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Chapter 3: Maxwell and Sandy Visit
Stan couldn't stop panting. From the moment he had returned home, he had plopped down right in the center of his cage, breathing heavily, and hadn't moved from the very spot since. He had been lying there for two long hours, panting the life out of himself. For some reason, after leaving the clubhouse, he felt more afraid than ever. There was no way he was going to Sandy's now.
Little did he know that he didn't even have to...
"Hey, bro, we need to talk!" Sandy called out.
Stan shrieked louder and more terrifyingly than Sandy, his own sister, had ever heard him cry before. She lifted the door to his cage and scampered inside.
"No! N-no, Sandy, go home!" he cried.
"Stan! Like, what's the matter with you? Are you mad at the ham-hams or something?" Sandy said.
"Sandy, please, I just...can't talk to you right now! Just go away, sis!" Stan yelled.
Sandy gasped. What was the matter with Stan? She was only trying to help. "Stan, what is your problem? I'm not gonna, like, hurt you if that's what you're thinking!" she said. She came closer and closer to Stan until she was barely an inch away from him.
"No! No, Sandy, please, listen!" he screamed. Stan was so terrified that his eyes were shut tighter than ever. They opened wide when he stopped screaming and found Sandy's paw on his shoulder.
"I'm listening." she said serenely.
"Ah..." Stan's heart pounded harder and harder inside his chest. "L-look, Sandy, I need you to just--"
"Hey!" Maxwell's voice cried out.
"AHH!! Oh no!" Stan yelled loudly. There was Maxwell, entering the cage with what looked to be a wand in his hand. Stan immediately ran to him and kneeled before him as tears flowed down his cheeks.
"Maxwell, please, I'm so sorry, don't be mad, she's my sister, I'm her brother, it's not like that, I won't do it again, I'm sorry!!" Stan said quickly.
"Uh... Did something happen?" Maxwell said.
"Maxy! Like, what are you doing here?" Sandy said.
"He's coming for me! All my fault! It's just like last night, and the night before that, and before that, and--"
"Stan, what are you talking about? I just came to give Sandy's ribbon-wand back to her. She left it at the clubhouse because she was in such a hurry to see if you were okay!" Maxwell said.
"Oh gosh! Like, silly me, I'm so embarassed!" Sandy said, blushing as Maxwell handed her the wand. "Thanks a bunch, Maxy!" she said, making Maxwell blush.
Stan was left speechless. "That's right, what am I doing?" he thought, "Maxwell wouldn't hurt a fly! Why am I so afraid? Does that dream really have me under control that badly?"
"Well, I guess I should go now. Good luck, Sandy. And sorry I...scared you, Stan." Maxwell said, feeling unsure about what he had just said. Had he, of all people, scared the bejeesus out of Stan?
"Thanks again, Maxy!" Sandy said, waving. "Okay, anyway, what's wrong with you, Stan?"
Stan plopped down in the spot where he was before and began to weep. "I don't know, I just..."
Sandy saw her brother's tears and felt like crying herself. This was the first day in her life when she had ever seen Stan cry, and she was the only one of the ham-hams who had known Stan all her life.
"No, Stan, please don't cry." she said, putting her arms around him. "Come on, whatever it is, you can tell me, okay? That's what a sister's for." Sandy reassured.
"Well, see, for the past few nights..." Stan said, sniffling.
Chapter 3: Maxwell and Sandy Visit
Stan couldn't stop panting. From the moment he had returned home, he had plopped down right in the center of his cage, breathing heavily, and hadn't moved from the very spot since. He had been lying there for two long hours, panting the life out of himself. For some reason, after leaving the clubhouse, he felt more afraid than ever. There was no way he was going to Sandy's now.
Little did he know that he didn't even have to...
"Hey, bro, we need to talk!" Sandy called out.
Stan shrieked louder and more terrifyingly than Sandy, his own sister, had ever heard him cry before. She lifted the door to his cage and scampered inside.
"No! N-no, Sandy, go home!" he cried.
"Stan! Like, what's the matter with you? Are you mad at the ham-hams or something?" Sandy said.
"Sandy, please, I just...can't talk to you right now! Just go away, sis!" Stan yelled.
Sandy gasped. What was the matter with Stan? She was only trying to help. "Stan, what is your problem? I'm not gonna, like, hurt you if that's what you're thinking!" she said. She came closer and closer to Stan until she was barely an inch away from him.
"No! No, Sandy, please, listen!" he screamed. Stan was so terrified that his eyes were shut tighter than ever. They opened wide when he stopped screaming and found Sandy's paw on his shoulder.
"I'm listening." she said serenely.
"Ah..." Stan's heart pounded harder and harder inside his chest. "L-look, Sandy, I need you to just--"
"Hey!" Maxwell's voice cried out.
"AHH!! Oh no!" Stan yelled loudly. There was Maxwell, entering the cage with what looked to be a wand in his hand. Stan immediately ran to him and kneeled before him as tears flowed down his cheeks.
"Maxwell, please, I'm so sorry, don't be mad, she's my sister, I'm her brother, it's not like that, I won't do it again, I'm sorry!!" Stan said quickly.
"Uh... Did something happen?" Maxwell said.
"Maxy! Like, what are you doing here?" Sandy said.
"He's coming for me! All my fault! It's just like last night, and the night before that, and before that, and--"
"Stan, what are you talking about? I just came to give Sandy's ribbon-wand back to her. She left it at the clubhouse because she was in such a hurry to see if you were okay!" Maxwell said.
"Oh gosh! Like, silly me, I'm so embarassed!" Sandy said, blushing as Maxwell handed her the wand. "Thanks a bunch, Maxy!" she said, making Maxwell blush.
Stan was left speechless. "That's right, what am I doing?" he thought, "Maxwell wouldn't hurt a fly! Why am I so afraid? Does that dream really have me under control that badly?"
"Well, I guess I should go now. Good luck, Sandy. And sorry I...scared you, Stan." Maxwell said, feeling unsure about what he had just said. Had he, of all people, scared the bejeesus out of Stan?
"Thanks again, Maxy!" Sandy said, waving. "Okay, anyway, what's wrong with you, Stan?"
Stan plopped down in the spot where he was before and began to weep. "I don't know, I just..."
Sandy saw her brother's tears and felt like crying herself. This was the first day in her life when she had ever seen Stan cry, and she was the only one of the ham-hams who had known Stan all her life.
"No, Stan, please don't cry." she said, putting her arms around him. "Come on, whatever it is, you can tell me, okay? That's what a sister's for." Sandy reassured.
"Well, see, for the past few nights..." Stan said, sniffling.