Disclaimer: I do not own Finding Nemo. I do own my own created characters.
Chapter One: A New Home
It was a beautiful day on the reef. Everything was calm and peaceful as seaweed swayed in the ocean current. It was the weekend, so no guppies were in school. Everyone was enjoying themselves and relaxing, everyone that is, except three certain F.E.A members…
"Her name was Lola. She was a show shark…"
Chum was getting annoyed. "Anchor, if you sing another song, I'm going to rip your dorsal fin off!"
Anchor had been singing a lot of songs. The main reason was because he was bored. The new friends had been looking for a new sunken ship ever since their ship fell into the abyss. They probably could've brought the ship back up because it hadn't fallen very far, but they didn't want it after they saw an anglerfish…ahem…playing in it.
'Boy, 'at was the worst fish to play Super Fishio Party ever!' Bruce thought.
Anchor always sang when he was bored, it was what he did. But Chum had enough of the singing after hearing three other songs.
'First Ludacris's Get Back, then Brittney Spear's Toxic! Man, doesn't he know he can't sing?' Chum ranted in his head. He was usually open to Anchor's bad singing, but was shocked after hearing him sing Destiny's Child's Bootylicious. It was scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary.
"Well sooooooory mate. Hmm, some sea creatures just don't n'derstand good singin.'" Anchor grumbled. He then remembered something and began smiling.
"What're you smilin' for mate?" Bruce asked.
Anchor was startled, lost in his thoughts. As much as he liked his friends, he wasn't going to tell him what he was smiling about. "Erm…It's nothing." He said quickly. Too quickly.
'I'm gonna find out what he's so happy about.' Chum thought in his mind. He thought of an idea and was going to whisper it to Bruce, but was interrupted before he could begin.
"Look mates! I found a new ship!" Bruce shouted.
And sure enough, there was a ship. In a field. A minefield. Full of dangerous explosive death bombs. These death bombs were called mines.
"How nice. Now every time we tell everyone where we live, we'll just say; Oh, It's easy to get to our house. All you have to do is go through the deadly minefield without blowing up into a million pieces, and you'll be okay." Chum remarked sarcastically.
"Yeah I know!" Anchor said, oblivious to the fact that Chum was being sarcastic.
The three friends were exploring their new home. Unfortunately for Bruce and Chum, Anchor had found the kitchen. The two could hear him and the clash of knives from the living room.
"Hey you guys! I'm a pro Australian chef!" Bruce and Chum heard metal clanging and then a loud, "God dammit!"
Bruce rushed to the kitchen along with Chum. They saw one of Anchor's fins bleeding.
"Oh crap!" Exclaimed Chum. "'Ere mate, I've got a band-aid!"
Chum gave Anchor the kelp made band-aid (tee hee, it rhymes!) but before Anchor put it on, Bruce had to put on some coral ointment.
"Okay, I'll need to put this on…"
"Don't touch it!" Anchor whined like a three year old with a cut.
"I won't. Now, if you'll let me…"
"Leave me alone!" Anchor whined with tears in his eyes. He was cut really bad.
"Look Anchor, I've gotta put this on. Now if you won't let me put this on, I'll have to rip it off…with my teeth…my sharp, white, sparkly, teeth." Bruce said.
"Yeah, and if you do, then I'll punch you with my muscles. My big, rippling, macho manly muscles…OWW!" Anchor yelped.
Bruce had put on the ointment and applied the band-aid. He gave Anchor a triumphant look.
"Umm… That didn't hurt a bit!" Anchor said with a forced smile.
"I bet it didn't." Chum mocked. "Nothing could hurt your big, rippling, macho manly muscles."
"Aww, shut up." Anchor scowled.
After that, the day passed, turning into night. Anchor went into a fake sleep, I don't know if sharks can sleep, so I'll call it fake sleep not knowing that Chum was conversing with Bruce.
"Ya' think we should visit our friend 'Arlin?" Chum asked.
"Why?" Bruce loved to visit his friend Marlin, especially after he forgave him for almost eating him, but he sensed a tone in Chum's voice that meant something was wrong.
"Well, I think somethin's wrong with Anchor. He's been smiling like a fool all day!" Chum replied.
"Aww, no worries mate. I bet it's just his usual… selfy… ness." Bruce said.
Bruce's answer only made Chum more unsure.
"Tell you what, if it happens again, then we'll tell Marlin." Bruce said, smiling at his idea.
Chum gave in and sighed. "Fine, but if he smiles at me, I'm punching him."
Little did they know, that a new arrival tomorrow would only make Anchor smile more…
Well, that's it. What do you think? R&R please!