THE ADDISONS SITCOM
Author's note: I liek orange juice
The Addisons arrived back home to find the shopping cart slammed into the front door with orange juice bottles thrown all over the front yard. Yellow walked inside finding more orange juice bottles scattered everywhere. He heard noises coming from the bathroom and peeked inside witnessing the saddest sight he had ever witnessed in his life: Pink was furiously sobbing on the floor in the dark as lit candles surrounded him while ritualistic music of people chanting hymns softly played.
He was out of hair conditioner and could not get the texture of his hair just right.
Yellow shuddered and proceeded to go into the living room to sit on the couch as Blue and Orange stepped into the house.
"Where's Spamton?" Asked Blue as he opened the fridge to discover Spamton inside hissing madly. He quickly slammed the fridge's door shut and went to sit with Yellow.
Orange joined them carrying his laptop over to check his finances and was devastated by his bank account. "FUCK!" He screeched. "ACCIDENTALLY OVERDRAFTED! Account is now negative nine-thousand." He placed his face into the palms of his hands from the stress.
"What?" Asked Yellow. "How?"
Pink stormed in, his hair was a disaster. "PROBABLY FROM ALL THOSE FUCKING ORANGE JUICE BOTTLES HE BOUGHT AT WALMART!" He screeched. "BUT DOES ANYONE CARE ABOUT HOW I AM DOING?! NO! MY HAIR IS RUINED! FOREVER!"
"Pink we'll just get you more hair conditioner." Sighed Yellow.
"I BLAME YOU FOR MY HAIR'S CURRENT STATE!"
Yellow stared at him with a deadpan expression.
"I AM IN PAIN. I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN!" Continued the angry pink man. "SO MUCH AGONY!" He ran back to the bathroom furiously sobbing.
"Bitch." Said Yellow.
"Bitch." Said Orange.
"Bitch." Said Blue.
"BITCH!" Screeched Pink from the bathroom.
"Bitch."
"Bitch."
"Bitch."
"Bitch."
"BITCH!"
Six hours passed of them exchanging pleasantries until Spamton climbed up onto the couch and leaped onto Blue's head to nestle within his hair.
"SPAMTON!" Shouted Blue. "OFF MY HEAD!"
Spamton hissed protecting Blue's head as if it were a Pipis.
Blue went quiet and sighed. "Fine, you can remain on my head... only because you helped me earlier."
Spamton smiled and purred as he curled up to nap on his head.
"OH NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN!" Shouted Blue.
Orange shuddered. "WHY DOES HE DO THAT?"
"WHAT EVEN IS THAT?!" Screeched Yellow.
"DON'T JUST SIT THERE! HELP ME!" Shouted Blue. "THIS IS TERRIFYING!"
"Bitch." Said Yellow.
"Bitch." Responded Blue.
"Bitch." Said Orange.
"BITCH!" Shouted Pink.
In the kitchen, Sans had a jar of mayonnaise and a single leaf of lettuce on a plate. "I shall now attempt to eat a diet lunch consisting of one leaf of lettuce lightly seasoned with… one quart of mayonnaise!" He dumped the entire contents of the jar onto it causing the canned laughter to erupt wildly and even whistling.
Orange walked by and grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the floor and slammed it onto the counter. Next he pulled a bottle of vodka out from a cabinet. "I'm having a screwdriver because today is awful… does anyone else want some?"
Pink shrieked out ungodly noises from the bathroom.
"Pink said yes." Responded Yellow.
"Never leave your food dish under a bird cage!" Spoke Sans as the invisible audience laughed hysterically. "Avoid fruits and nuts: after all, you are what you eat." The canned laughter roaring from the invisible audience became incredibly intense that reality began to crack slightly causing the world to rumble for a short moment knocking everyone off the couch onto the floor.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" shrieked Blue as he got up. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Orange ran back into the living room out of breath and covered in orange juice from the mysterious shake, but he still had his screwdriver intact. "I don't know, but I'm scared!" He immediately chugged his drink.
The three were clearly rattled and Pink ran out the bathroom to join them. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!"
"YOU FARTED!" Nervously responded Yellow before smiling. "Ah, comedy; always helps to reduce the fear of some situations."
Pink became enraged by Yellow's response and proceeded to leap onto him ready to slap him into oblivion until Blue pulled him off. "Okay, everyone. We have no idea what just happened." He placed Pink onto the couch. "Let's just… try to watch something to get our minds off that ominous rumbling. Hopefully, it was nothing."
Orange, Yellow, and Blue sat with Pink at the couch and Spamton slammed himself onto the remote activating the television as he sat on the floor. "GARFIELD [[and friends]]" he shouted as he placed on Garfield and started clapping at the funny orange cat on the screen.
"I don't get it." Said Yellow. "Why does Jon always scream at Garfield?"
"He's a terrible cat owner." Responded Orange. "He literally just places food right in front of Garfield and then yells at him in a threatening manner to not eat it."
"What does he even expect? For his cat to starve while he eats food in front of him?"
The four muttered amongst themselves Garfield lore and theories as Spamton clapped while watching Garfield.
In the bathroom, Swatch popped his head out the toilet spreading toilet water everywhere as he climbed out. "Piss-off-athon."
TO BE CONTINUED?
