A/N-Finaly! What a few of u have been asking for! I am adding the second
chapter 2 what was once the fic called 'The Puddle.' This chapter was born
in my boring 5/6(Reading Period) and during a donkey basketball game. It
isn't very long, but I wrote it in a notebook and my friends(AKA my
toughest critics) who luv Scrubs read it and said it was hilarious. Well,
here it is!
Disclaimer-I do not own J.D., Turk, or any Scrubs person at all. NBC owns them. Well, not the actors but...oh u kno what i mean! I only own the peeps u neva heard of and the Turk's custom made pencils. _____________________________________________________________
2. The Pencil Emergancy
J.D. continued to the dry erase board. Turk and Elliot had already left. J.D. sighed and looked to see where he was assigned. He then turned and walked back to where the janitor was. He walked past him, making sure he stepped over the big water puddles purposely placed there.
J.D. walked into the room he was supposed to be at. He was assinged a check- up appoitnment with that boy who eats stuff. I don't remember the boy's name, so I'm just going to call him Jim.
When J.D. saw Jim, Jim was eating something that appeared to be small, white and fluffy. It was either a very tiny kitten or a cotton ball, but J.D. settled for cotton ball, since he didn't know where Jim would find a tiny kitten in a doctor's office.
J.D.-Jim, don't eat that.
Jim-But I'm hungry!
J.D.-Then go buy a candy bar from a vending machine.
Jim-But I want this.
J.D.-No, gimme that.
Jim-No!
J.D.-Yes!
Jim pulls it away.
J.D.-Give it!
Jim stuffs it in his mouth!
J.D. sighs and squeezes Jim's cheeks and he spit it into J.D.'s palm.
J.D.-Eeew
He tosses it to the garbage can, misses and it sticks to the wall.
J.D. takes a tounge depresser from a jar on the counter.
J.D.-Open and say 'ahh' and don't eat it
Jim opens his mouth and J.D. sticks the depresser in it as Turk walks in, carrying a bunch of unsharpened dark green pencils in both hands.
Turk-Hey J.D. check this out. I got custom made pencils!
J.D.-Why?(Jim-Ahhhh....)
Turk-So if someone takes it, we can say, 'Hey, gimme back my pencil.' And they'll say, 'Hey, this pencil ain't yours.' Then we can say, 'Yeah, it is.' And when they say, 'I don't see your name on it,' we can say, ' Yeah, I think you do.'
Turk hands J.D. a pencil and Jim bites down on the wooden depresser.
Turk-Jim! Spit that out!
J.D.-Turk, these penils aren't custom made for us.
Turk-What do u mean?
J.D.-These pencils are made for a Jamacan guy who lives in Germany named Bob.
Turk-What!?
J.D.-yeah, look.
The pencil read: BOB, JAMACAN RESIDANT OF BERLIN, GERMANY
Turk-Stupid pencil man! He gave me the wrong pencils!
J.D. hands the pencil absently to Jim, who takes it and stares hungrily at it.
Turk-Wait a minute. How can a Jamacan man live in Berlin?
J.D.-I dunno. Maybe maybe he was born in Jamaca and moved to Berlin. Why are you asking me? I'm not Bob's keeper!
Jim sticks the pencil in his mouth and bites into it.
J.D.-Uh Turk? I think Jim just ate your pencil(A/N-Sounds REALLY wrong!!)
Turk-No! That's my Bob pencil!
Turk tries to pull it out of Jim's mouth, but Jim already swallowed.
J.D.-Great. I really don't think that wood will digest in his system!
Turk-Well, we better get him to a stomach pump.
J.D.-Yep. Come on, Jim.
