Well, here comes yet ANOTHER chapter in the continuing saga of "The Skeep"!
Okay, so it's not really a saga... It's just fun. For those of you who
may have ignored the two previous disclaimers, I do not own any of the IZ
characters. I DO, however, own the Skeep. Much to my chagrin, I am stuck
with the little bastard for all eternity...You may have noticed the rating
has changed from a "G" to a "PG" - this is because there are some very mild
expletives in this chapter. Also, sorry about this particular chapter
being so short, but at least it's an update!! :P
"Revenge of the Skeep"
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Mme. Director awoke to find her obstinate little pet bat missing from his hutch......AGAIN.
She growled, and flung off the covers, only to have them land right on top of her little Skeep, who was perched on the headboard of her bed.
The creature panicked, flapping its wings as hard as it could under the weight of the heavy comforter, and squealing in alarm. Mme. D quickly pulled the comforter off of the little bat. "That's what you GET for sneaking out of your hutch!"
"Mommy?" The little thing chirped as he was scooped up into his master's arms. Mme. D set the little creature aside as she hurriedly made her bed. She was finished within minutes, but when she turned around to scold her belligerent little pet, she found him gone......AGAIN. And, the fridge had been raided as well. Two empty pickle jars lay broken on the floor. Mme. D just sighed in exasperation and went to cleaning the mess without further comment.
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Meanwhile, Dib was still slumbering peacefully in his bed, enjoying the extra hours he could afford to nap on Saturdays. Since he didn't really care for any of the Saturday morning cartoons that were on, he usually didn't feel the need to get up until around noon. However, this particular Saturday morning, he wouldn't be sleeping in for very long.
Dib was awoken by the feel of something scratching at his neck. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the unpleasant site of the inside of a bat's mouth. The young paranormalist screamed, and nearly tumbled off the edge of his bed. For whatever reason, there was the Skeep, it's jaws locked around the frames of Dib's glasses. Dib grasped at the blurry image before him, and managed to snatch his glasses from the creature's mouth. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust.
"WHAT THE HELL???" Dib backed away from the creature sitting on the other side of his bed.
"SKEEP!" The creature chirped
"WHAT ARE YOU, ANYWAY???" The boy demanded of the creature. All he got in response was an obstinate raspberry blown in his direction. Dib growled. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!"
The creature shook its head, then turned on Dib's radio to the maximum volume with it's foot, and started to do a demented little dance to Jimmy Soul's "If You Wanna Be Happy".
Dib's eye twitched, and he was about to strangle the furry little beast, until his sister kicked open his door in a blind rage.
"DIB, TURN THAT CRAP DOWN, OR I'LL RIP OFF YOUR HEAD, AND POUR RANCID PICKLE JUICE DOWN YOUR NECK!!!!" Gaz screeched, then stopped, staring wide- eyed at the scene before her. Dib was looking sufficiently rankled, while a strange little bat-like creature seemed to be doing it's own twisted version of a salsa dance on his pillow.
She would have burst out laughing, had she not, for once, been at a complete loss for words. She pointed at the Skeep. "What...?" She started, before the creature suddenly stopped its dance, hopped down from the bed, and darted right between her feet and out the bedroom door. Both siblings could only just look at each other for a moment, then took off in the direction the creature had fled.
They hadn't seen exactly where the little beast had run off to, but from the loud sounds of breaking glass, it wasn't too hard to find him. Gaz and Dib stood in horror at the scene before them: There were empty plastic containers, various smushed vegetables, many tiny broken shards of glass, and copious amounts of pickle juice all over the kitchen floor, and right in the middle of it sat one very bloated-looking bat, fur completely caked in Grey Poupon.
"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRUP!" The thing belched.
Dib fell to his knees, and put his head in his hands. "What are we supposed to tell DAD about this mess???" He whined.
"Yeah, well, I'M not getting blamed for it!!!" Gaz leaped forward and made a play to catch the creature, but slipped on the pickle juice covering the floor, and ended up slamming headfirst into the dishwasher. The Skeep, who hadn't even moved from his place on the floor, continued nibbling on a pickle.
Suddenly, Dib heard a pair of familiar footsteps approaching from behind. "OH SHIT! IT'S DAD!!!" Gaz straightened up quickly at this. "What are we gonna DO??" Dib started to panic. "He can't see all of THIS!" Dib motioned to the gigantic mess in the kitchen, with the little bat still busy mawing down on a pickle.
"Too late."
Dib froze, and slowly tilted his head up to see his father standing over him, his arms folded, and with a very sour look on his face (from what Dib could tell, anyway, seeing as his father's face was perpetually hidden behind the collar of his lab coat...)
Dib began to laugh nervously. "Eh...heh heh.... DAD! Heh...what are you doing up so early? Heh heh heh..."
The Professor was not amused. "It's past 10:00, SON...Just what is going on in here?"
"Um..."Dib froze, trying to think of an answer. "Uh.....HE DID IT!" Dib pointed towards the creature.
Membrane cocked an eyebrow. "WHO did it?"
Dib regarded his father curiously for a moment, then looked back to where the creature had been. The little bat was nowhere to be seen. "But...BUT...IT WAS THERE!!!"
Gaz chimed in. "Dib's actually NOT crazy for a change, Dad..... There really WAS something there!"
Membrane just sighed and shook his head. "And just WHAT was it that made this mess?"
Dib stammered. "I....I don't know!" Gaz smacked her forehead.
"It was a BAT, or something!" She added, trying to cover for her brother's lacking answer.
"Now now, kids...Everyone knows that bats don't eat pickles." He waved a scolding finger at his kids. "Now, you two clean up this mess, and no more of these silly little bat stories!" With that, he turned on his heals, and sauntered on back to his lab.
