Yeah, you all are gonna have to live with me not answering any of your reviews 'cause I'm just lazy. :P Well, at least I finally have my notebook thing back in my possession- time to start finishing this story! -dances-
Grim: It's 'bout time…
Mandy: Why don't you just not finish it and spare us the embarrassment…
Billy: Aw, come on, I wanna find out if I get my ice creams!
Alright then… on with the story:P
"Daw, the line's not moving at all!" Billy whined impatiently after reaching the end of the line and having waited there for more than just a few minutes. He squirmed in his blue-striped shirt, itching for the cold substance. He craned his neck to see what was happening at the truck. Turns out, a customer was having a bit of trouble picking out a flavor. The ice cream truck driver didn't seem to be helping much either, his yelling and ushering on only seeming to make matters worse. Billy sighed, "Oh, I wish Grim or Mandy were here to clear this up…"
Nergal Junior entered his room after a long while of silence, not at all surprised to find Grim there, thanks to his father informing him. "I assume Billy has not arrived?" Junior asked, attempting to sound superior.
"No dip, or else we wouldn't be talking to YOU." Mandy replied matter-of-factly as Junior made himself visible through the clear fire.
He frowned, situating his hands behind his back. "Well then, you won't be released anytime soon."
"Like we didn't know dat already," Grim spat sarcastically, his attitude the same grumpiness as Mandy's.
"You said the exact thing yesterday, bonehead." Mandy pointed out, looking up at Grim.
"Like it's a crime to be repetitive." Grim grumbled, his boredom getting the better of him.
Junior walked to the rock in the middle of his room as Mandy continued the conflict, "Did I ever say it was a crime?"
Grim raised an eyebrow as her, "Maybe YOU should get some rest, Miss Grumpy."
"What, so now I'm married to one of the seven dwarves?" Mandy retorted crossly.
Grim stood up testily, but Mandy, (being Mandy) was able to predict this move and began to support herself before she had a chance to fall.
"YOU'RE the one who got me dragged down here in da first place!" Grim growled, "if you hadn't of gotten so upset over a stupid bed, you wouldn't have gotten yourself kidnapped!"
"Maybe if YOU wouldn't have fussed about your girlie habits, I wouldn't have had to." Mandy crossed her arms steadily, cocking an eyebrow threateningly.
Grim clenched his fists, looking at Mandy with rage. "I'VE HAD IT! I'm getting out of here one way or another!" Grim turned to the wall of fire, bracing himself for some extreme pain.
Mandy stood up hurriedly, "Look, don't go doing stupid things, Grim." She paused for a reply. Grim didn't listen to her, although he most probably should have. The foolish reaper charged at the fire, closing his eyes tightly, however that did not help much at all.
"RRG!" Grim howled, the fire wall causing him to bounce backwards, tumbling onto the floor.
Junior snickered as he watched the two from his bed. "Haha, don't even try to escape."
Mandy glared down at Grim for his ignorance, then glanced back up at Junior. Perhaps she could trick him into helping them…
"Hey, Junior," Mandy called needlessly, as Junior's attention was already directed towards her.
"What do you want, Mandy?" Junior asked, cackling.
"Tell me, what is it that your father admires most?" Mandy asked, acquiring an innocent tone, her brain hard at work.
Junior raised his eyebrows, "Please, isn't it obvious?" He emitted a disgusted sound, "He's into 'friendship'…" The demon child rolled his eyes.
"Friendship…" Mandy repeated, taping her chin thoughtfully. She then began speaking once more, just as Grim started to recover, sitting up and clutching his skull. "So, I suppose he wouldn't really relish intervening with 'true love'?"
"Are you kidding? He'd like nothing more than to usher the idea of love…" Junior stated, wondering what Mandy was getting at. He then expressed his question, "Why does it matter?" His voice hissed through his barely parted lips.
Mandy shook her head, turning away from Junior. "It's nothing." She muttered, still in thought.
Grim looked over to Mandy, eyes half closed from the shock of the attack he brought upon himself.
Mandy ignored Grim, walking over to the exposed wall, and plopped herself down. "Hmm…" Mandy thought, forgetting all that surrounded her as she thought. As she did so, Grim laid down drowsily, resting his head unconsciously on Mandy's feet.
It suddenly clicked for Junior what Mandy might be thinking of. His smirk caught her attention. "Don't tell me you're in love with someone and being here will ruin your relationship! Who would be your date? That skeleton you call a friend?"
Mandy's eyes became smaller in the heat of anger, "Anything to get away from YOU." Grim couldn't understand a word that was said, his head still swimming.
Grim's vision did eventually began to focus itself, and instead of six Mandy's, Grim saw one Mandy sitting beyond his head.
