Trouble from Two
Chapter 2
They're Here
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"Is this it?" the ham-girl asked, looking at the large oak tree. "This tree is frikkin' huge compared to the ones back home."
Ham-boy sighed.
"Let's just go, OK, sis?" he said. He walked into the stone entrance, closely followed by ham-girl.
"Eew, it's so dirty in here!" she said in disgust, looking at the cave walls.
"What did you think? You didn't expect the floor to be waxed and the walls polished, did you?" he said sarcasticly.
"Actually…" said ham-girl, stopping. "Yeah, I did."
Ham-boy smacked his forehead, and they both started walking again.
"Here." he said. "This is the door."
"Do you think someone lives in there?" asked ham-girl.
"Yeah." said ham-boy.
"Are you sure they'll protect us from…" ham-girl gulped. "Them?" Her voice lowered.
"Yes. I hope they do." muttered ham-boy. He swung the door open.
Meanwhile, Stan was sitting in his cage, looking at the several posters of girls on the cage bars.
Why can't I get a steady girl? he thought to himself. I have to looks, the walk, the talk…
He sat up. He clenched his paws and looked at the ceiling of the cage.
"One day!" he cried.
"Stan…" someone said. Stan looked around and saw Sandy standing in his cage. She was sweatdropping.
"I just came to tell you that I signed up for the Ham-Brothers and Sisters…" Sandy ticked over to him. "and the little kid I'm babysitting is coming next week."
Stan smirked.
"You'll have some little kid flicking boogers at your neck for an eternity, Sands." he snikkered. That's where Sandy smirked.
"Aha, dear brother…" she said, giggling. "This is where you'll be joining me. I signed you up too!"
Stan stared at her for a long time, swayed back and forth, then fell over anime style. He sat up.
"What?" he yelled. "No! My rep will be ruined, Sandy…"
"Have fun picking boogers off your neck!" laughed Sandy, sliding out of the cage.
The dark hamster breathed deeply.
"They've fled… again." he growled.
He looked deeper into the blue crystal ball, the deep purple cloak pulled over his hamster face.
"Mizzanne…" he croaked.
His wife walked up to him. She was a white hamster, with two long blonde pigtails to her hamster feet. Her dress was as deep purple as her husband's, ut it cut away at the chest, so some of her ham-cleavage showed.
"Yes, dear?" she asked in her gothic, emotionless voice.
"They've fled again."
"Dammit."
"Our children can never keep still, can they?"
"No, they can't." sighed Mizzanne.
(Heh heh. Cliffie. XD)