Chapter 5
Toque polishing
Trouble from two
(Argh, it's been umpteen weeks since I updated! o.o Sorry, all.
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(cough) (cough) Hamgoof: dissapointed or depressed in ham-language. They slump on the ground.
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Stan grumped into the clubhouse clearing, crossing his arms. Paulina was behind him like a lost puppy again, clinging onto his tail.
The key to winning someone's heart… the thought. What is it?
Then he remmebred; he had a girl herself clung to his tail. He stopped, turned around and stared at Paulina.
"Hey, Paulina… can I ask you something?"
"Of course!"
"If say… Donald was your boyfriend…" seeing the hurt look on Paulina's face, he sighed imaptiently and corrected himself "if I were your boyfriend… what would you expect from me?"
"What do you mean?" asked Paulina, frowning slightly.
"What would you want me to buy you? Or do for you?" he asked, trying to make it sound as fun as possible for Paulina.
"Oh!" cried Paulina, her eyes glittering. "Well, for starters… you could buy me a chocolate-covered sunflower seed…" She looked at Stan hopefully. Stan's face then looked like this: T-T.
"Fine…" he sighed. "I'll get you a chocolate-covered sunflower seed…"
"Make it three." said Paulina.
"Ok… three chocolate covered sunflower seeds. Then you'll give me advice?"
"I'll give you advice."
Stan sighed and snatched Paulina's paw. After a quick trip to the ham-general store, they were sitting down, and Paulina was noisily slurping up one of her sunflower seeds.
"A woman… (munch) loves to be sung to." she said sweetly, finsiheing the messy seed, chocolate on her face.
"Sung to, eh? Continue…" said Stan, taking mental notes.
"She also likes it if you do her a big favor…" said Paulina, licking her paws, and proceeding onto the next very large seed. "Like, cleaning her fur, or cleaning one of her prized possesions…"
Her scarf! said Stan, his face lighting up. He could kiss Paulina, but… he changed his mind.
"Thanks, Paulina!" he cried, he squeezed her paw and dashed off.
Smek, smek… Paulina licked her lips. "Hey… where did he go? Ah, well. Yummy seeds!"
Stan peered around the corner. Noone was in the clubhouse…
"Stan?"
"ARAGGHTRHTHTHRGTHGH!" screamed Stan, jumping in the air. He landed to see a raisin-eyed Boss, with a large sweatdrop on his forehead.
"Uh…you're kinda… late. Everyone left." coughed Boss, scratching the back of his head.
"I'm just… eh… uruh… LOOK! IS THAT HAMTARO WITH BIJOU?" said Stan suddenly, pointing away from the clubhouse.
Boss was gone before you could say 'tuna casserole'. Stan 'phewed' and began to look around.
"Huh. I thought Pashmina might've come back. Beh, oh well. Hmm…" Stan's eyes drifted to Kirstina's hat, which was sitting on the table. "While I'm at it… maybe I can hit on Kristina… might as well like more than one girl!" (Bad, bad Stan. XD)
Stan walked over to the table and picked the pink cap up.
"NEARRGHGHHH!" a voice screeched from upstairs. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Stan spun around, only to see Kristina wrapped in a white towel. Stan sweatdropped, and felt slightly embarrased at the sight of Kristina in a towel, but frankly, Kristina didn't seem to give a rat's bottom about how she looked. She descended the stairs before you could say 'flat fumbled floogle flats' and lifted Stan into the air by the shoulders.
"Never… touch… THE HAT!" roared Kristina. She shook Stan angrily, and his eyes boggled.
"Uhn… what's going on here?" asked Boss, in the door way. They both looked, and even though Stan was dizzy, he could see he was sweatdropping.
"Nothing!" cried Kristina, dropping Stan. He fell on his head, and his eyes became xs.
"Oh well, your brother is waiting outside for you, Kristina. He said it's… urgent."
"M'kay. Just need to get dressed." said Kristina. She shot one last look at Stan and then darted upstairs, leaving Stan agonizing and Boss… raisin-eyed.
Sorry it's been soooooooooo long since I updated! xP