A/N: Sorry it took so long. I went through a lotta junk IRL, then I had
writers block like you'd NEVER imagine. Still kinda having it so don't
be mad at the sucky-ness of the chapter.
Jam: LAMEST excuse I've ever heard.
Wes: This comingfrom a guy who uses the words LAMEST.
Jam: ::blush::
Wes: ::grin::
::smirk::
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"ICE CREAM HERE I COME!!!!" was my battle cry as I tore through Wal-Mart
"Gunna get me some ICEY CREAM!"
When I finally reached the frozen foods aisle, I stood in awe at all the
flavors that seemed to just be SCREAMING "EAT ME!!!!!"
All of a sudden, two flying angel thingies fluttered down, portaying a
heaven-like appearence to the whole aisle. I SWEAR the music Hallieuiah!
was playing somewhere.
So I did the only natural thing when confronted to an aisle filled with
ice cream with no parental supervision. I began filling the cart up to
the rim with Goodly Icey Cream.
"I like Icey Cream. Any kinds of Icey Cream. I'll eat Icey Cream!
Everyday through last Friday!" I sang repeatedly while mentally going
through my checklist of Ice Cream.
Mint Chocolate Chip? Check.
Oreo? Check.
Reeses? Check.
Vanilla? Double Check.
Rocky Road? DEFINATELY a check.
Superman!? CHECK!!!!!
"Ahem." A voice behind me grunted.
Moose tracks? Check.
"AHEM!"
Double Chocolate? Check.
"EXCUSE ME MISS!"
"I'm listening" I said, still throwing random ice cream cartons in the
cart.
"Are you actually going to BUY all that Ice Cream?" he said, rather
annoyed.
"Yup. Yup. Yup!" I said, without looking at him. When there was no reply,
I assumed that he had left and I went back to filling up my cart.
A few moments later, I felt someone still staring at me, so I turned
around.
Only to look dead in the eyes of my first boyfriend.
"GEEP!"
Meanwhile, across the store, Hobbie and Wes were taking a look at the
various clothes around them.
"You mean to tell me," Hobbie said, looking at a pair of jeans, "That
people actually wear these clothes of their own RIGHT?!"
"I know... everything's so..... baggy." Wes muttered.
"These Earthlings have no sense of fashion." Hobbie stated, holding up
a pair of Cheroke Jeans to his waist.
"Yup."
"HI!" a perky saleslady poped up out of NOWHERE. "May I help you? My
name is Claire, how may I be of service to you two gentlemen, today?"
"Well..." Wes started to say.
"We have a 50% sale on ALL jeans and tee-shirts today. Except those,
those, and those."
"But... thats all of the jeans and tee-shirts."
"EXACTLY!"
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"Uh.... I think we'll be fine-"
"NONSENSE!" Claire said, clapping her hands together. "I'll be more
than happy to help you in anyway I can!"
"But we-"
"No buts!" Claire said, grabbing hold of their arms rather forcefully,
"Now, lets go find some good clothes for you!"
The ever perky 'Claire' soon had a measurng tape out and faster than
you could say "Diddlie Doodley BOP!" she was running around the two
and taking their measurements.
Of course, they tried to squirm away, but it was too late. They had
run into the horror of all Wal-Mart shoppers. They had run into
'Claire'.
"Ya know...." Pete said, approaching me. "I could think of a lot of
other things to use that Ice Cream for."
"You are sick and perverted."
He grinned.
"And may you recall that the last time I spoke with you, you ended up
in the hospital?"
He kept walking. "So?"
"Also, may I remind you that you damn near KILLED me!" i said,
menacingly.
"Now you see the price for resisting my advances. Maybe now you'll
cooperate."
"No... Now I just want revenge."
"HA! How can YOU hurt ME?!" he said, now less than two feet from me.
I smirked. "Like this." With that, I kicked him as hard as I could
straight in the solar plexis. (aka: the groin)
He fell and started to cry as I ran through the Wal-Mart, looking
despretely for one of the pilots.
At the very top of the Super Wal-Mart, there sat a figure looking
at the moniters. Each moniter was showing what our heros and heroines
were doing. He gave a smirk as he saw that three subjects were near
his control.
"Soon. Soon you all will be mine. And then there will be NO ONE WHO
CAN STOP ME!!!! MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
he started coughing uncontrollably as his pet owl fluttered by him.
And he would have died to. Except he is the villian of our story and
we kida need him for the dun dun DUN plot. DAMMIT!
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Ok, THATS ALL FOLKIES!
Heh, I like the word folkies. Now..... do as the dancing munchkins say
and....
::breaks into song and dance with the Munchkins from the Wizard of Oz::
FOLLOW THE PRETTY ARROWS! FOLLOW THE PRETY ARROWS! THEN YOU CAN REVIEW!
