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Chapter two: Guess what!
All the way up to the house, the driver seemed somewhat fidgety Erik noticed. Frankly, it was annoying but since he had no rope, he could not punjab the man.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the man pulled into the driveway. Erik looked at the house in awe. It was so big! And painted mint green! It made him immediately think of mint chocolate chip ice cream and he licked his lips. Erik slowly got out of the car and grabbed his suitcase.
"Thank-" he called to the man, but he was not there. Erik blinked and could see through the trees the fat man driving away with crazily relieved look on his face. Erik, somewhat purturbed by everyone's strange behaviour about this house, walked up to the large door on the stone porch surronded by wysteria and other pretty flowers. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently...
Finally, after 5 minutes of waiting, the door flung open and a strange young woman with a dangerous gleam in her eyes stood before him. She was wearing jeans, a pink top that said 'Popples' on it and her light brown hair was put into crazy pigtails that stuck out. She looked Erik over and grinned.
"MOOOMMMM!" she suddenly screeched at the top of her lungs, making Erik cover his ears in pain. "GUESS WHAT!" she cried in a singsong voice.
"Pudding,"came a call from somewhere in the house, "I don't have time to play games darling. What is it?"
"IT'S ERIK!" she yelled again, this time, flinging herself onto him and consequently knocking them both to the ground.
"Ouch!" he cried in protest. "Get off of me woman!"
"No!" she giggled. Erik huffed and he puffed, but he couldn't get...Pudding he supposed her name was, off of him. Just as he began to truly despair, he heard a war cry and a groaned as another weight was added to him and suddenly dissolved as Pudding was pryed off of his cowering body. He jumped up while he had the chance and stood back in awe as he caught his breath at the scene before him.
A boy, about 17 years old, was wrestling Pudding to ground with a fly swatter. He was also wearing a strange hat known to many as, a cowboy hat.
"Take that you fiend!" he yelled as he -SMACKED- her with the fly swatter. Erik winced; that had to hurt.
"Owwwwwwww!" howled Pudding in pain. "Nic! Get off me you bodaggit!" She slammed her elbow hard into Nic's ribcage and crowed triumphantly as he bowed to the ground in pain. Using Nic's momentary pain to distract him, she grabbed the hat off of his head and jumped on his back.
"Ha ha you fiend!" she said in a phony french accent. "Yes! Yes! Bow to me Captain Mayhem! Bow to Captain Chaos! Know this, ye shall never take M.M.S. Desire! Haha!" And with that, she jumped off of his back, flying in the air towards...
Erik gulped and tried to escape the wrath that was Pudding, but it never came. He opened his tightly shut eyes to see a very small child shooting Pudding with a NERF gun. He just let his jaw hang open. What was this house on!
"Grrrr!"yelled Pudding, pulling an Incredible Hulk and breaking free from the child who yelped like a wounded dog. "Kid! I'm going to break your new glasses in half and make you eat them!"
"Pudding!" cried the voice that Erik had heard earlier. He turned to see Mom standing in the doorway in all of her cooking glory. She was wearing an apron with a rooster on it and a very stern look.
Pudding, in her guilt, threw the hat onto the still groaning Nic and held her hands in the air.
"It wasn't me! It was the one-armed man!" she pleaded. Erik sat wide-eyed and slightly shell-shocked as everyone stood up. Mom finally noticed him and gave a cry of delight mixed with horror.
"Oh Erik you poor dear!" She rushed to his side and helped him up. "I'm so sorry darling. You'll have to excuse my," she gave a glare at her family staring at their feet guiltily, "children. Honestly, I should have never quit animal science at university; being a vet is easier than putting up with these people!"
"Hey!" snapped Pudding. "I resent that! I'm a thing!" Kid slapped his forehead in frustration at his sister's mind. Nic would've done the same but he was too busy being happy with his returned hat.
"Er..." was all that Erik could say before Mom rounded everyone up in one swell foop, including Erik whilst mumbling something about making waffles.
Yay! That was fun! BTW, my brother, Nic, and I have this thing where we are pirates and occasionaly we have duels "to the death" by way of plastic pistol we got in Portsmouth. To this day I think that it's the best 5 pounds we have ever spent in England... M.M.S. My Majesty's Ship