Okay, this is my first TS fic, so GIVE ME A BREAK, that is, if it totally
sucks :)
Disclamer: I do not own Time Squad. If I did, I would not be feasting on a fire cracker popsicle while painting my toenails with marker. I would be feasting on many fire cracker popsicles while having someone ELSE paint my toenails with a marker. Do not sue me....I do not own anything you would want. Well, okay. I own this piece of peperoni pizza and this cool little plastic car. *eats pizza* Well, Now I own this cool little car. *Wheels fall off* ...You can have this.
A/N: I just felt like writing that A/N there...made me feel important :)
Chapter 1
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"Beep Beep Beep Beeeeeeep!"
"No, Larry, I don't want those banana-nut muffins for breakfast!"
"Otto! Wake up!"
"No, Larry, I'm allergic to bean paste!"
"OTTO!"
"Wha-What?" Otto asked sleepily, falling off his bed.
"Otto, we have a misson, so get your butt outta' bed, and don't call me Larry!"
"Sorry Tudrussel" Otto smiled, then ran to get dressed, "What was that about Larry?"
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"Okay Larry, let's hear our misson." Tudrussel said, as Larry 3000 expertly typed in the codes on the keyboard.
"Okay, let's see..."Larry replied, as the computer screen lit up.
"1999, Otto Osworth" Larry read, then him and Tudrussel stared at Otto.
"Uh-oh." was all Otto could say.
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So, how was it? Don't just sit there wondering, it's not a rhetorical question, answer it! See that little button there? The reply one? It's calling you. Can't you hear?
"Cllllllllick me. Clllllllllllick me!"
It wants you to click. Don't get mad. Get glad. Then reply to my story :)
If you don't reply, I will come after you with my crazed gerbils. I have to find them first though.....
Disclamer: I do not own Time Squad. If I did, I would not be feasting on a fire cracker popsicle while painting my toenails with marker. I would be feasting on many fire cracker popsicles while having someone ELSE paint my toenails with a marker. Do not sue me....I do not own anything you would want. Well, okay. I own this piece of peperoni pizza and this cool little plastic car. *eats pizza* Well, Now I own this cool little car. *Wheels fall off* ...You can have this.
A/N: I just felt like writing that A/N there...made me feel important :)
Chapter 1
_____________________
"Beep Beep Beep Beeeeeeep!"
"No, Larry, I don't want those banana-nut muffins for breakfast!"
"Otto! Wake up!"
"No, Larry, I'm allergic to bean paste!"
"OTTO!"
"Wha-What?" Otto asked sleepily, falling off his bed.
"Otto, we have a misson, so get your butt outta' bed, and don't call me Larry!"
"Sorry Tudrussel" Otto smiled, then ran to get dressed, "What was that about Larry?"
___________________
"Okay Larry, let's hear our misson." Tudrussel said, as Larry 3000 expertly typed in the codes on the keyboard.
"Okay, let's see..."Larry replied, as the computer screen lit up.
"1999, Otto Osworth" Larry read, then him and Tudrussel stared at Otto.
"Uh-oh." was all Otto could say.
____________
So, how was it? Don't just sit there wondering, it's not a rhetorical question, answer it! See that little button there? The reply one? It's calling you. Can't you hear?
"Cllllllllick me. Clllllllllllick me!"
It wants you to click. Don't get mad. Get glad. Then reply to my story :)
If you don't reply, I will come after you with my crazed gerbils. I have to find them first though.....