Spandex
Chapter Six: Washing Machines
A/N: Whoa! Wh- ... Wh-...WHOA! I am insanely flattered by the praise my fic gets. I love my reviewers & I love you. No, seriously, can't you feel the love? E-hugs all round. I'd give you cookies...but I ate them all. Mmm, delicious oatmeal chocolate chip.
Guess how many hits? 603. Laugh it up, fuzzball, that's a whole lot.
In other insanely flattering news, I got onto The Craziest Stories Ever Written! C2. I'd just like to thank everyone there. Why? THEY PWN JOO!11one!
Kay, that's enough of that. My ego inflated & obnoxious.
Success?
...No.
Cyborg had told Beast Boy that there was a washing machine downstairs in a room he had been entirely unaware of up until now. For the longest time, he had simply put his dirty clothing in a hamper which had disappeared every once a week or so. He assumed elves, just like the ones in the TV, did this work. His clothing had just come back neat and folded when he was faced with this problem.
Upon seeing the machine, Beast Boy concluded that one of the Teen Titans was nice enough to do everyone's laundry and even fold it. Another mystery.But the one he was faced with now was more perplexing...
Since when was there a special type of soap for a washing machine? Beast Boy was dubious at best that the strange, crack-like substance was labeled "TIDE". To be on the safe side, he didn't sniff it. After all, he had to set a good example for small children, because they relate to green shape-shifters. Getting high was not on the agenda.
However, he read the instructions on the back carefully and dumped a cup of the stuff into the washing machine, then turned it onto normal setting. He disdainfully threw away the Ivory soap, because:
1. It was Robin's
2. That soap SUCKS, he'd rather DOVE IT UP any old day.
Glancing at the machine to see if it was doing its duty, he set off for the upstairs and videogames.
"Ditched the jeans, huh? Cracking from peer pressure already, I see." Cyborg said instantly as Beast Boy sat down on the couch.
"You'll be cracking from failure when I beat you." replied Beast Boy wittily.
An insane racing game ensued. Beast Boy instantly stole the best character and car, not because he especially needed it, but to irritate Cyborg.
...He didn't need to do it to acheive that either.
After two races, Robin wandered in and asked, "Has anybody seen my soap? I'm missing one..."
Beast Boy was suddenly afraid. Robin counted his soap? However, he simply replied: "Stinky, huh? Well, I can't help you there.", without looking up. Robin scowled and prowled back to his lair of doom. Or room.
After eight more games, Beast Boy was bored of playing and Cyborg was crying. Beast Boy decided to give him some alone time and headed downstairs to put his laundry into the dryer, picking up the comics section of the paper as he passed the kitchen.
He brought out the jeans without looking, and dumped them into the dryer with equal uninterest. Then...he turned it on.
----------tImE pAsSeS aNd HoW lAmE iS iT tO tYpE lYk DiS yO?----------
Three hours and another few games with Robin later, Beast Boy came back down again. The dryer was finished. Jeans were back in session.
He opened the dryer, and was about to pull them out when -
He noticed a long red cape attached to one leg of the...
Red. Jeans.
"NoooOOOOOOoooooOOO!" screamed Beast Boy, holding the jeans to his chest.
----------TiMe PaSsEs BuT tHiS iS sTiLl NoT cOoL----------
Eight years later, Robin was seen on national television speaking about the break up of theTeen Titans and Beast Boy's newly-discovered addiction to sniffing household materiels.
"The fight started out really simply...if only I hadn't accidentally dropped my cape in with his jeans..."
Fin
A/N: The moral? Simply put: if you can't work a washing machine, you don't deserve to live. Or wear jeans.
If AnYoNe SeNdS mE a ReViEw AbOuT hOw CoOl ThIs Is I sHoOt ThEm.
Apart from that, I'm using reverse physcology now. Don't review. Leave a poor, innocent high schooler in the dark about how amazingly awesome and funny her fic is.
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