With a moan, Grim sat up once again, his arms behind him, palms flat on the stone floor to support him. "Wha'did I miss?" He asked blandly.
Mandy stared at Grim, expressionless, as her plan of action became clear. It was far from perfect, but it seemed their only hope of escape, unless they wanted to wait for Billy, which would most probably mean Mandy would be 40 years old by then.
"Mandy, are you okay?" Grim questioned, tapping Mandy's shoulder.
Mandy jerked out of the way of Grim's next tap. "I have an idea of getting us out of here," she mentioned, thick eyebrows furrowed.
Still awaiting his turn for an ice cream, Billy scuffed the ground with a shoe impatiently. The line way moving now, but it was still taking forever. He looked as best he could over the children's heads to see how much farther the ice cream truck was, and in the process he spotted Irwin and Pud'n. They were ordering their cold treats already. "Gee, they sure look happy with their ice creams!" Billy muttered sorrowfully. Sighing, he took a step forward as the line moved an inch more.
"Dat's your big plan?" Grim asked Mandy, disbelieving that she would ever consider such an idea.
"I say it's a good idea Mandy has, if you ever want to get out." Junior said, more friendly than before, but with a hint of sarcasm accenting his voice.
"Are you sure that if we claim to be… in love… Nergal will let us free?" Mandy asked coldly for reassurance.
Junior shrugged. "My dad is unpredictable," he said this just in case things went wrong. He did not want to be blamed and have to face Mandy's wrath when she finally did manage to set herself free. "But I'd say it's all you got now."
"Da only problem is how are we goin' to get Nergal in here and do dis wit'out suspicion." Grim pointed out, glancing at Mandy.
"That won't be a problem. My parents will come in to check on me soon. They tend to do that."
Mandy raised an eyebrow, as if amused, but other than that her expression was not modified.
Grim rested his head in his hands, watching the fire around them. "Dis shall prove to be interesding…" He muttered to himself, wondering if this was such a good idea.
"Finally!" Billy yelled angrily, yet he was very happy to make it to the front of the line.
"What do you want?" A man dressed in a white uniform asked from inside the truck. Long, thick black hair decorated his bare arms, 5 O'clock shadow lined his chin. His hair was tangled and unclean, and his thick unibrow gave him an even more intimidating appearance.
"Ohoh! I want… uhhhhh…" Billy examined his choices, sticking his tongue out as he entered a thoughtful moment.
"Ugh, hurry up!" The driver pleaded exasperatingly with a grunt.
"Well, geez," Billy scuffed. "I'll have the strawberry vanilla swirl with chocolate covered peanuts and rainbow sprinkles, then." The ice cream truck man walked to the back of the truck, turning his back to prepare Billy's order, when Billy piped up again. "Oohoooh! I want the SPECIAAAAL!" Billy jumped, proding the picture on the side of the car.
The ice cream man groaned, turning to Billy. "Are you SURE you want the special?"
Billy thought for a moment, placing one wrist on his hip and a finger to his chin. "Uh… yeah, yeah." He nodded vigorously.
Once again, the older man walked to the back of the truck, and reached into a freezer, pulling out a popsicle in a wrapper. He walked back to Billy, handing him the treat. "That'll be one dollar." The man droaned in his monotone voice, extending an open hand towards Billy.
"Okay!" Billy nodded, reaching into his pants pocket, only to find it empty. "Oh, wait a minute," he assured the ice cream man, who only sighed and rested his head in his palm, bored, and began tapping the small desk that jutted out from a window in the truck.
"I know I have something in there…" Billy muttered, still digging into his pocket. "Just hold on a sec,.. ohoh! Got it!" Billy proclaimed, pulling out his hand. The ice cream man frowned, seeing that Billy held a wad of lint. Upon noticing the man's expression, Billy looked at the item he clutched between his small, pudgy fingers. "Oops!" Billy laughed nervously. "Wrong pocket!" He stuttered, biting on his nails. "Errs… Uh. I'll be right back!" Billy placed his cone on the desk, running home as fast as he could go to retrieve the necessary amount of money.
The uniformed man glanced at the next customer as Billy sprinted for his house. "What would you like?" He asked grumpily.
"I better hurry! What if someone takes my ice cream!" He then gasped at an even more hideous though. "What if there's none left by the time I get back?" Billy slapped his palms to his cheeks, which turned red, gasping. "Oh, where's Mandy when you need her?" Billy cried, trying to pick up his speed.
Oh no Mandy, what are you thinking, girl! ; Well, we can only hope everyone ends up unscathed… no promises for Junior at this point, he's just egging Mandy on with all those comments…
And poor little Billy… he misses his Mandy.