A Strange Adventure
By NocturneD III a.k.a. WINGZ
Note: Well the story you read before you has finally got a few people liking it, I'm surprised that I actually wrote about a cartoon meant for PBS and got some people to think it's great. How surprised I am indeed, this story is more likely going into random places though how I feel it should go. And as everyone is hearing if you don't like it then don't read it or review but with rules updated then I really can't stop you from reviewing but I would appreciate it that people would take it easy and not say that "THIS STORY SUCKS!" without any reason why it does. I do appreciate the honesty of the reviewers so far so please enjoy.
Arthur was getting a little freaked out because of the dangerous looking guy sitting down with his sister, looks like he could be a killer but with the past experiences with Arthur quickly judging things he tried to throw it out of his mind. Looking into the family room the aardvark child stood there in the doorway peaking in to see if the leathered suited man would try anything, every time he tried to think of something that the guy could possibly do he reminded himself that his mother approved of the guy coming in so he must not be that bad at all. D.W. kept egging the stranger on with various questions.
"You're lucky, your mom let's you grow your hair out to as long as you want it." D.W. chirped.
"Uh yeah, really I just haven't decided to get a hair cut. Not now that is." Darien replied, "For a little girl you sure do ask a lot of questions but can't blame you though." Just then Mrs. Read walks into the family room and takes one look around.
"Kids. How about you go out to a movie? It's going to take me awhile to help Darien with his taxes and I'm going to need absolute quiet." Mrs. Read asked, the children looked at her strangely but when she pulled out a couple of twenty dollar bills they were out of the house instantly with the money. They moved so fast Mrs. Read didn't even know the money from her hand was instantly taken from her, looking down her hand was empty. "Damn those kids move fast when you give them money" She thought to herself while Darien was a little amazed himself, he smirked and she looked at him. "Okay, let's go do your taxes."
Meanwhile as everyone was doing their own thing, Fern the dog girl was in tears while sitting on her bed. Knees cradling her chin, yet again feeling left out and miserable because of the other kids making fun of her again. She walks to her computer. turning it on and logging onto her screen name. The internet usually makes her feel better talking to her many email buddies, really since she hasn't got many friends around her area why not the World Wide Web? Plenty of people use it and can't really judge you of what you look like or act around people orally. Wiping her tears from her face she signs on and starts to check her email, sighing a little because she only received one thing worthy while everything else was junk.
"Piece of crap, crap, crap, something about Viagra, crap, a test to see if you're lazy or not, find your perfect mate…" Fern looked at the topic and clicked it off throwing it in the delete folder. "Junk, crap, porno, porno, see huge knockers, credit cards… Increase the size of my what?" Fern looked strangely, deleting it again. "See my best friend's mother naked?"
"Ah, an email from The Dark Valor" Fern checked the email.
"Dear Poetry Flower Girl, I'm doing the same as usual. My dad is a total slob like always, mother is a total bitch, and my whole family doesn't understand me. I just want to put them in a sack and beat them as they don't accept my way of life. Why should I obey their rules? I already have a hard time fitting in at school normally, but then Flower Girl I turned gothic. Yes that's right, gothic. Wearing all black to creep people out, can't say it did any better with my family but they learned to shut up around me because I scream at them back though it still seems rough there. I just hate my family, the kids at my school; I just want them to go away or at least accept my ways. Anything to make those idiots leave me alone." Fern read.
"How awful, but going gothic though? What does that solve?" Fern read on and pressed the reply button.
"Dear Dark Valor, I was thinking of going for a change too. I wish that everyone would leave me alone because they will pick on me because I like poetry but can't do well in sports. I just hate it, especially that Francine for her bossiness and Muffy for her snotty attitude, also Binky and his gang. I just want them to burn to death… What does it take to be a gothic kid? Is it hard? Will I be the same person as always? Signed, the Poetry Flower Girl" Fern wrote and clicked send. She then got an idea to look in her closet and look for something dark and laid it on the bed, so far she only had two black shirts with one button and the other a normal t-shirt. Looking for anything she mumbled to her unluckiness to find nothing else black.
"Nothing else black?" Fern looked through her closet thoroughly and closely to find nothing else, she cursed to herself then got an idea. "Mother?"
