Story 8a: Like Father Like Son
By: Conan16
Bob and Dash were spending their Sunday afternoon watching the game. If Dash wasn't one sixth Bob's size, it'd almost look like a mirror image.
Both were sitting side by side on the couch, slouched over, with their feet on the coffee table.
Violet walked into the living room. She was fixing her hair because she was getting ready to go out with her friends.
"Dash have you seen my headband?" She asked.
Dash just grunted.
"Ok...How about you Dad?" She asked.
Bob grunted as well.
"Never mind, I'll look for it myself." Violet said leaving the room.
"Hand me the potato chips, will ya Dash?" Bob asked.
Without moving, Dash stretched his hand out, and tried to grab the bag.
"Can't reach it." He replied.
"So get up."
"But that would mean I'd have to move." Dash said.
Bob nodded.
"Good point."
Helen walked in on this display, and let out sigh.
"I can't believe this." She said.
She stood in front of the TV to get their attention.
Bob scooted to the left, and Dash scooted to the right to see around her.
"Why are you two just lazing around watching football on such a beautiful Sunday afternoon? Why don't you guys go outside and play some football, and get some fresh air?"
"Why play football when we can just watch it?" Dash asked.
"Yeah, and you don't have to worry about us not getting any fresh air hon, I opened the window." Bob added.
"No you didn't." Helen said pointing to the closed window near the TV.
"Oh, I thought I did. Well, I'll get to it eventually."
Before they knew it, Bob and Dash were outside in the front yard, with a football.
"How did that happen?" Dash asked.
"Your mother can be pretty overpowering when she wants something." Bob replied.
"So now what?"
"I guess we'll go ahead and play some football."
Later, Helen was out in the back yard hanging some clothes to dry. When she went back inside, she heard voices in the living room.
"I'm telling you dad, it's Dr. Jenkins." Dash said.
"Ahh! But can you prove it?" Bob asked.
Helen grumbled, as she stomped into the living room.
Like she suspected to see, there was Bob and Dash watching TV.
"What are you two doing?" She asked.
"Huh? Oh, I accidentally threw the ball so hard, that it knocked out a satellite and popped." Bob replied.
"So now you guys have no football?"
"That's not the worst of it mom! The satellite we knocked out was for the Fox network. We missed the game, and now we're stuck watching Scooby Doo!" Dash cried.
"But you have to admit." Bob added. "This is a good episode."
Helen pulled the plug to the TV.
"Bob, can I speak to you please?" She asked.
They went into the kitchen.
"Why are you encouraging our son to be lazy?" She asked.
"I'm not encouraging, I just wanted to know how fast he was going." Bob replied.
"Honey, wrong script."
Bob looked at his script.
"Oops."
He pulled out another script that said, "Incredible Stories" on it.
"Sorry. Anyways, what do you mean by encouraging him to be lazy?"
Helen pointed to the living room.
Dash was slouched over, feet on the coffee table, in red shorts and a white undershirt.
A tiny gut was poking out of his shirt.
"If I saw that display in a distance, I'd mistake him for you Bob." Helen said.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Helen looked Bob over. Red shorts, white undershirt, and a little of his gut hanging out.
"Ok, I see what you mean Helen. But what do you want me to do about it?" Bob asked.
"I want you to go outside with Dash. Play sports, do some yard work, bond for crying out loud! He's growing up!"
"Ok, you win." Bob sighed as he walked into the living room.
"Hey dad! I was right. It was Dr. Jenkins." Dash said.
Bob turned off the TV.
"Why'd you do that?" Dash asked.
"C'mon. Your mother..." Bob heard a low growl from Helen.
"I mean, we really should be outside having some fun instead of sitting around watching TV all day." Bob smiled.
Dash shrugged.
"Ok."
When they got outside, Bob grabbed the baseball and bat lying next to the house.
"How about we pitch a few?" He asked.
"Sure! I'll pitch first." Dash replied. He ran up grabbed the ball, and ran back next to the porch.
"Ready dad?"
Bob grabbed the bat, and positioned himself to swing.
"Ok son! Let'er rip!" He cried.
Dash pitched the ball, and Bob swung the bat, the ball went flying through the closed kitchen window. It shattered to pieces
"Uh oh." Bob and Dash said together.
Meanwhile, the doorbell rang, and Helen answered the door. It was a salesman.
"Oh no." Helen thought.
"Good day ma'am! Would you be interested in purchasing this..." THONK
The ball smacked the salesman right in the forehead, knocking him out cold.
"Hmm, that's lucky." Helen said slamming the door.
Back in the yard.
"Well, your mother will forgive us eventually." Bob said.
They found another ball, and Bob went up to bat again.
"Ok dad, easy does it." Dash said.
"I don't know how many baseballs we have left."
Dash pitched the second ball and Bob swung the bat. The ball went flying into the sky.
Dash looked at his father.
"What? I swear I held back this time." Bob said.
Somewhere downtown, a bank was being robbed.
"Ha ha! That's right, all the money! Put it in the bag!" The robber cried.
"Looks like your precious Incredibles aren't here to save you either." He laughed.
The robber grabbed the bag of money, and ran out the door. Right when he reached the steps, a baseball smacked him on the head. He was out cold.
"Hmm, that's lucky." One of the security guards said.
Back in the yard. Bob and Dash decided to call it quits with baseball, and they decided to have a footrace.
"To the fence over there, and back to the house." Bob declared.
"Got it!" Dash cried.
"On your mark. Get set... Go!"
In a slit second, Dash ran to the fence and back to the house. Bob didn't even start to run.
"What the!" Bob cried.
"Oh yeah. The super speed and all...Hmm. Well, now what?" He asked.
"I dun know." Dash replied. "Best two out of three?"
"Naw...We could do yard work, your mother suggested that too."
Bob and Dash looked at each other and started to laugh.
Helen was watching through the window. She shook her head.
"Like father, like son." She said.
The End
Author's Note: I know the ending was kinda out of the blues, and the story was kind of short, but to be honest I really wanted to get this up today, and I was running out of ideas for it. I hope you liked it anyway. I'll try to get the next story up within 3 days to a week, and I promise it'll be better. I wish it could be sooner, but I'm just so darn busy.