"BOBBY!"

Bobby growled and poked his head out of his sheets. It was 7 am, and John was screaming about something.

Wonderful.

"SOMEONE STOLE MY LIGHTER!"

Bobby raised his eyebrows.

John was wide-eyed, with a crazy glint in them, merely wearing a pair of baggy pants. He had probably been half-through getting dressed and noticed his beloved piece of metal and flammable liquid was gone.

"I GOTTA FIND HER!" shouted John before running out the room at the fastest velocity possible.

Bobby was bewildered.

"... 'Her'?"

((TBC. this is a simple, short, trying-to-be-funny drabble fic. four drabbles, and the story is finished. yes, i like writing short things, and, please, don't review saying it was too short. i prefer things to be short and sweet, other than long and boring. anyway, the point of a drabble is it's supposed to be short, right? ... yeah. i don't know either. anyway, i hope this drabble-fic gives you a giggle or two.))