A/N: I got bored, and decided to type up the third chapter too. Although my school work is probably suffering because I write stories instead of doing my homework…oh well! Also, I'm going to try to be a little neater with this story, format wise, so things will probably get better.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Trigun characters. (Short and sweet.)

Chapter 3

Millie: (Crying) Meryl!

Meryl: What is it Millie?!

Millie: I just realized! Something is missing!

Meryl: What? Is it like Vash and Wolfwood?

Millie: Yeah! It's my pudding. My poor pudding! What will I do without it Meryl? What will I do?

Meryl: I don't know.

(Long pause.)

Millie: (Suddenly got an idea) I know what to do! I'll eat!

Meryl: (Sweat drop) Not you too!

Millie: (Tears forming in her eyes) But, what am I supposed to do?! Vash and Wolfwood are eating to forget what they loved. And I bet I loved pudding more than Vash loved his doughnuts (A/N: Not true, in my opinion anyways). And more than Wolfwood loved his cigarettes! So, why can't I eat to forget my pudding?!

Meryl: Fine! Fine! Go ahead.

Millie: (Went to join Vash and Wolfwood. Yells to Meryl.) Hey, we're almost out of food!

Meryl: Oh God! Please help me.

~In the kitchen~

Vash: Hey, Meryl, go to the store please!

Meryl: No.

(Vash, Wolfwood, and Millie stop eating, and stare at Meryl.)

Wolfwood: (Angrily) Why not?

Meryl: Because…it's gross to watch you guys eat like this, and we don't have enough money, to deep you guys eating all day.

Millie: But Meryl, how will I forget pudding?

Meryl: Go out and do something worth while.

(Vash, and Millie glare at Meryl, who freezes.)

Wolfwood: Fine, I'll go, take a walk or something. Hey, Vash why don't we go to the bar.

Vash: Hey, great idea! Let's go.

A/N: Maybe not Vash.^-^

Meryl: Hey, you two don't go and get wasted. You hear me?

Wolfwood: What did you say?

(Before Meryl could answer, Vash and Wolfwood closed the door.)

Meryl: (Looks At Millie) So, what are you going to do?

Millie: Of course, follow them!

(Before Millie could reach the door.)

Meryl: Millie, do you have to follow everything the do?

Millie: (Sighs) Fine, I'll stay here. But what should I do then? (Gets a tear in her eye.)

Meryl: Do you know how to make pudding?

Millie: (Thinks) With the mix I do!

Meryl: Well, I've never heard of pudding, so I don't think there's a mix. Could you make your own recipe?

Millie: Hmm…I could try.

Meryl: Well, what do you need?

Millie: (yells) Chocolate! ^o^

Meryl: Is that all?

Millie: no, but I don't know what else to use.

Meryl: Well, maybe I could help. If you describe what it's like, we could probably figure it out.

Millie: (Thinking hard) ~How should I describe it?~ (Begins) Well…it's chocolaty…it's kind of like jello, only it can't harden into shapes…It's like a sauce, but not watery or anything. It's kinda like ketchup, but thicker. And…and…it tastes good!

Meryl: Hmm…well if we heat the choclate and maybe melt it. But how do you make it thick?

Millie: I know there's milk in it!

Meryl: Does the mild make it thick?

Millie: Maybe, but wait, do we have chocolate on this planet Gunsmoke?

Meryl: Yes, we do have chocolate powder on 'this planet Gunsmoke.'

Millie: Maybe we could use that.

~Much later, at the bar. Wolfwood sitting at table. Vash on the floor.~

Vash: Wolfwood, how much have we had?

Wolfwood: Unh…

Vash: How many?

Wolfwood: Unh…(His head on table.)~_~

Vash: That many?

Wolfwood: (Face on table) Mmm…

Vash: My head is starting to hurt. It was fun at first, but now I don't feel so good. How 'bout you?

Wolfwood: (Sits up) I'm fine, just fine. (Eyes unfocused.) '-'

Vash: (Also sits up) You are? You don't seem like it.

Wolfwood: Vash! I said I'm fine! Hey, barkeep! Bring me another.

Vash: Wolfwood I think you've had enough.

A/N: Now, I think Vash should know that you don't upset a drunk person.

Wolfwood: (Pulls out his gun-cross-thing out of nowhere…oh, you know what I'm talking about. Points it at Vash.) Vash! I'll say when I've had enough!

Vash looks at Wolfwood confused, but scared, and is brave enough to ask, "Where did you get that?!"

Wolfwood looks at his gun also confused, "I…I…don't know. Hey! Writer person!"

"Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah," Wolfwood says, "where did this come from?"

The writer looks at the huge gun in his hands, "Oh, that. Well, you see it came from thin air! See," points to spot in the script, "when you reached back, it just appeared. You kind of needed it for this scene, and well, you forgot it at home."

"Oh, now it makes sense! Thanks." Wolfwood said.

"Anytime!"

"So…where was I again?" Writer again points to spot in script where they left off. "Okay, thanks again."

A/N: That was my appearance. I might appear again, who knows.^_^

Wolfwood: You got that Vash, no one tells me when I've had enough!

Vash: Okay! Okay, fine.

Wolfwood: So, bartender, where's my drink?

Bartender (A/N: Poor 'Bartender'! Wolfwood should be nicer.) Uh…sir, may I ask you to leave?

Wolfwood: What?

(Bartender cowers behind the counter.)

Vash: (Yells) Wolfwood, that's enough.

A/N: Yeah, Wolfwood, that's enough!

Wolfwood: (Looks at Vash) Ugh! Fine! Lately, I've been pushed around too easily! (Leave bar with Vash.) How long were we in there?

Vash: (Throws up)

Wolfwood: Vash! Not on my shoes! Uh! That's nasty. You're cleaning them when we get home.

Vash: (Crying) But Wolfwood! It was your idea to go and get drunk!

Wolfwood: Yeh, but it wasn't my idea to throw up now was it? It's not my fault you can't hold it in!

Vash: No, but-

Wolfwood: Then it's simple, you're washing my shoes when we get home.

(Tears run down Vash's face.)

A/N: Well, that's the end of the third chapter, it was pretty long compared to the others. I'm starting to like the story a little better. I don't know how to resolve it or anything, so if you have any ideas, tell me. I'll see what you guys want in the story. If you want something to happen, like a funny scene or something that you have an idea for, I'll listen to those too. Come on, this is as much your guy's story as mine. Anyways, I don't have enough imagination to come up with the rest. My imagination level is running low, so help me out.