A/N: These are getting harder to write. I'm out of ideas. Meh hopefully something inspires me soon. Also thanks for the reviews. Funny as always. Well Keep Truckin'.
I'll drink to that!
It was a long summers day and having nothing to do Kit was bored out of her mind.
To her lucked Phoebe rolled in... Really! She's a good roller that 'Special.' If only she could roll into the street.
Anyhoo Kit decided to dare 'Special' into drinking a gallon of milk. The catch was that Phoebe couldn't stop drinking no matter what.
So Phoebe agreed to the bet and started drinking away.
Chug... Chug... Chug
Kit goes to the cabinet while still keeping an eye on the drinking 'Special.'
Chug... Chug... Chug
Kit pulls out a pair of boxing gloves. Kit placing them on her paws. She does a little boxing dance.
Chug... Chug... Chug
Phoebe doesn't notice Kit dancing around. 'Special' is too concentrated on finishing the milk.
Chug... Chug... Chug
Kit advance towards 'Special' like Gary advances towards chocolate cake. Stalking it's prey.
Chug... Chug... Chug
Phoebe has a quarter of a gallon to go when...
Chug... Chug... Chug
Kit delivers the one-two punch from hell to 'Special's stomach.
Guhc... Guhc...Guhc
Phoebe explodes! Thank Felix for Kit that she somehow managed to put on a little yellow rain coat and open an umbrella in .001 seconds after the punch of hell.
Guhc... Guhc... Guhc
Phoebe lost the bet. Serves her good because everyone knows not to bet against Kit. Right? [You say "Yes"] Good.
Oh that Kit, I didn't know you could box!