Chapter Two
"I know a song that gets on your nerves, gets on your nerves, gets on your nerves, I know a song that gets on your nerves, and it goes like this; I know a song that gets on your nerves, gets on your nerves, gets on your nerves, I know a song that…"
"Young Link!" Mewtwo screamed, clutching the steering wheel desperately. "Ness! Stop that singing!"
"…And it goes like this…"
Peaches air bag exploded in her face.
"Alright, you two, you have to the count of three, and if you don't
stop by then, I am turning this car around, and we are heading
home!"
"I know a song that gets on your nerves, get on your
nerves…"
"One."
"…And it goes like this…"
"Two."
"I know a song that gets on your nerves."
"One!"
"Erk!" Young Link said, as Mewtwo broke suddenly and he flew
towards the window. Noticing that they were already outside the large
mansion, they got out and walked up the path.
In front of the door stood a tall, reed thin woman wearing a tweed twin suit. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her spectacles were balanced haphazardly on the end of her pointed nose. Not even the cutest guinea pig in the world could break her steely gaze. And everyone loves guinea pigs! You know how they're all cute and cuddly and they always go "squee!" when you pick them up? Yeah.
"Hello." She said. "I'm Miss Lawson, your inspector. Lets get started."
She rung the doorbell, and Master Hand opened it.
"Who's this?" He said, looking her up and down. "But… My hooker isn't due for another couple of hours…"
"Not off to a very good start, I see." Lawson said, making a note on her clipboard and clicking her tongue impatiently. "Let me see the inside, now. Open up."
Master Hand went a deep shade of crimson, before floating away from the door to let the woman in. She walked down the hall steadily, her high heels clacking against the floor with each step. She invited herself into Master Hand's office, and the rest followed.
"Hmm…" She mused, clicking around on the computer. "Microsoft Excel. Impressive, Hand. But I see that you to clear your history of naughty sites?"
"Ah.. yes, well, funny story!" Master Hand stuttered. "Uh, well, see, this perverted old man came into the mansion and shoved me away from the computer and started going onto those kinky sites which feature nude hands! Then he…"
"Just don't let me see them in there again." Lawson snapped. "Bedrooms."
"Ah,
yes, follow me." Master Hand said, sighing. "Follow me."
"Well." She said, after they had climbed four flights of stairs
and entered a room at random. This certain room belonged to Captain
Falcon, and its walls were covered in posters of cars and, as Captain
Falcon would quite probably have put it, 'awesomely hot babes.'
The room was undeniably tidy. The bed was made up neatly and Falcons computer screen was squeaky clean, with his big fast cars screensaver flashing across it.
"Now," Lawson said, looking a bit downtrodden at the fact she couldn't mark Master Hand down any further. "How's the clothing space in this institution?"
She strode across to the wardrobe and opened it. Everything came out. Old slices of pizza, empty milk bottles, odd socks and a bound and gagged Samus.
"Bingo." Lawson said cruelly. "This place is goin' down."
"Why did this have to happen?" Master Hand moaned.
"Because," Mewtwo answered. "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."
"Murphy was a rather depressing person, wasn't he?" Peach said with a sigh.
And now, reviews!
Razzkat: Lederhosen! Hurrah!
RoyalFanatic: My grammar and structure isn't bad! It's just my terrible Scots accent makes it hard to type proper American dialect (I don't try hard though – It's just to give it less edge and no slang.) .. I'll update as soon as I've typed out the rest of my reviews, okay? Okay, err wot.
Hrainian: Heee-ey-ey YAH! Um.. Yeah. So, you update now, mister!
Uber Spoonz: Yes, and I would write about that, but I don't have a clue as to what Thanksgiving is. Damn.
Miyuutsuu Yeah, this one was boring.. But I'm glad, because now we have the story getting it on.
Moon Tuxedo Mask: Why thank you!
