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Notes: This fanfic takes place on Earth, not Montressor!
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"Aw….do I have to?" implored Jim, gazing in despair at the heap of laundry. Amelia gave him a cold, long stare.
"Ma'am?" he added hopefully. The young captain's face relaxed a bit, but not much.
"Remember---only white laundry for today," was all she said before returning to her book. Sighing, Jim picked up the laundry basket and began filling it with pale colored clothing.
"Amelia darling! Could you please shoo this spider away?" called Dilbert from the living room. The captain arose from the chair and went over to save her husband. As Jim surveyed the clothes, he realized that it was mostly Dilbert's. Hurriedly, the teenager added his bright red t-shirt to the pile. With amazing speed, he dumped the clothes into the washing machine and turned it on. With a whoosh, the machine started.
Jim grinned and walked causally towards the living room to see what was going on. It was a rather funny sight. Dilbert was cowering near the fireplace, textbook in hand, while Amelia ushered a large spider onto a piece of paper. Relief washed over the scientist's face.
"Thank you, dear. Really, you have a way with taming beasts!" praised Dilbert. Amelia gave him a wry smile.
"No problem. Finished the laundry, James?" she asked, upon seeing Jim enter the room. Jim nodded. Amelia gently flicked the spider out of the living room's large window.
"Brilliant. Let me know when the clothes are ready," she said.
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Twenty minutes later…
"Ahhh! Good grief!" shouted Dilbert, staring at the clothes that were inside the washing machine. Painfully, the doctor plucked them out one by one. All of the clothes were pink! He scratched his head, his scientific brain in top gear. Jim came rushing over, with Amelia calmly following.
"I swear to you! This is beyond my understanding. It is against---repeat---against the laws of nature for white articles to become pink!," Dilbert yelped.
Amelia rolled her emerald green eyes. "Perhaps. However, dark clothes occasionally give off dye when placed in water."
Dilbert grimaced as he pulled out flamingo pink briefs. Jim dissolved into giggles. The doctor immediately hid the underwear behind his back.
"Jim," began Amelia, her stern captain's voice beginning to creep in, "did you have anything to do with this?"
Jim groaned inwardly; he had lost the fight. "Uh, maybe," he muttered, lowering his eyes. Amelia clasped her hands behind her back.
"Ah. Get down and give me twenty," she ordered crisply. Behind her, Dilbert was grinning. Jim immediately got down and did the pushups.
"Dear, what about a film?" Dilbert asked, putting emphasis on the word film. Amelia's eyes lit up. She was a strict but fair captain. If one of her crewmen misbehaved, she forced them to do boring chores. One such task was to watch a boring film.
"Excellent suggestion. James…do you want to watch a movie?"
Jim, who had finished, got up. "I don't know…do I?" he asked, suspicion glazing his eyes.
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"There's NO WAY that I'm going to watch Arthur and D.W.'s Picnic!" announced Jim grimly as he plopped down on a sofa.
"Too bad, James, my boy!" cried Dilbert, entering the den. The teenager grinned as he saw what the doctor was wearing: a pink shirt with pink sweatpants.
"If you keep up that petulant behavior of yours…" warned Amelia, crossing her arms. Jim immediately shut up.
"By the way…where the heck did you get this stupid DVD?" he asked.
"Blockbusters. Just for you," replied Dilbert. The two of them left the den, leaving Jim to watch the movie.
"Hey! D.W.! Give me back my coleslaw!" yelled Arthur from the TV. Jim moaned, regretting his decision to dye Dilbert's clothes. He picked up a plump pillow and mashed it in his hands.
"Captain! This movie is lame!" he yelled over his shoulder.
"Really? I thought you quite fancied cartoons," shot back Amelia from the living room.
"Yeah, but not babyish cartoons!" cried Jim in agony. He could hear Dilbert laughing.
"Alright, Jim; turn it off," answered the doctor after a slight pause. The teen quickly turned off the TV.
Jim pattered into the living room.
"Uh, do you guys have any good movies? Like, scary ones?" implored Jim. Amelia shuffled some cards and laid them out on the table.
"Have you ever seen Alien?" she asked casually. Dilbert snatched up his share of the cards.
"Huh. Is he allowed to watch R-rated movies?" he asked his wife.
"C'mon. I've seen Matrix millions of times, and it's rated R," said Jim. Movies never sacred him, and Alien seemed like no big deal.
***So…will Jim be able to stand a very scary movie? Or will he freak out? Find out soon!! Keep on reviewing…I always need suggestions! :D
