Note: This is a collaboration between myself and Bungle-in-the-Jungle. These are written by Bungle-in-the-Jungle.
Week two, without the days. Just the fun stuff.
"I'm
never doing that again," Alucard muttered as he ambled
through the front door, Morgan racing in from behind him.
"Mommy
mommy mommy!" the six year old screamed. "Guess what daddy
and I did? He took me to the park and we shot
chipmunks!"
"YOU
WHAT!"
"Yeah! Daddy bought a
dissposibi... decomposib..."
"A disposable."
"Yeah,
that kind of camera and we got pictures!"
Amy
walked very calmly into the garage and got out her brother's old
aluminum baseball bat. Coming back the living room, where Anderson
was tied to a chair, she handed it to an antsy Morgan.
"Go
crazy, love," she said evenly. Morgan squealed, and that was the
last thing Anderson heard.
"Pete! What are you doing
here?" Amy asked. It was 1:00 in the morning when she had
heard pounding on the door. Thinking it was the police, she'd grabbed
the bat.
"I have a questerian, Ah-may."
"Pete,
you're drunk... you're never drunk, ever! Come
in! Are you okay? Has anything happened?"
"I have a
questerian," he repeated. His six-foot frame stumbled through
the door way and he landed face first on the couch. "Ah-may,"
he mumbled, turning on to his side and consequently falling onto the
floor. "Ouch... Ah-may... my questerian ish... I don't
memember... oh yesh! Ouch..." he hit his head on the coffee
table. "Are you cheating on my head?"
"Am I
what?"
"Amy?" Alucard asked wondering down
the hallway. "What's going on?"
"YOU ARE!"
Pete exclaimed, jumping up then falling face first on the ground and
passing out.
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