A/N: Thankies to all you reviewers!!!!! I hope you like this chappie because I had a major New Year's inspiration. . . may be a tad late though. . . I hope you like it nonetheless!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own squat! Now leave me alone!!!!! ToT
"talking"
":thinking:"
"`device speaking`"
Flashback Ages: Trunks-11 Marron-10 Goten-10 Bura-9 Uubu-9 Pan-6
Current Ages: Trunks-21 Marron-20 Goten-20 Bura-19 Uubu-19 Pan-16
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Chapter 4 The New Year's Party
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"That. . . bastard. . . that inane freak. . . he was such a-a posuer!" muttered the weeping girl. Her fists were clenched so hard she was beginning to draw blood. "But then. . . He hugged me afterward. . . . " Pan sighed softly. "If my memory serves me right. . . we were even partners in crime at the New Year's Party a year after that. . . "
"`Ha-roo Consumer this is the Candyman speaking my sector is all set over!`"
"`I read you loud and clear Uubu, but my name is Goten remember? Over.`"
"`Consumer this is now Fryer speaking- Consumer is your codename you dunce! Over.`"
"`Oh yeah. Okay, gotcha Pa- I mean Fryer. Ready to go? Over.`"
"`Fryer is ready, over.`"
"`Candyman is ready, over.`"
"`Consumer is ready, over.`"
Silence for a few moments- then. . .
"`Um, Trunks? Are you there?`"
"`USE THE CODE NAMES GOTEN! I mean. . . Consumer! OVER.`"
"`Oops, sorry Fryer! Over!`"
"`This is your captain, UnderBriefs, speaking. Are you all ready to go? Over.`"
"`Fryer is ready, over.`"
"`Candyman is ready, over.`"
"`Consumer is ready, over.`"
"`Then let's lock and load. UnderBriefs, over and out.`" Click.
"`Fryer, same thing!`" Click.
"`Candyman, likewise!`" Click.
"`Um. . . I think I am the only one le-`" Click.
Pan flattened herself against the wall and slowly sidestepped toward the corner. There she slowly turned and surveyed the living room. "Okay, so. . . maple syrup-" a bucket of maple syrup stood alone in the rafters- "-check. Popcorn string-" -there was an unusually long trail of popcorn on a string trailing from a bucket full of maple dyrup on the rafters, around a branch on the Christmas Tree, all the way across the doorway to the kitchen- "-check. Bread bed-" -a layer of bread was directly underneath the bucket of maple syrup, coloured with blue food colouring to blend in with the carpet- "-check. Egg towel- " -a towel hung from the mantelplace, its unseen side covered with raw egg- "-check. All things are set in place!" declared a triumphant Pan. She then clicked on her walkie-talkie and pressed a number of buttons. "`Ha-roo Candyman? This is Fryer reporting that everything has been placed properly and is ready for action! Over.`"
"`Okay Fryer. . . `" A sigh was heard but was not paid attention to. "`I will report it to the Consumer to set the bait. Over and out.`" Click.
Pan turned off her walkie-talkie as well and leaned on the wall. ":This is going to be fun. And it'll teach ugly Bura and stupid Marron to mess with me!:" Her thoughts of revenge were interrupted by the sound of the living room being filled up by the adults who were cooking outside. A platter of snacks was placed on the coffee table and the women of the families sat diwe to relax. Pan sat on the couch facing the kitchen doorway ad the trap as the men began to come into the room as well. She smiled- the plan was going to work. The path from the doorway to the bread bed was clear- everyone was either on a sofa or at the platter of snacks. She heard a beep and clicked on her walkie-talkie, her back turned from everyone else.
"`This is UnderBriefs speaking, make sure you get in position because the Consumer is bringing the toast along as we speak. Over.`"
"`Okay, I gotcha. Fryer is over and out.`" Pan clicked off her walkie-talkie yet again and stepped forward, just inches short of the bread bed. As she did so, she saw Trunks stand in the doorway of the kitchen, a pair of scissors in hand. Behind him was a very smug looking Marron. And then everything seemed to happen in a blur-
Pan stumbled forward onto the bread bed and turning around, she spotted Bura with an evil grin on her face. She turned once again to find Trunks' hand holding the scissors on either side of the string. He seemed to move in slow motion as the sharp blades closed in on the defenseless twine. As the final snip took place, an scrunched her eyes shut, waiting for the impact of the sticky liquid above her.
It never came.
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A/N: AIEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so sorry that was so short. . . but I needed to cut it off there. . . for reasons I shall not say. Happy New Year's all and thankies for reading!!!!!!
