Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TP characters…Disney does!!
Notes: This takes place on Earth!
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Jim sat from across Erica at a McDonalds, sullenly swirling a hot fudge sundae with a plastic spoon. While in the middle of buying a hair revival kit at the cashier's, Sarah had called his cell phone. She wanted to know why Mr. Fluffenutter's head had flown through the window and landed in a customer's hot bowl of soup. In stricken tones, Jim's mom had demanded that her son buy most of the Thanksgiving supplies with his own money.
"What's eating you, Jim?" Erica asked brightly.
"Mom's stupid rabbit statue made me flat out broke!" he hissed. He stirred his melting ice cream harder.
"I'm sure she doesn't really mean it."
"Oh, ho, she means it all right. Mr. Fluffenutter was, like, her husband," Jim snapped.
"Maybe," Erica mused, "my parents could give some money."
Jim thought about that for a moment. Delbert was a nice guy with a very deep wallet. Then, he realized that he couldn't---the doctor would spring into a seemingly endless talk about star constellations and whatnot. In his enthusiasm, he would forget to lend him some money by the time his spiel was over. His heart nearly froze when he thought about Captain Doppler. Everything about her was intimidating---her thick, English accent, her uniform, the way she clasped her hands behind her back…the list went on and on.
"Hello? What are you daydreaming about?" Erica called, tapping her spoon against his forehead. Impatiently, Jim swiped it away. "I was…uh…thinking about money," he replied.
"I told you: just ask my parents, like my mom."
"Uh, no. And the conversation ends here," he informed her. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Where's the turkey?" Sarah asked, sifting through dozens of shopping bags. Painfully, Jim looked over the crowded countertop.
"Uh…I think I forgot to…uh…get one," he muttered. He looked at Erica for help, but all she did was shrug her little shoulders.
"Jim! How could you forget about the main course?" Sarah cried. She gestured at him with the head of Mr. Fluffenutter. Its dark blue glass eyes seemed to glare at him without mercy.
"It's all HIS fault!" Jim suddenly blurted, pointing rather hysterically at the broken head.
"First of all, you can glue Mr. Fluffenutter back together. Then, go find a turkey," his mom said, crossing her arms. A customer who was ready to order caught Sarah's attention and she left.
"Let's get started," Erica murmured.
"Jeez, that is fruity," Jim whined. He had just massaged the hair revival goo onto the bald spot when Erica marched into his room with Sarah's costume wig. She had found it underneath a bathroom sink. It sported light blond curls with pink curlers.
"It said that you should protect you hair, but at the same time provide ventilation. This will work," she insisted. Jim squeezed some glue onto a fragment of porcelain and stuck it where he thought it fitted.
"Yeah, well, I think I can last with it for just today. I mean, it's supposed it work overnight," the teen sighed, referring to the hair growth stuff. He let Erica fit the wig on.
Mr. Fluffenutter was almost complete. The head was now back on the body. All that remained were a few more pieces, and---
"I can't believe you did that!" giggled the girl, gawking at the gray rabbit statue. Jim gritted his teeth and looked at Mr. Fluffenutter with fresh eyes.
"Oh, CRAP!" he shouted. In his haste to fix the detested rabbit, he made it so that the butt was on the wrong way round.
"Do you think your mom will notice?"
"Hmm…wouldn't you notice it if your bottom was on the same side as your face?" he yelped. The blond wig quivered on his head.
Erica frowned at that remark. "Duh. Sorry. Just fix it so we can get the stupid turkey!"
Jim supported his head on one hand and eyed the mutilated sculpture. It was obvious that he could not fix it. The glue was hardening. He could break it again, but that would take a longer time.
"It's impossible. We'll just have to…uh…cover it up for the time being," he finally said.
Erica raised an eyebrow. "With what, your mom's underwear?"
With revenge in mind, Jim's blue eyes brightened. "Corny, but cool. Lead the way!"
"Ooh, what about this?" Erica asked, pulling out satiny pink underwear. They were standing in front of Sarah's dressing drawer. The top chest was pulled out, revealing many undies.
"Mr. Fluffenutter's a guy rabbit. Let's give him something neutral," the teen argued. The girl frowned. Jim was being so picky!
"Just hurry up…we need to run off and buy a turkey before my mom picks me up and your mom kills you," Erica growled. She quickly forgot her comment when she spied a frilly lace bra.
"Wow. That will go well with your wig, Madame Jimbo!"
"Shut up…here is some black underwear. Wrap it around Mr. Fluffenutter's waist and let's get out of here!" he whispered hoarsely.
"Please? Just for a few seconds!" she pleaded. Jim grimaced. He remembered last summer when Erica had dressed up wearing one of his mom's bras. Luckily, his mom hadn't noticed…still, if he refused, the girl would spill the beans about Mr. Fluffenutter's ruined body.
"Fine. Then will you shut your trap?" he cried. He handed Erica the statue and the underwear before jerking the white bra over his shirt. The girl had just dressed Mr. Fluffenutter up when they heard Sarah call out from downstairs.
"James Pleiades Hawkins!"
Jim panicked when he heard the call. The last thing he needed was to be in more trouble. The teen sprinted out of the room, still wearing the bra and the blonde wig with curlers.
"Oh! Jim, wait!" cried Erica, dashing after him.
Jim ignored her, but in desperation, the girl caught up with him and grabbed at his ankle. With a sickening thud, the teen flipped onto his back and flew down the marble staircase headfirst. Erica slid after him, still clutching at his ankle. Mr. Fluffenutter rocketed into the air as the two kids plummeted down the stairs. Halfway there was a break in between the two flights of stairs. Jim's head collided with the wall which made an echoing BOOM. Erica, who had more acceleration, landed on top of the teen.
"I feel like I have a hangover," moaned Jim. He twisted his head and nearly had a heart attack. Staring at him from downstairs was Amelia and Sarah.
Sorry that I took such a long time to update but I had homework…a lot of it every day. Also, if I stretch this story out, it should, repeat, should be finished by Thanksgiving. Anyway…um…review if you want to. If you absolutely hated this chapter, don't review. I don't mind criticism, but over-the-top negative reviews will just be deleted. (Luckily, though no one has---yet…lol)