Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TP characters---Disney does!
Notes: This fanfic takes place on Earth!
Lady Kayte: Hope this is funny enough! :D
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"You know, I loved the part when the alien popped out of that…er…astronaut's stomach," commented Dilbert the next morning. He enthusiastically stirred his coffee. The hot liquid sloshed out of the mug and flew onto Jim's t-shirt.
"Ow! Hey, watch it," cried the teenager, staring in disbelief at his shirt.
"Oh, no! The alien's venom is on you!" yelled Dilbert, shielding himself with a newspaper in mock horror. Jim grabbed a container of raspberry jelly. Spooning out a generous portion, he flung it at the scientist. Plop! The jelly landed on Dilbert's well-brushed hair. Daintily, the doctor felt his head.
"Ahh! My huge, highly intellectual cranium has exploded!" screamed Dilbert in fright, leaping off of his chair. Jim started to laugh. It was a good thing that Amelia was not around----she had to go to a meeting at the U.S. Navy base in Norfolk.
"It's just jelly, Doc," taunted the teenager. Anger and excitement gleamed in Dilbert's brown eyes. He hastily grabbed a grapefruit half and crammed it into Jim's surprised face. Juice, seeds, and sugar ran down Jim's face in streams.
"You asked for it, man!" howled the teen. He glanced around the table wildly. Spying a bunch of grapes, he tore off several of them and pounded over to Dilbert's side of the table. Seeing Jim's intention, Dilbert armed himself with his plate. Ping! The grapes bounced off of the plate without any effect. Jim was out in the open without any ammunition. Chuckling in satisfaction, the scientist ran towards the fridge. Seizing a pot of mustard, he slammed the refrigerator door shut and thundered over to his guest. Bright streaks of Monarch mustard flew into the air, splattering Jim's coffee stained shirt.
"You idiot! You've ruined my Led Zeppelin shirt," yelled Jim, trying to rub off the mustard. He only succeeded in spreading it.
"Oh ho! What about my ruined pink underwear, young man?" shot back Dilbert, squirting Jim's face. The teenager stumbled over to the refrigerator and grabbed some ketchup. The two exchanged shots. Red ketchup and yellow mustard oozed into the air like slow arrows. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Jim looked through the keyhole. It was a pretty blond-haired girl in a Girl Scout's uniform.
***Sorry this is sooo short…I've had a virus and only now can I finish this up. The next chapter will be much longer. I just wanted to tell you guys that I'm NOT abandoning this story and that I'm still writing! Hehehehe. Please review!!