GOMEN NASAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ciao 4 now,
ja ne,
THe Amazing Sponge
Disclaimer: I do not own squat! Now leave me alone!!!!! ToT
"talking"
":thinking:"
"`device speaking`"
Flashback Ages: Trunks-11 Marron-10 Goten-10 Bura-9 Uubu-9 Pan-6
Current Ages: Trunks-21 Marron-20 Goten-20 Bura-19 Uubu-19 Pan-16
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Chapter 4 The New Year's Party
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"That. . . bastard. . . that inane freak. . . he was such a-a posuer!" muttered the weeping girl. Her fists were clenched so hard she was beginning to draw blood. "But then. . . He hugged me afterward. . . . " Pan sighed softly. "If my memory serves me right. . . we were even partners in crime at the New Year's Party a year after that. . . "
"`Ha-roo Consumer this is the Candyman speaking my sector is all set over!`"
"`I read you loud and clear Uubu, but my name is Goten remember? Over.`"
"`Consumer this is now Fryer speaking- Consumer is your codename you dunce! Over.`"
"`Oh yeah. Okay, gotcha Pa- I mean Fryer. Ready to go? Over.`"
"`Fryer is ready, over.`"
"`Candyman is ready, over.`"
"`Consumer is ready, over.`"
Silence for a few moments- then. . .
"`Um, Trunks? Are you there?`"
"`USE THE CODE NAMES GOTEN! I mean. . . Consumer! OVER.`"
"`Oops, sorry Fryer! Over!`"
"`This is your captain, UnderBriefs, speaking. Are you all ready to go? Over.`"
"`Fryer is ready, over.`"
"`Candyman is ready, over.`"
"`Consumer is ready, over.`"
"`Then let's lock and load. UnderBriefs, over and out.`" Click.
"`Fryer, same thing!`" Click.
"`Candyman, likewise!`" Click.
"`Um. . . I think I am the only one le-`" Click.
Pan flattened herself against the wall and slowly sidestepped toward the corner. There she slowly turned and surveyed the living room. "Okay, so. . . maple syrup-" a bucket of maple syrup stood alone in the rafters- "-check. Popcorn string-" -there was an unusually long trail of popcorn on a string trailing from a bucket full of maple dyrup on the rafters, around a branch on the Christmas Tree, all the way across the doorway to the kitchen- "-check. Bread bed-" -a layer of bread was directly underneath the bucket of maple syrup, coloured with blue food colouring to blend in with the carpet- "-check. Egg towel- " -a towel hung from the mantelplace, its unseen side covered with raw egg- "-check. All things are set in place!" declared a triumphant Pan. She then clicked on her walkie-talkie and pressed a number of buttons. "`Ha-roo Candyman? This is Fryer reporting that everything has been placed properly and is ready for action! Over.`"
"`Okay Fryer. . . `" A sigh was heard but was not paid attention to. "`I will report it to the Consumer to set the bait. Over and out.`" Click.
Pan turned off her walkie-talkie as well and leaned on the wall. ":This is going to be fun. And it'll teach ugly Bura and stupid Marron to mess with me!:" Her thoughts of revenge were interrupted by the sound of the living room being filled up by the adults who were cooking outside. A platter of snacks was placed on the coffee table and the women of the families sat diwe to relax. Pan sat on the couch facing the kitchen doorway ad the trap as the men began to come into the room as well. She smiled- the plan was going to work. The path from the doorway to the bread bed was clear- everyone was either on a sofa or at the platter of snacks. She heard a beep and clicked on her walkie-talkie, her back turned from everyone else.
"`This is UnderBriefs speaking, make sure you get in position because the Consumer is bringing the toast along as we speak. Over.`"
"`Okay, I gotcha. Fryer is over and out.`" Pan clicked off her walkie-talkie yet again and stepped forward, just inches short of the bread bed. As she did so, she saw Trunks stand in the doorway of the kitchen, a pair of scissors in hand. Behind him was a very smug looking Marron. And then everything seemed to happen in a blur-
Pan stumbled forward onto the bread bed and turning around, she spotted Bura with an evil grin on her face. She turned once again to find Trunks' hand holding the scissors on either side of the string. He seemed to move in slow motion as the sharp blades closed in on the defenseless twine. As the final snip took place, an scrunched her eyes shut, waiting for the impact of the sticky liquid above her.
It never came.
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A/N: AIEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so sorry that was so short. . . but I needed to cut it off there. . . for reasons I shall not say. Happy New Year's all and thankies for reading!!!!!!
GOMEN NASAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ciao 4 now,
ja ne,
THe Amazing Sponge