Purple Monkeys
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, if you do we will be forced to send you to the card graveyard (yes, Crimson has been watching too much Yu-Gi-Oh!)
Authors Note: Sorry we haven't updated much lately, you know school, work, saving the world, etc. Nothing much. Anyways, on with the plot....
After being helped out of the shark infested water, Snape shuffled past the bickering couple who were still going on about Muffy diving in. As he walked past them Muffy turned to him. He froze in terror.
"Yeah, anyway, when we go mini putting I can show you how to get a hole in one, it's all in the wrist."
Snape stared at him, shocked. "Mini putting? You were talking about mini putting?"
"Well, yeah" Muffy went on "what did you think we were talking about?"
"Er, well, ah yeah, never mind" Snape paused a second before turning and making his escape. He had managed to turn the nearest corner before he felt two hands turning him towards the direction of the stairway he had descended only days previously.
After being hauled down one staircase and though several doors he was once again in the bright clean kitchen. He noticed a cup of hot soup sitting next to him on the counter. "Why is there soup in a cup here? Who drinks soup!" he stared down at the soup, his features showing a look of irritation.
"Just because your pissy don't take it out on the soup, you'll give it bad karma." Spork snapped back, scooping up the cup of what Snape had discovered was broth and taking a sip of it.
Snape stared at the strange young women who drank soup, wondering if Spork was her real name. It was only after she turned to stare at him that he realized he had said the last part out loud.
As she stared back he took in the sight of a strange person indeed. Standing at only 5'5 he towered over her. She had a slight build but judging by what he had felt earlier when she had hauled him out of the water she wasn't a push over, she must work out. Her purple hair was tied back into a loose bun that seemed to have a mind of it's own, strands defying the tie by hanging loosely around her neck. She also had a small silver stud in her nose that he hadn't noticed earlier as well as multiple piercings in her ears.
"No, but that's none of your concern now is it?" her voice lashed out at him, Shaking him from his train of thought.
Looking around frantically for something to change the conversation his eyes came across a large crate with air holes. Since when is food delivered in crates with air holes? Getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach he decided to ask what was in the crate.
"So, what's in the crate?" he asked, hoping she would buy it.
"Not that it's any of your business but they contained imported fruits."
Snape felt sick, imported fruits. Going out on a limb he decided to pursue the matter at hand. "You haven't by any chance seen any purple monkeys around lately have you?"
Spork stared at him a few seconds before rushing over and feeling his forehead asking "Just how much salt water did you swallow?"
"None! But have you seen any monkeys around?"
"That just happen to be purple?"
"Yes."
"Well actually now that you mention it I did see some purple monkeys just the other day."
"What?!"
"Don't worry salty, they weren't real, they were just some of the passengers that were playing a practical joke. Last time I checked purple monkeys weren't real."
Snape felt a migraine coming on, this just wasn't his day. "How tall were they?"
"About midget size actually but there are a lot of short people around here."
Snape decided it was time to leave, purple monkeys could wait until after he had gotten rid of this headache and a change into dry clothes, perhaps even a game of mini putting.
To be continued...
Authors Note: Crimson: well, there it is. Pacific: Yup. Crimson: Hope you enjoyed, review! Pacific: duh, duh, dun! Crimson: hey! That's my line! Pacific: review!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, if you do we will be forced to send you to the card graveyard (yes, Crimson has been watching too much Yu-Gi-Oh!)
Authors Note: Sorry we haven't updated much lately, you know school, work, saving the world, etc. Nothing much. Anyways, on with the plot....
After being helped out of the shark infested water, Snape shuffled past the bickering couple who were still going on about Muffy diving in. As he walked past them Muffy turned to him. He froze in terror.
"Yeah, anyway, when we go mini putting I can show you how to get a hole in one, it's all in the wrist."
Snape stared at him, shocked. "Mini putting? You were talking about mini putting?"
"Well, yeah" Muffy went on "what did you think we were talking about?"
"Er, well, ah yeah, never mind" Snape paused a second before turning and making his escape. He had managed to turn the nearest corner before he felt two hands turning him towards the direction of the stairway he had descended only days previously.
After being hauled down one staircase and though several doors he was once again in the bright clean kitchen. He noticed a cup of hot soup sitting next to him on the counter. "Why is there soup in a cup here? Who drinks soup!" he stared down at the soup, his features showing a look of irritation.
"Just because your pissy don't take it out on the soup, you'll give it bad karma." Spork snapped back, scooping up the cup of what Snape had discovered was broth and taking a sip of it.
Snape stared at the strange young women who drank soup, wondering if Spork was her real name. It was only after she turned to stare at him that he realized he had said the last part out loud.
As she stared back he took in the sight of a strange person indeed. Standing at only 5'5 he towered over her. She had a slight build but judging by what he had felt earlier when she had hauled him out of the water she wasn't a push over, she must work out. Her purple hair was tied back into a loose bun that seemed to have a mind of it's own, strands defying the tie by hanging loosely around her neck. She also had a small silver stud in her nose that he hadn't noticed earlier as well as multiple piercings in her ears.
"No, but that's none of your concern now is it?" her voice lashed out at him, Shaking him from his train of thought.
Looking around frantically for something to change the conversation his eyes came across a large crate with air holes. Since when is food delivered in crates with air holes? Getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach he decided to ask what was in the crate.
"So, what's in the crate?" he asked, hoping she would buy it.
"Not that it's any of your business but they contained imported fruits."
Snape felt sick, imported fruits. Going out on a limb he decided to pursue the matter at hand. "You haven't by any chance seen any purple monkeys around lately have you?"
Spork stared at him a few seconds before rushing over and feeling his forehead asking "Just how much salt water did you swallow?"
"None! But have you seen any monkeys around?"
"That just happen to be purple?"
"Yes."
"Well actually now that you mention it I did see some purple monkeys just the other day."
"What?!"
"Don't worry salty, they weren't real, they were just some of the passengers that were playing a practical joke. Last time I checked purple monkeys weren't real."
Snape felt a migraine coming on, this just wasn't his day. "How tall were they?"
"About midget size actually but there are a lot of short people around here."
Snape decided it was time to leave, purple monkeys could wait until after he had gotten rid of this headache and a change into dry clothes, perhaps even a game of mini putting.
To be continued...
Authors Note: Crimson: well, there it is. Pacific: Yup. Crimson: Hope you enjoyed, review! Pacific: duh, duh, dun! Crimson: hey! That's my line! Pacific: review!