A silly little story.
Night fell over Bayville, New York. It was a clear night, the moon was a bright orb. All people, humans and mutants, were sleeping in their beds. Except for one place.
Two men walked through metal halls, shushing each other and snickering. The slowed down when they came to a door. One of the men was carrying a camera. He slowly opened the door a crack and stuck the head of the camera in the crack. They suddenly heard,
"stupid tv, antennae. Messing up my favorite show!" They heard rustling and banging.
"ah there." Suddenly they heard a familiar voice. " Stupid band manager doesn't know an oboe from an elbow. He he elbow band humor."
"Alright! Spongebob." They heard the squeak of the old couch as someone plopped down on it."
"This is my favorite episode!"
The two men laughed quietly.
"what are you doing?" Came a voice behind them.
The two men let out a little yelp and turned around. "pietro!"
"isn't that my father's office?"
"maybe."
"whatare you doing?"
Pietro leaned closer to hear.
"you two are so going to be dead when he catches you."
Pietro walks away.
"maybe he's, mate."
The other man slapped him across the head.
"shut up, John."
They both started listening again.
"oh the poor, poor flag twirlers…they were so innocent." The person inside said on the verge of tears.
"boss man's gone off his rocker." John whispered to his friend.
"alright! I've got enough, come on let's go."
They raced off to The main room.
John plopped the tape in the VCR and there he was. Their good old boss.
In ducky pajamas, with feeties. A teddy bear under his arm,dancing to the beat of SpongeBob Square Pants and completely clueless that his two alcolytes who can't keep they're mouths shut got it all on tape.
BUM BUM BUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
AWWW Poor ol' bucket head. There is a sensitive side.
