Arghhhlll barrggggg mooo :D
MEDIOCRITY AT ITS HEIGHT
A funky smell excreted by Death-by-Candy
Chapter Four: I Wanna Escape To The Movies
It was now nine a.m and at a local Video Ezy the only customers in the store were currently shrieking at each other across the aisles and waving DVDs around.
"Make up your mind already, Wuya! Do you want Big Momma's House or Mean Girls! I can only get two; we've still got Toy Story at home!" Chase cried, brandishing the discs in Wuyas' face.
Wuya pouted, somehow she had returned to her human form. "I want them both! I haven't seen either of them yet."
"Jesus, woman! Get your own card if you want more movies!" Chase whined.
"But I waaaaant them! And I don't wanna pay the twenty cent fee!" She cried, stomping her foot.
"Let's get Spongebob Squarepants!" Jack interjected, leaning over the drama aisle.
Chase slapped him. "That's enough. We're getting Mean Girls and that's final." He headed towards the check-out desk.
"Just cuz you want it." Jack muttered sourly, following Chase. Wuya sighed and headed after them both.
Leaving Chase and Wuya at the counter, Jack walked outside, yelling over his shoulder: "I'm just gonna get some beer. There's gotta be a booze store around here somewhere."
"Wait for me, Jack, they won't serve you- you're too young. Stay there and I'll go with you." Wuya called out. Jack frowned and leant against the glass door.
Chase was silent as the pimply boy at the counterchecked out the movie. He felt someone tug on his sleeve and he turned to see Wuya holding up a bag of pre-cooked popcorn.
"Pleeeeease, Chase! We can't watch a movie about retarded teenagers without popcorn!" She implored.
"No."
"PLEEEEEASEEE!" She was getting desperate for buttery goodness.
"No. Now let's go." Chase pocketed the movie.
"Would you be interested in--" The checkout boy began in a whiny nasal voice, but was cut off when Chase poked his throat. The boys screamed hysterically, and- grasping his neck- ran out of the store.
"What was that for?" Jack said reproachfully from the doorway, watching the boy run shrieking down the street.
Chase shrugged. "He had pimples. You know how much I hate any facial deformities… like--!"
He began a long rant, listing off all the facial retardation he could think of. Wuya rolled her eyes and stormed out of the store to find some alcohol, Jack trailing behind her.
It wasn't until ten minutes later, after reciting his often-repeated rant, Chase realized that his car was gone and Wuya and Jack where nowhere to be seen.
"Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" He screamed angstily, raising his face to the sky, his hands in the air, "My drugs were in that car!"
---
A hot pink corvette was speeding down a highway; Shakiras 'Hips Dont Lie' pumping from the speakers. Jack was driving and Wuya was opening another bottle of bourbon.
"To evil!" She toasted, lifting the bottle above her head. Jack cackled and cranked the radio up louder.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
Poor Chasey, there was some top-quality cocaine in that car!
Next chapter coming to a cinema near you!
-Death-by-Candy