The two siblings grudgingly began to clean up the disaster left behind by the Skeep, still wondering where the strange little creature went to......
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So, what do you guys think so far? Yes, it was very short, but I'm not very inspired lately! Reviewing really helps me get inspired (hint hint) PLEASE GIVE ME MANY REVIEWS!!!
"Revenge of the Skeep"
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Mme. Director awoke to find her obstinate little pet bat missing from his hutch......AGAIN.
She growled, and flung off the covers, only to have them land right on top of her little Skeep, who was perched on the headboard of her bed.
The creature panicked, flapping its wings as hard as it could under the weight of the heavy comforter, and squealing in alarm. Mme. D quickly pulled the comforter off of the little bat. "That's what you GET for sneaking out of your hutch!"
"Mommy?" The little thing chirped as he was scooped up into his master's arms. Mme. D set the little creature aside as she hurriedly made her bed. She was finished within minutes, but when she turned around to scold her belligerent little pet, she found him gone......AGAIN. And, the fridge had been raided as well. Two empty pickle jars lay broken on the floor. Mme. D just sighed in exasperation and went to cleaning the mess without further comment.
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Meanwhile, Dib was still slumbering peacefully in his bed, enjoying the extra hours he could afford to nap on Saturdays. Since he didn't really care for any of the Saturday morning cartoons that were on, he usually didn't feel the need to get up until around noon. However, this particular Saturday morning, he wouldn't be sleeping in for very long.
Dib was awoken by the feel of something scratching at his neck. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the unpleasant site of the inside of a bat's mouth. The young paranormalist screamed, and nearly tumbled off the edge of his bed. For whatever reason, there was the Skeep, it's jaws locked around the frames of Dib's glasses. Dib grasped at the blurry image before him, and managed to snatch his glasses from the creature's mouth. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust.
"WHAT THE HELL???" Dib backed away from the creature sitting on the other side of his bed.
"SKEEP!" The creature chirped
"WHAT ARE YOU, ANYWAY???" The boy demanded of the creature. All he got in response was an obstinate raspberry blown in his direction. Dib growled. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!"
The creature shook its head, then turned on Dib's radio to the maximum volume with it's foot, and started to do a demented little dance to Jimmy Soul's "If You Wanna Be Happy".
Dib's eye twitched, and he was about to strangle the furry little beast, until his sister kicked open his door in a blind rage.
"DIB, TURN THAT CRAP DOWN, OR I'LL RIP OFF YOUR HEAD, AND POUR RANCID PICKLE JUICE DOWN YOUR NECK!!!!" Gaz screeched, then stopped, staring wide- eyed at the scene before her. Dib was looking sufficiently rankled, while a strange little bat-like creature seemed to be doing it's own twisted version of a salsa dance on his pillow.
She would have burst out laughing, had she not, for once, been at a complete loss for words. She pointed at the Skeep. "What...?" She started, before the creature suddenly stopped its dance, hopped down from the bed, and darted right between her feet and out the bedroom door. Both siblings could only just look at each other for a moment, then took off in the direction the creature had fled.
They hadn't seen exactly where the little beast had run off to, but from the loud sounds of breaking glass, it wasn't too hard to find him. Gaz and Dib stood in horror at the scene before them: There were empty plastic containers, various smushed vegetables, many tiny broken shards of glass, and copious amounts of pickle juice all over the kitchen floor, and right in the middle of it sat one very bloated-looking bat, fur completely caked in Grey Poupon.
"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRUP!" The thing belched.
Dib fell to his knees, and put his head in his hands. "What are we supposed to tell DAD about this mess???" He whined.
"Yeah, well, I'M not getting blamed for it!!!" Gaz leaped forward and made a play to catch the creature, but slipped on the pickle juice covering the floor, and ended up slamming headfirst into the dishwasher. The Skeep, who hadn't even moved from his place on the floor, continued nibbling on a pickle.
Suddenly, Dib heard a pair of familiar footsteps approaching from behind. "OH SHIT! IT'S DAD!!!" Gaz straightened up quickly at this. "What are we gonna DO??" Dib started to panic. "He can't see all of THIS!" Dib motioned to the gigantic mess in the kitchen, with the little bat still busy mawing down on a pickle.
"Too late."
Dib froze, and slowly tilted his head up to see his father standing over him, his arms folded, and with a very sour look on his face (from what Dib could tell, anyway, seeing as his father's face was perpetually hidden behind the collar of his lab coat...)
Dib began to laugh nervously. "Eh...heh heh.... DAD! Heh...what are you doing up so early? Heh heh heh..."
The Professor was not amused. "It's past 10:00, SON...Just what is going on in here?"
"Um..."Dib froze, trying to think of an answer. "Uh.....HE DID IT!" Dib pointed towards the creature.
Membrane cocked an eyebrow. "WHO did it?"
Dib regarded his father curiously for a moment, then looked back to where the creature had been. The little bat was nowhere to be seen. "But...BUT...IT WAS THERE!!!"
Gaz chimed in. "Dib's actually NOT crazy for a change, Dad..... There really WAS something there!"
Membrane just sighed and shook his head. "And just WHAT was it that made this mess?"
Dib stammered. "I....I don't know!" Gaz smacked her forehead.
"It was a BAT, or something!" She added, trying to cover for her brother's lacking answer.
"Now now, kids...Everyone knows that bats don't eat pickles." He waved a scolding finger at his kids. "Now, you two clean up this mess, and no more of these silly little bat stories!" With that, he turned on his heals, and sauntered on back to his lab.
The two siblings grudgingly began to clean up the disaster left behind by the Skeep, still wondering where the strange little creature went to......
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So, what do you guys think so far? Yes, it was very short, but I'm not very inspired lately! Reviewing really helps me get inspired (hint hint) PLEASE GIVE ME MANY REVIEWS!!!