Title -- Looks Can Be Deceiving
Disclaimer -- I DON'T own blues clues or Kibble. (No duhr)
A/N -- This takes place towards the end of Steve's career, and just mentions Joe at the end. BTW, This story is in Blue's PoV...
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The sound effects of bird chirps was what woke Steve up that morning. In fact, they were what woke him up every morning of his limited life. Each morning, he'd hear the imitations, thinking they were real, but each morning he ran to the window in hopes that he was finally free, only to find he was still trapped in the same, two-dimensional world, and that the 'tweets' were recordings. This morning was no exception.
As Steve stared blankly out the window, he felt a tiny nudge at his left leg. It was me, his little puppy Blue. Steve quickly perked up and went into the kitchen to get the dog food.
"Well Blue, it's a new day! Maybe someone will come and save us!" Steve said hopefully.
Steve was an optimist. That meant, that he always saw the bright side of things. Of course--though he didn't admit it--he knew that no one would come and rescue him and myself. But not only was Steve optomistic, but rather stupid at the same time. He was the idiot who had signed the contract before reading it. So that's how we got the crappy job of hosting a children's show, were sold to the producers, so we weren't allowed to quit or leave, and couldn't until someone came to replace us. But of course, no one came, because no one was as stupid as Steve was, to not read the contract.
I rolled my eyes and barked in doggy language "Yeah, and maybe some idiot will come and replace you and I so we can get lives." But of course, Steve didn't understand a word I had said.
"That's it Blue!" Steve replied thinking that I had just agreed with him. "Always look on the bight side of things!"
I ate only half of the cardboard tasting Kibble that Steve had poured for me, and hopped over to his room to ask Tickety what time it was.
As I entered the childlike room, I took a quick look at how idiotic it was. The purple wallpaper didn't match the green rug, and the sheets were printed with lame drawings of cars and sailboats. Towards the far corner, a bookshelf lined neatly with five year old books stood. This show was getting to his brain(or excuse for one anyway).
After deep in thought for a moment, I remembered why I came here in the first place. I looked around, but couldn't find that annoyingly sweet clock anywhere. So I checked under the bed, where I discovered disturbing magazines, oversized dustbunnies, and partly hidden under a peice of newspaper, was a snoring Tickety.
"Hey clock." I barked, waking the timepeice abruptly. "How much time to the show?"
She got up mumbling swear words. "Five minutes."
Good, that gave me enough time to take a bath before the show started. But as Tickety got up and walked sorely back towards her place on the bedside dresser, Blue spotted something that had been under her. It was a little plastic ball, with one of her blue pawprints stamped on the front. Probably a clue that Steve never found during one of their hundreds of Blue's Clues games. Suddenly, that little ball had more meaning, because it gave Blue an idea. An idea, that could possibly help her get out of this freak show house...
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Yay! A cliffy! Please R&R, cause I wanna know how well my first fic turned out.
If I get some good reviews, I'll write more... :-D Thanks!