What Really Happened
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone
Author's note: Read, and laugh at this stupid story or I shall sic the locusts on you!
Lizzy: Nana? Are you up yet? It's been three hours.
Rose: Oh, are you the maid? I need my sheets cleaned.
Lizzy: No Nana, I'm your granddaughter remember?
Rose: -thinks for a minuet- Oh that's right :gets out of bed:
Brock:-when Rose finally gets over to him- Okay Rose, tell us the rest of the story.
Rose:-sits in a chair- The year was 1939. Hitler just invaded Poland and-
Brock: No Rose, tell us about Titanic.
Rose: It was an awfully big ship, the biggest in the world. It smelled of fresh paint and lin-
Lizzy: Tell it from where you left off Nana.
Rose:-stares blankly for a minuet- Oh, I remember now. I just boarded the ship. . .
:Begin flashback to Suit B-39:
Rose:-throwing things around- This room is so small. Fool, where are my paintings? -nobody answers her-
Rose:-even louder- Fool! Where are my paintings!
Ruth:-from the grand staircase- Cal, I think Rose is calling for you.
Cal:-talking to a pole- Lovejoy, it's your turn. I did it last time.
Lovejoy: I'm behind you Cal.
Cal:-turns around- Oh, sorry. Go take care of Rose please.
Lovejoy: Your coming with me -grabs Cal, but drops him and he falls flat on his face-
Cal:-kicks at Lovejoy- Did I get him?
Ruth: Yes.
Lovejoy:-mumbles something under his breath-
Cal: Did you just call me a weed whacker?
Lovejoy:-in a high pitched voice- No, sir.
Cal: That's what I thought.
Rose:-yells so loudly that a piece of the ceiling falls off and land on Cal's head- FOOL! GET OVER HERE NOOOOOOOOOOOW!
Cal:-rubbing his head- I hope we don't have to pay for that.
Lovejoy: Let's go before she knocks the whole ship down with her yelling -grabs Cal and drags him off to the suit-
Rose: It's about time fool. Where are my paintings?
Lovejoy: Trudy didn't have time to unpack them yet.
Cal:-talking to a bedpost- Plus they're hideous. I wouldn't be surprised if they got thrown overboard.
Rose:-smacks Cal across the face- You DARE insult my paintings, FOOL!
Cal:-starting to cry a little- No sir.
Rose: WHAT did you call me?
Cal: Ma'am?
Rose That what I thought fool. -to Lovejoy- Now, go fetch that lazy girl we call a servant.
Lovejoy: Yes ma'am -grabs Cal-
Rose: NO! Fool stays here. I'm not through with him yet. . .
Cal:-looks VERY nervous-
:End flashback:
Rose: Well, that's the story about how I found my paintings. Lizzy dear, do you have that banana you were asking about earlier?
Brock: I think she needs another nap. . .
Well, there you have the next part in this tale.