Jim burps and follows Turk and J.D. out of the room, but not before grabbing a rubber glove from the counter for a little snack. ____________________________________________________________________________
Okay! That was really short, and probebly not any good. But, oh well. If u think it's good, tell me. I thank all of u that have given me suggestions. Please, I could use some more. If I get more reviews or ideas(which ever comes first) then I will add another chapter. Well, hope u r enjoying my fic! GTG! Feel free 2 e-mail me any time!-ZeroZeroni
Disclaimer-I do not own J.D., Turk, or any Scrubs person at all. NBC owns them. Well, not the actors but...oh u kno what i mean! I only own the peeps u neva heard of and the Turk's custom made pencils. _____________________________________________________________
2. The Pencil Emergancy
J.D. continued to the dry erase board. Turk and Elliot had already left. J.D. sighed and looked to see where he was assigned. He then turned and walked back to where the janitor was. He walked past him, making sure he stepped over the big water puddles purposely placed there.
J.D. walked into the room he was supposed to be at. He was assinged a check- up appoitnment with that boy who eats stuff. I don't remember the boy's name, so I'm just going to call him Jim.
When J.D. saw Jim, Jim was eating something that appeared to be small, white and fluffy. It was either a very tiny kitten or a cotton ball, but J.D. settled for cotton ball, since he didn't know where Jim would find a tiny kitten in a doctor's office.
J.D.-Jim, don't eat that.
Jim-But I'm hungry!
J.D.-Then go buy a candy bar from a vending machine.
Jim-But I want this.
J.D.-No, gimme that.
Jim-No!
J.D.-Yes!
Jim pulls it away.
J.D.-Give it!
Jim stuffs it in his mouth!
J.D. sighs and squeezes Jim's cheeks and he spit it into J.D.'s palm.
J.D.-Eeew
He tosses it to the garbage can, misses and it sticks to the wall.
J.D. takes a tounge depresser from a jar on the counter.
J.D.-Open and say 'ahh' and don't eat it
Jim opens his mouth and J.D. sticks the depresser in it as Turk walks in, carrying a bunch of unsharpened dark green pencils in both hands.
Turk-Hey J.D. check this out. I got custom made pencils!
J.D.-Why?(Jim-Ahhhh....)
Turk-So if someone takes it, we can say, 'Hey, gimme back my pencil.' And they'll say, 'Hey, this pencil ain't yours.' Then we can say, 'Yeah, it is.' And when they say, 'I don't see your name on it,' we can say, ' Yeah, I think you do.'
Turk hands J.D. a pencil and Jim bites down on the wooden depresser.
Turk-Jim! Spit that out!
J.D.-Turk, these penils aren't custom made for us.
Turk-What do u mean?
J.D.-These pencils are made for a Jamacan guy who lives in Germany named Bob.
Turk-What!?
J.D.-yeah, look.
The pencil read: BOB, JAMACAN RESIDANT OF BERLIN, GERMANY
Turk-Stupid pencil man! He gave me the wrong pencils!
J.D. hands the pencil absently to Jim, who takes it and stares hungrily at it.
Turk-Wait a minute. How can a Jamacan man live in Berlin?
J.D.-I dunno. Maybe maybe he was born in Jamaca and moved to Berlin. Why are you asking me? I'm not Bob's keeper!
Jim sticks the pencil in his mouth and bites into it.
J.D.-Uh Turk? I think Jim just ate your pencil(A/N-Sounds REALLY wrong!!)
Turk-No! That's my Bob pencil!
Turk tries to pull it out of Jim's mouth, but Jim already swallowed.
J.D.-Great. I really don't think that wood will digest in his system!
Turk-Well, we better get him to a stomach pump.
J.D.-Yep. Come on, Jim.
Jim burps and follows Turk and J.D. out of the room, but not before grabbing a rubber glove from the counter for a little snack. ____________________________________________________________________________
Okay! That was really short, and probebly not any good. But, oh well. If u think it's good, tell me. I thank all of u that have given me suggestions. Please, I could use some more. If I get more reviews or ideas(which ever comes first) then I will add another chapter. Well, hope u r enjoying my fic! GTG! Feel free 2 e-mail me any time!-ZeroZeroni