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! THIS WONDERFUL STORY! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
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writers block like you'd NEVER imagine. Still kinda having it so don't
be mad at the sucky-ness of the chapter.
Jam: LAMEST excuse I've ever heard.
Wes: This comingfrom a guy who uses the words LAMEST.
Jam: ::blush::
Wes: ::grin::
::smirk::
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"ICE CREAM HERE I COME!!!!" was my battle cry as I tore through Wal-Mart
"Gunna get me some ICEY CREAM!"
When I finally reached the frozen foods aisle, I stood in awe at all the
flavors that seemed to just be SCREAMING "EAT ME!!!!!"
All of a sudden, two flying angel thingies fluttered down, portaying a
heaven-like appearence to the whole aisle. I SWEAR the music Hallieuiah!
was playing somewhere.
So I did the only natural thing when confronted to an aisle filled with
ice cream with no parental supervision. I began filling the cart up to
the rim with Goodly Icey Cream.
"I like Icey Cream. Any kinds of Icey Cream. I'll eat Icey Cream!
Everyday through last Friday!" I sang repeatedly while mentally going
through my checklist of Ice Cream.
Mint Chocolate Chip? Check.
Oreo? Check.
Reeses? Check.
Vanilla? Double Check.
Rocky Road? DEFINATELY a check.
Superman!? CHECK!!!!!
"Ahem." A voice behind me grunted.
Moose tracks? Check.
"AHEM!"
Double Chocolate? Check.
"EXCUSE ME MISS!"
"I'm listening" I said, still throwing random ice cream cartons in the
cart.
"Are you actually going to BUY all that Ice Cream?" he said, rather
annoyed.
"Yup. Yup. Yup!" I said, without looking at him. When there was no reply,
I assumed that he had left and I went back to filling up my cart.
A few moments later, I felt someone still staring at me, so I turned
around.
Only to look dead in the eyes of my first boyfriend.
"GEEP!"
Meanwhile, across the store, Hobbie and Wes were taking a look at the
various clothes around them.
"You mean to tell me," Hobbie said, looking at a pair of jeans, "That
people actually wear these clothes of their own RIGHT?!"
"I know... everything's so..... baggy." Wes muttered.
"These Earthlings have no sense of fashion." Hobbie stated, holding up
a pair of Cheroke Jeans to his waist.
"Yup."
"HI!" a perky saleslady poped up out of NOWHERE. "May I help you? My
name is Claire, how may I be of service to you two gentlemen, today?"
"Well..." Wes started to say.
"We have a 50% sale on ALL jeans and tee-shirts today. Except those,
those, and those."
"But... thats all of the jeans and tee-shirts."
"EXACTLY!"
...................................................................
"Uh.... I think we'll be fine-"
"NONSENSE!" Claire said, clapping her hands together. "I'll be more
than happy to help you in anyway I can!"
"But we-"
"No buts!" Claire said, grabbing hold of their arms rather forcefully,
"Now, lets go find some good clothes for you!"
The ever perky 'Claire' soon had a measurng tape out and faster than
you could say "Diddlie Doodley BOP!" she was running around the two
and taking their measurements.
Of course, they tried to squirm away, but it was too late. They had
run into the horror of all Wal-Mart shoppers. They had run into
'Claire'.
"Ya know...." Pete said, approaching me. "I could think of a lot of
other things to use that Ice Cream for."
"You are sick and perverted."
He grinned.
"And may you recall that the last time I spoke with you, you ended up
in the hospital?"
He kept walking. "So?"
"Also, may I remind you that you damn near KILLED me!" i said,
menacingly.
"Now you see the price for resisting my advances. Maybe now you'll
cooperate."
"No... Now I just want revenge."
"HA! How can YOU hurt ME?!" he said, now less than two feet from me.
I smirked. "Like this." With that, I kicked him as hard as I could
straight in the solar plexis. (aka: the groin)
He fell and started to cry as I ran through the Wal-Mart, looking
despretely for one of the pilots.
At the very top of the Super Wal-Mart, there sat a figure looking
at the moniters. Each moniter was showing what our heros and heroines
were doing. He gave a smirk as he saw that three subjects were near
his control.
"Soon. Soon you all will be mine. And then there will be NO ONE WHO
CAN STOP ME!!!! MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
he started coughing uncontrollably as his pet owl fluttered by him.
And he would have died to. Except he is the villian of our story and
we kida need him for the dun dun DUN plot. DAMMIT!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ok, THATS ALL FOLKIES!
Heh, I like the word folkies. Now..... do as the dancing munchkins say
and....
::breaks into song and dance with the Munchkins from the Wizard of Oz::
FOLLOW THE PRETTY ARROWS! FOLLOW THE PRETY ARROWS! THEN YOU CAN REVIEW!
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! THIS WONDERFUL STORY! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
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