THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW
INCIDENT SEVEN: Tho-omas?
Today was not a happy day in the home of the Gung-Ho Guns, for you see today was the day that the Thomas stables must be cleaned, and unfortunately it was Legato's turn. Of course, our favorite psychic threw a royal fit about it, too.
The poor telepathic psychopath trudged down the hall, apparently drowning himself in the self-pity pool, whining the whole while, "Stupid Thomases. Stupid Gung-Ho Guns. Stupid Master!"
Legato opened the door to the Thomas stables, still complaining, and stomped over to the nearly-identical creatures, bent over to their level, and glared.
"Thoooo-mas?" the creature squeaked, confusedly.
Legato jumped back a foot or six. He thought Thomases were only supposed to grunt?
"Thoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssss!" The creature nodded it's head, managing to sound disturbingly similar to a human saying "wasssssssssssup?".
Legato took a cautious step towards the animal, who was waiting patiently for an answer, "Err. Thomas?" Legato tried.
The Thomas sat up a bit, happy that the blue-haired man had finally acknowledged him, and started up a conversation, for you know, Thomases are most talkative animals, "Thomas! Thomas! Thom thom mas mas thomas mas thom thom mas THOMAS!"
Legato blinked at the beast, unsure of what to do. He wasn't sure what exactly it had just told him, and he didn't want to make it angry. Bad things happened when Thomases got angry.
That was when the other one started..
"Thomas thom thom mas thom mas thom thomas."
And then the other..
"Mas thom!"
Then the two across the room joined in.
"Thomas thom!" / "Mas mas Thom!"
Soon the entire stable of Thomases were jumping up and down with excited chatter. While Legato slowly sank to his knees, hands covering his ears, trying to block out the sound of all the Thomases and their little social event. Soon he ended up in the fetal position in the corner..
And that was how Midvalley found him an hour later. Of course the Thomases had stopped talking by then, after agreeing that lemonade did NOT taste good made with oranges, and of course, nobody believed poor Legato when he told them that the Thomases had a secret language that only they spoke. Perhaps the fact that he spent the rest of the week in the Thomas stables with a video camera trying to catch "evidence" didn't help to convince them? Who knows?
AN: This chapter was inspired by Megan's plushie Thomas, the Thomas, and yes, I know. I pick on Legato too much, but it's so easy!!!
INCIDENT SEVEN: Tho-omas?
Today was not a happy day in the home of the Gung-Ho Guns, for you see today was the day that the Thomas stables must be cleaned, and unfortunately it was Legato's turn. Of course, our favorite psychic threw a royal fit about it, too.
The poor telepathic psychopath trudged down the hall, apparently drowning himself in the self-pity pool, whining the whole while, "Stupid Thomases. Stupid Gung-Ho Guns. Stupid Master!"
Legato opened the door to the Thomas stables, still complaining, and stomped over to the nearly-identical creatures, bent over to their level, and glared.
"Thoooo-mas?" the creature squeaked, confusedly.
Legato jumped back a foot or six. He thought Thomases were only supposed to grunt?
"Thoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssss!" The creature nodded it's head, managing to sound disturbingly similar to a human saying "wasssssssssssup?".
Legato took a cautious step towards the animal, who was waiting patiently for an answer, "Err. Thomas?" Legato tried.
The Thomas sat up a bit, happy that the blue-haired man had finally acknowledged him, and started up a conversation, for you know, Thomases are most talkative animals, "Thomas! Thomas! Thom thom mas mas thomas mas thom thom mas THOMAS!"
Legato blinked at the beast, unsure of what to do. He wasn't sure what exactly it had just told him, and he didn't want to make it angry. Bad things happened when Thomases got angry.
That was when the other one started..
"Thomas thom thom mas thom mas thom thomas."
And then the other..
"Mas thom!"
Then the two across the room joined in.
"Thomas thom!" / "Mas mas Thom!"
Soon the entire stable of Thomases were jumping up and down with excited chatter. While Legato slowly sank to his knees, hands covering his ears, trying to block out the sound of all the Thomases and their little social event. Soon he ended up in the fetal position in the corner..
And that was how Midvalley found him an hour later. Of course the Thomases had stopped talking by then, after agreeing that lemonade did NOT taste good made with oranges, and of course, nobody believed poor Legato when he told them that the Thomases had a secret language that only they spoke. Perhaps the fact that he spent the rest of the week in the Thomas stables with a video camera trying to catch "evidence" didn't help to convince them? Who knows?
AN: This chapter was inspired by Megan's plushie Thomas, the Thomas, and yes, I know. I pick on Legato too much, but it's so easy!!!