Meanwhile with Buster, his father, and the band that followed them around were still at Uncle Johnny's place. Buster still tried to eat the sand wedge but the officer stopped him from doing so and putting it in an evidence bag, Buster's father wasn't taking it so well seeing his overweight cousin lying down on the living room floor dead with a sand wedge still stuck in his mouth.
"Well, at least he died what the way he wanted to… Die eating sand wedges while wearing a Santa Claus outfit and watching the complete first season of 24 on DVD… that or being the fattest man alive." Buster's father tried to calm himself down looking at the body then at the television set still playing.
"I know, it's practically June already." The detective added in.
"That would explain why all his Christmas decorations are still up in the front yard." Mora also added. "And the scattered car parts all over the lawn."
"Not sure if this helps but… Ho, ho, ho." Carlos suggested.
"Uh dad, why is Uncle Johnny on the floor wearing a Santa costume?" Buster asked.
"Because he's dead son." His father answered looking at the dead body.
"Is he going to eat that?" Buster asked.
Twenty minutes later, one of the officers offers to drive the group to a nearby motel. Buster's father waved the offer and said he'll go stay in a hotel at Los Ventures, the detective gave them his number incase they ever felt like talking and might stop over with any clues to Uncle Johnny's killer, apparently this police force looked like a bunch of idiots to the average civilian's eye. Before getting into the taxi Buster showed his older friends Mora and Carlos around the house to show what fun he used to have. Carlos excused himself to use the bathroom and did only to find the toilet all junked up with someone else's business and forgot to flush and Carlos frowned and back to Buster and Mora.
"Okay I guess the guy was too lazy to flush too." Carlos said. Mora opened another door to reveal it was Uncle Johnny's room. The bedroom was filled with pizza boxes and porno magazines along with porno tapes scattered all over the room, Buster took a random magazine from the pile and looked at the cover.
"Wow. Hey Carlos, why are these girls only in their underwear?" Buster asked.
"Uh I don't know Buster." Carlos lied while stuffing as many porno magazines into his pants and shirt he could carry. "But it's dirty."
"Yeah, and put the magazines back Carlos. You don't know where they have been." Mora added.
"What's a fat dead guy going to need magazines anymore Mora?" Carlos asked a little frustrated.
"You know they don't belong to you." Mora argued.
"Fine." Carlos admitted defeat letting all the magazines slip out of his shirt and pant legs.
The three walk out of the room and back into the cramp hallway, nothing else seemed a little misplaced according to Buster. The three went outside to find Buster's dad waiting by the taxi for the three to come, Buster took a look at the car parked in the driveway that didn't look like a police car.
"Wow, that's Uncle Johnny's car. He made it himself doing the color and throwing on extra stuff like the roofing and seats." Buster observed.
"Yeah, this car must be built pretty strong to hold up all that bird crap." Carlos added while looking at the messy roof of the car, Mora looked like she was about to throw up to the sight of it. Buster and the crew got into the taxi and drove all the way to Las Ventures and got one room because of the expensive cost. Mora didn't feel comfortable sleeping in the same room with three guys but thanks to the cost she had to share.
"Hey dad, can we see the sites? I want to buy some souvenirs for my friends." Buster asked while looking through his pant pocket breaking out his wallet to find two hundred dollars worth of American money in it, thanks to his little upload he received money in return.
"Uh Buster can I ask you a question?" Buster father asked him in return. "Look at that billboard across the street. Does that woman look a little familiar to you?"
"Uh." Buster stuttered at looking at the billboard across the street to show his best friend's mother is on it in the shower and most of her body blurred out. "Not really why?"
"She kind of looks like your friend Arthur's mother I think." Buster's dad tried to examine it closer.
To be continued…
"Did Buster sell out his footage of Mrs. Read in the shower? Will Fern really go gothic? And what movie Arthur and D.W. go see? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!"
Well that was unexpected huh? Kind of like chapter one I believe but had a lot more sense to it, oh and if anyone is offended by this stuff so far just quit reading it okay. Don't want sore fans ruining it for other people. As with this chapter I think it has some potential and kind of less crude too.