Chapter Five: The Flight of Poppy and Lissie
"Girls! We're home—" called Jack, but he got hit in the head with the apple, and Will's shirt was splattered with creamed corn.
They walked onto the tile floor of the kitchen, but weren't on their feet for very long; the marbles caused them to fall to the floor. The two girls gasped and got up.
Jack looked around. Thank God he had left the merchandise in the car.
"MY KITCHEN!" he yelled.
Will's mouth fell open, but he just laughed. He got up and moved cautiously over to the fridge. "If you can't beat them," he threw everyone some cans of pop, "JOIN 'EM!" he yelled as he shook his up and sprayed it all over Lissie.
She screamed and pushed him over and started squirting him.
Beth and Jack did the same with each other. However, once Beth's can was out, she spotted the enormous pot of creamed corn. She smiled evilly, then pulled Jack over and dunked his head into it.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" he yelled. But his yell was muffled by the corn, and bubbles were bursting out from where his head wasn't blocking the hole.
Lissie's can ran out before Will's did, but she had a plan. She slid over to the other side of the counter, finding something else the guys had left out.
A carton of ice cream.
When Will was looking for something else to throw at her, she dumped the partially melted, but nevertheless freezing cold ice cream on his head.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Will yelled as Lissie started cracking up. He shook his head like a dog as Jack did the same. Their long hair drenched the entire room with ice cream and creamed corn.
Will ran to the freezer, grabbing the giant tub of ice cubes and everyone tried to run out of the room without slipping once he started to laugh maniacally.
Will followed them. Beth ran up the stairs, followed by Lissie, and Jack was last.
Will spoke in the voice of the announcer at Jack's hanging. "Jack Sparrow, be it known that you have threatened to throw me out of the car, pretended you don no t know the future Mrs. Turner, and are going to do something to—"
"Will! Don't you dare say—AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Just as they had reached the top of the stairs and gone through a long chase down the hallway, Will had dumped the entire tub of ice cubes down his back. Jack screamed like a girl… and everyone—especially Beth—would never let him forget it.
"COLD! COLD! YIKES! GET IT OUT!!!! EEEEEEKKKK!!!!" Jack screamed as he ran back to where the others were standing at the top of the stairs.
They could not stop laughing.
Lissie had to hang onto the railing, Beth was rolling on the floor, and Will was leaning on a table.
"You… you scream like a girl!" Beth managed to stammer through the gales of laughter.
Jack blushed. "Well… it's not my fault… vocal chords get high pitched when anybody screams… it's NOT FUNNY!!!" he yelled.
"Yes it is! We should start calling you Jacqueline!!" said Lissie, who was closest to the stairs. That comment only made the three laugh even harder.
Jack reached without looking into what he thought was a garbage can and grabbed what he thought was a ball of hair and threw it at Lissie…
She ducked, which caused the hair to fly down the stairs…
But a split second after it passed her, Lissie and everyone else remembered that a giant lump of hair couldn't squeak…
Lissie screamed, she suddenly realized what was flying down the stairs.
Her guinea pig.
"POPPY!!!!!" she screamed as she jumped off the landing. Now she was flying through the air, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"LISSIE!!!" everyone yelled at the same time.
Her feet hit the wooden stairs, but she slid down because of all the slippery foods that were stuck to the bottom of her shoes. She couldn't stop.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She couldn't see Poppy anymore, all she could see was the floor that was three stairs away… two… one…
CRASH.
She hit the bottom and fell flat on her face.
Will ran down the stairs after her, but he too started to slide, and once he got to the foot of the stairs, he jumped, and landed safely on his feet. Lissie frowned and groaned.
Beth followed, and lastly, a very shocked Jack came down.
"Are you okay?" asked Beth and Will together.
"Ooohh, my aching…everything…"
Will rolled her over so that she was on her back.
"Is anything broken?" he asked, concerned.
"Where's my fuzzball?" asked Lissie immediately.
A second later, they heard a squeak.
Jack walked over to where it had come from… at the corner of the foot of the stairs there was a laundry basket full of dirty clothes.
There was Poppy, safely snuggled between the clothes, but looking terrified all the same.
Jack picked her up, and saw that there was a yellow spot on his boxers beneath her.
"MY BABY!" Lissie shrieked, holding her hands out. Jack gave the terrified animal to her.
Lissie noticed her heart was beating super fast. She looked up at Jack.
"I am SO sorry!" he said.
Lissie just looked at him, hugging Poppy to her tightly.
"Seriously, I honestly didn't know I threw Poppy, and if I had known it was her, I wouldn't have thrown her."
Lissie kissed the top of Poppy's head.
"And this is coming from the man who calls her rat all the time?!" (people DO call my precious little guinea pig 'rat' all the time…AND IT REALLY GETS ON MY NERVES!!!!)
"That was a joke! I just did that to infuriate you—"
"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER!!!!"
"I realize that factor could have been in play—"
"I DON'T CARE! SHE'S LIKE A DAUGHTER TO ME!!!"
"I owe you, don't I?"
Lissie, without taking her eyes off Jack, asked Beth calmly: "Beth, could you hold her for a minute?"
Beth took her, and Lissie sat up.
"You know what makes a woman as mad as she can possibly get? You know when she's most protective?"
"No…" said Jack slowly.
"PROTECTING HER YOUNG!!!!" Lissie screamed. And with that, she got up, and tried to chase after Jack. But as she put her weight on her right leg, she yelled out in pain and fell backward. Will caught her just in time.
"What is it?" he asked.
"My ankle… I think I sprained it or something…"
Jack bit his lip as Lissie looked at him coldly as Will was helping her to the couch to lie down. Normally, she was a very forgiving person, but in the case of her 'daughter', no one would get away unharmed.