Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TP characters…Disney does!
Notes: This fan fiction story takes place on Earth (just for kicks!) :D
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"Mom, I feel like a dweeb!" complained Jim, trying to rip off his tweed sweater. He shuffled his feet as they walked up to the Doppler's door.
"You will impress them," insisted Sarah. She shifted Jim's suitcase into her left hand and rang the doorbell. The tall oak door swung open.
"Well, hello…Sarah," greeted Dilbert, smiling. He was wearing a white apron that had barbeque stains on it.
"Hi, Dilbert," replied Sarah, giving Jim a hard shove into the house. Dilbert took off his glasses and eyed the teenager. Jim gave Dilbert a long, steely glare.
"Uh…Jim, your room is upstairs, two rooms down on the left. Sarah, join me outside. I'm grilling Jim's legs---ah…chicken legs!" stuttered Dilbert.
Jim stomped upstairs. He slightly envied the Dopplers' obvious wealth. He pulled open a door. It was a closet. Curious, he peered inside. A smart looking ,black Naval officer's uniform hung on a hanger. Judging by the four stripes on the jacket's sleeves, he knew it was Amelia's. He shut the closet door and walked into his room. He took a running start and leaped onto the bed. The linen sheets were slippery, so he continued to slide. Bang! His head smacked into the wall.
"Oh, crap!" muttered Jim, rubbing his forehead. He saw stars spinning all over. Feeling giddy, he stiffly waltzed out of the room and skipped down the stairs.
Amelia, wearing trim jeans and a smart looking black sweater, was setting the table. Jim skittered past her. The young captain glanced up.
"Ah, been to the saloon recently, Mr. Hawkins?" she called. The teenager laughed and continued to run. Then, a sight made him skid to a stop. His jaw dropped open.
"Now, take a look at these, Dilbert!" cried Sarah, showing off Jim's newly bought underwear. Dilbert, who had been spooning marinade onto the meat, looked over.
"Oooh. Uh, yes. Very, um…interesting, Sarah," he commented. He adjusted his glasses and peered at the underwear. Just to be polite, of course----clothing did not interest him in the least.
"Noooooo!" screeched Jim, lunging wildly at his mother. He snatched at the underwear, grabbed his open suitcase, and marched off. Sarah watched her son and muttered, "huh…I wonder what is bugging him?"
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Jim glanced at his plate. Dilbert had seen his underwear, which was an utter embarrassment. Sullenly, he swirled the mashed potatoes around with his spoon. The teen glanced up, daring to see if anyone was looking. Amelia was chatting with his mom----he could see boredom etched in the captain's eyes. Being a Navy officer, though, had given her years of patience. What were they talking about….great. Types of detergent. He shifted his gaze to Dilbert, who was trying to stifle a smile. Jim then made up his mind. He would even up the score if he did something to Dilbert!!
***Hmmm…what will Jim do? Hehehehehe. More coming soon---Some reviews have given me good advice, and I will put them to use. REVIEW and tell me what you think about this chapter!****
