AN: Hi guys! I'm attempting to make longer chapters. Let me know how I'm doin'.
Okay, before I begin let me say how happy I am that y'all actually enjoy this little ficlet. It means alot when y'all review. It just gives me this tingly feeling inside. Let's get this started!
Wally pounded his fist against the side of the bus in fury. Unfortunatly, this caused more damage to his hand than to the vehicle. The Australian yelped out in pain and screamed several four letter words that perhaps would shock and anger several of you, and because the author doesn't want this story to get pulled will remain un said. Use your imaginations.
"Look kid," The bus driver, a burly woman named Jo explained, "I clean the busses every night after rounds. Isn't that right, Bessy," She stared affectionetly at the bus and rubbed the front end. "Who's a good bus? Who?" her husky voice cooed.
The Aussie stared in discust at the woman before replying, "Well, when you cleaned them did you happen to find, oh say a doll?"
She shrugged. "Do I look like the kind of person who collects trash? Of course I don't remember what I threw away. Everything's in the dumpster now."
"Dumpster? Why don't you guys have a lost and found or something?" Numbuh 4 shrieked. "Where the crud is the dumpster?"
She pointed out the door. "Out there. The trash men should be here any minute."
He wasted no time in rushing out the door. Smell was practically oozing from the rusted metal trash storage unit. The boy who usually had no problem with dirt or anything discusting shuddered. "Am I really going to search through that thing for a doll?"
He gingerly pulled the lid off the dumpster. The smells overcame him, making him instantly sick to his stomach. He slammed the lid shut, but the smell refused to leave his nostrils. "Holy flaming crud! What have they been doing in this thing?" He gagged.
"Hey little dude, what's up?" the steriotypical surfer voice washed over the sick to the stomach boy. It was the garbage man , here to collect his 'tresure'. He had shoulder lenghth bleach blond hair and a pair of sunglasses. His faded blue t shirt had the words 'I'd rather be surfing' printed in bold black letters.
"Um, I was just . . ."
"Look man, it's totally against dumpster union codes to allow anyone to dumpster dive. I know, what a total pain. But if we let one dude dig though the trash, we gotta let everyone."
'Who'd want to search through this crud?' Numbuh 4 thought in discust. This was gross, even by his standards. "Well, I dropped something in and . . ."
"Sorry man, gotta dump it." Surfer dude removed the lid of the dumpster and hooked it to the truck and returned to the truck to dump it in. "Later," He shouted over his shoulder.
Wally knew what he had to do. He took what may be his last breath of clean air and literally dove into the dumpster. "I can find the cruddy doll before the trash gets dumped," He reasoned. A horrid taste filled his mouth. It was a mixture of rotten milk, stick deoderant, decomposing deli meat, and other unidentifiable, unedible flavors. His eyes watered behind his blond hair, which was covered in chunky, as Numbuh 4 would say, crud. He dug through the trash even though his stomach was doing cartwheels. The trash dug under his fingernails. He couldn't find the doll anywhere. But he couldn't quit. Numbuh 3 would hate him forever if the baby was lost.
His heart stopped as he heard the rumbling of the engine starting. "No! Forget the cruddy doll. I gotta get outta here!" The sides of the dumpster were so coated in trash that it was too slippery to climb out. He watched in horror as the world turned upside down and he was buried in garbage horror.
The world turned black.
As Numbuh 4 was buried alive, Numbuh 3 was having her own problems. "Now can you see how important our job is?" The 40 something year old nerd asked in a nazally voice.
"Oh yeah. Fascinating." She drummed her fingers against the counter. Computers did nothing for her. Sure she loved the internet. Chat rooms rocked! She just didn't care how it was made, who made it, or about the racism nerds were dealt every day for their involvment in it.
She yawned and glanced at the clock. Seven o' clock. She promised Wally she'd take Rainy off his hands once they got to the treehouse. And she was supposed to meet him their half an hour ago.
"Serves him right though. He needs to take care of our kid too." She said out loud, forgetting where she was.
"Kid?" The nerd seemed interested.
"Oh. Well you see, my partner Wally . . ."
"He doesn't want to take responsibility, right?" The nerd pushed the glasses over his nose.
"Right! I mean, we both need to take care of Rainy. She's just as much his daughter as she is mine."
"You go girl!" He smiled. "You seem pretty young to be a mother. How old are you, nineteen? Twenty? You know, we could go to the cyber cafe . . ."
"I'm only ten!"
"Oh." He shrugged. "I don't mind." He smiled suggestively.
"Ew, pervert! I know about you people from Oprah. Don't think you can fool me," She glared and stormed out of the shop in a huff.
In fact, she was in so much of a hurry that she didn't realize the danger she was in until she felt the clammy hands rap around her mouth, preventing her from yelling for help.
AN: I'm so evil! Leaving you in a cliffy like that. Muhaha! Seriously though, how was it? Didja like it? Huh? Huh?
About that garbage guy, maybe he's more of a hippie than a surfer but oh well. It's the best I've got.
Shutting up now. Lil Cosmo is outta here!