINA! NO! OFF!!!"
"Jeez Zidane, I didn't think you were this, way," said one of the girls.
"WAIT! THIS DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HOW IT REALLY IS!!"
"Yeah, whatever," said another girl as she rolled her eyes.
"NO! WAIT. UGH! GET OFF QUINA!!" Zidane yelled as he desperately tried to pull his tail from Quina's mouth.
"Bye Zidane," the last girl said as the group walked away.
"NO! LADIES! WAIT!" Zidane pleaded. His efforts were useless, however, because by the time Quina had unsucked her/his mouth from Zidane's tail, the girls were already out of sight.
"Aww, man Quina! What's your problem!?" Zidane shouted at Quina, who was currently lying on the sidewalk, dazed.
"Th, the gummies."
"I had all those girls listening to my every word and then you had to come over and ruin everything!"
"An, and the hotdogs."
"Jeez it! Don't you think about anything else?!"
"They were so yummy."
"Gawd, Quina!" Zidane said as he turned around and began walking away, leaving Quina as a burbling mass on the sidewalk.
"The gummies were perfect." whispered Quina.
Then Quina saw it. A little fuzzy ball across the street.
"And the evil squirrel."
Phase 3:
THE END, MON!
*Author's note* Hee hee! Opened ended, huh? (But then again how DO you end a story like this?) Room for a sequel. maybe!!! WHEE!!! This chapter didn't really have many "Thoughts of Food" but how much can you write about thinking about gummies? Anyway I hope you liked it! Oh yeah, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!! YOU MAKE-A me so HAPPY! And if you didn't already. REVIEW!! BYE- BYE!!!
Luv, BlueBubbles!