Note: This story takes place on Earth! (Just for fun).
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own anything TP related!
Lady Kayte---LOL, haha, I thought Emulet was someone else! Sorry! That was a cool pen name, though. Yes, there WILL be more AD to come (there's some in here, too). If you have any ideas about the couple, feel free to let me know!
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The next morning, Jim clumped his way into the kitchen, trying to ignore the fact that he was wearing his mom's silky pink robe.
Amelia looked a tad disgusted when she saw the teen enter the room. Jim was thankful that the officer had forgiven the camera incident. Still, he was annoyed that she had taken all of his clothes and hung them on the stuffed birds.
"Morning, my darling artist!" cooed Sarah, greeting her son by jamming an English muffin up her Jim's nose.
Jim swatted the food away. "Mom, I didn't actually decorate the---"
"Nonsense, Jim. Still, I appreciate your modesty," continued his mother, smiling. She flattened herself against the counter to make way for Delbert, who had just entered the tiny kitchen.
"Has anyone spotted my…bifocals?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Your what?" Jim asked. He jammed a Pop Tart into his mouth.
"Glasses, Mr. Hawkins. I take it from your rather dim-witted question," stated Amelia, "that you haven't taken any vocabulary lessons, let alone English classes."
Sarah rapped the table with a pink fly swatter. "Amelia…don't discourage this future Picasso!"
The orange juice in Amelia's glass shuddered as Jim's mother continued to smack the table for emphasis. The captain rolled her eyes.
Delbert suddenly grabbed his wife's watch. "Aha! My glasses!"
"Delbert…again, that is my watch," Amelia replied patiently.
The doctor squinted around the kitchen table. "Hmm. I can't imagine where I put them…"
Jim dunked the second Pop Tart into his cup of milk, enjoying Amelia's pained expression. "Maybe you…uh…left them in the sand yesterday."
Delbert shook his head. "Jim my boy, I distinctly recall putting them away last night."
Sarah fingered the fly swatter. "My, I still can't get over my son's abstract art…every time I see the display, I hear a symphony playing in my bosom!"
Jim choked on his milk.
Delbert innocently leaned forwards. "Really? Upon my word, that seems unknown to science! May I…ahem…investigate?"
Amelia put a restraining hand on her husband's arm. "I'm sure she is exaggerating, Delbert. Why don't you look for your glasses?"
The doctor looked indignant. "My dear, I don't need my bifocals in order to inspect Sarah's---"
Amelia's steely glare prevented her husband from continuing. Unfortunately, Sarah looked very complemented.
Delbert gulped and quickly got up, intent on finding his glasses. Meanwhile, Sarah started to clear the table.
"I plan to take Jim out to buy clothes today…he simply refuses to wear the ones on display," Jim's mom said.
"I sympathize," Amelia said flatly. She teasingly raised an eyebrow at Jim.
The teen gritted his teeth. "I bet you do, Ma'am."
The captain leaned forwards menacingly. "Ah. Are you questioning my authority, Mr. Hawkins?"
Jim grabbed the silver Pop Tart foil and mashed it into a ball. The officer was too intimidating. "Uh…no…"
Amelia grinned wickedly. "Excellent."
Sarah was about to ask what had happened, but Delbert rushed into the small kitchen.
"I still have not found my glasses. However, I have decided to use my spare ones." The doctor hesitantly put on the pair, which looked more nerdy than his other ones.
Jim clapped. "Bravo, Doc."
Delbert grinned. "Thank you!"
The teen's sarcastic grin faded ever so slightly. "Uh, I was being---"
Amelia sighed and pushed back her chair. "This has been a lovely morning, but Delbert and I will go out for today."
Delbert cocked his head. "We will?"
Jim grinned. "Aww, you don't want to see me get new clothes? I'm disappointed."
Amelia gritted her teeth. "Don't push it, Mr. Hawkins. I am not de bonne humeur today."
The teenager hung his head. "Yes, ma'am."
Sarah grabbed the van's keys and tossed them at Delbert. "Feel free to use my car!"
"Oh, thanks, Sarah!" the doctor replied.
The couple quickly exited the cottage. Outside, the sky was slightly overcast. The pine trees which dotted the property swayed slightly in the breeze.
"May I ask why you are so eager to leave?" Delbert asked. He quickly strapped himself in as his wife aggressively jabbed the keys into the ignition.
"When Sarah starts to prattle about having an infestation of screeching violins in her chest, one feels the need to vacate the premises," Amelia stated.
Delbert blinked owlishly. "Alright."
The white minivan reversed down the driveway and crunched onto the main road. Asphalt hissed and sprayed at the windows.
"Let's stop by Safeway and restock the cottage," Amelia said.
"We've only been at the house for three days," Delbert pointed out.
The captain nodded curtly. "Noted. However, we have a shaggy baboon living with us---and it has a voracious appetite."
Delbert scratched his head. "Are you being quite reasonable, Amelia? Sarah doesn't seem to be too hairy and she certainly doesn't vast quantities of food."
"I was referring to Jim," Amelia replied, rather amused. She accelerated the van and passed a slow moving truck.
"Ah, yes…Jim. He can indeed be rather voracious."
The naval officer raised a slim eyebrow. "Assuming you are not referring to his eating habits, what do you mean?"
Delbert immediately remembered the bathroom incident and regretted his words. "Uh…nothing, dear! It was a mere slip of the tongue…Jim has never acted insatiable around me."
Amelia pursed her lips, knowing not to press on. Still, she wondered if anything strange had happened between the two. Peculiar incidents had already taken place at the cottage and beach.
"Anyway, maybe we should get something special for Sarah…something to divert her from thinking about her possessed bosom---ah, I mean, her possessive yoga-related frame of mind."
Amelia flicked the blinkers on and prepared to turn the van towards a shopping area.
"Perhaps, Delbert. Still, we should proceed with caution. Failure could result in a major misunderstanding."
Her husband heartily agreed and tried not to smile. His wife always lined up ideas like she was plotting a battle. This plan made sense, though. A simple gift could help calm the often harried inn owner. The doctor hoped that they found something suitable for Sarah!
---Boy, school has been busy…RRR! Luckily, I had no homework today, so I finished this chapter…it has been sitting unfinished for a LONG time in my computer. SO---I hope, as always, that you guys have enjoyed it. Please submit ideas to me when you review! Feel free to do so! Yes! Well, have a great weekend! I hope to update more often! Bye! ----
P.S. JacksGhostGirl's idea will be appearing before long…I'm building it up.
Never fear, more AD along the way…if you guys have any suggestions about what the couple should do, please let me know, too!