A Little TOO Curious
Written by VGerX2001
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Disclaimer: I don't own this show, I PWN it! _ _ _
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bMop Exposed/b
MOP'S HOUSE
--Mop is sitting on the couch, watching The Flinstones on Cartoon Network**
Mop: **Facing the camera** I love this show!
--All of a sudden, Bob the Ball hops up the couch and into Mop, catching her by surprise**
Mop: Bob! What are you doing up from bed? Shouldn't you be under the covers?
Bob: I know, mom, but I have this question that continues to haunt me. I lost so much sleep over it, and none of the others want to answer me.
Mop: Ask away then! Nothing that Mop the Supermom can't answer!
Bob: I was wondering... how was I born?
Mop: GULP. Ummm... well...
Bob: Are you allright? Can you please answer me?
Mop: I would gladly tell you, but you-are-a-little-too-young, Bob...
Bob: Please?
Mop: No.
Bob: Pretty please?
Mop: No! Now go to bed!
Bob: Fine _
**Bob goes back to his bedroom, cursing under gritted teeth**
Mop: He'll get over it.
**Mop turns her attention to the TV**
Mop: Phew... didn't miss much.
**All of a sudden, Little Cup jumps over the couch and into Mop**
Mop: Little Cup, what are you doing? Shouldn't you--
Cup: Yes, yes, I know I should be in bed, but can you PLEASE answer this question?
Mop: Ugh... what is it?
Cup: How was I born?
Mop: -.-
Cup: Can you please-
ACK! You're too young, mister!
Cup: I think I'm old enough to know, mom.
Mop: No you're not! Now go to bed and wait until you're older before asking me!
Cup: Nuh-uh. Sorry, but I'm not moving until you tell me.
Mop: Please?
Cup: Hmph! _
Mop: Fine! Looks like I'll have to carry your naughty ass to bed!
**Mop "grabs" Little Cup(Psshh, it's those invisible arms) and carries him up the stairs**
Cup: Arrr, arrr, let me go! Answer my question now!
Mop: There, there. Baby a little two gwumpy! All we need is some widdle bed west--
**All of a sudden, Mop trips, allowing Cup to escape**
Mop: What the... **Sees Bob the Ball** Bob! What are you doing out of bed?
Bob: I was going to ask you something!
Mop: Let me guess: how you were born, right?
Bob and Cup: **Nod**
Mop: Well, let me tell you this: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
Bob: Lame/10
Cup: Worst Jack Nicholson imitation ever.
Mop: Ahhhhhh-- TO BED. NOW!
Cup: Sorry, but no.
**Mop begins to fume, and smoke is coming out**
Cup: ...
Bob: ...uh-oh...
Mop: AHHHHHHH!!!!! WHY, WHY, WHY!?!?!?!?!!??? WHY DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!!?!?!?!?? YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO KNOW THAT I WAS A PROSTITUTE DURING MY TEENAGE YEARS!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU THAT I HANGED OUT WITH THIS STONED MORON JUST BECAUSE OF HIS EXCELLENT TASTE IN PERFUME??!!?!?? I JUST HAPPENED TO GET A LITTLE TOO CLOSE, I NEVER MEANT FOR YOU TWO BRATS TO BE CONCEIVED!!!!!! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
**Mop slaps mouth shut**
Mop: X_X
Cup: ...you mean...
Bob: ...that our mom is a prostitute?
**Little Cup and Bob the Ball gasp to each other**
Mop: I. did. not. say. that--
Bob: WOO-HOO!!!!
Cup: W00RAY! W00RAY! W00RAY! OUR MOM IS A PROSTITUTE!!!!
Mop: ...
Bob: Let's go celebrate, Little Cup!
Cup: We need to tell the rest about this!
Bob: See you later, Mop the Prostitute Mom!
**Both of them run out the door, delight with joy**
Mop: ...hit the Back button on your browser. Now.
BTHE END/B