A/N: To Wilder Wonka, I hadn't really thought about A Trip to 1971 in quite some time, but now that you've brought it up, I realized it has been far too long since I last updated that story, so I'll try to start writing a new chapter for it soon.
Anyways, I know this chapter is a little short, but it's just a fun little idea I had that I needed to write out. I hope you all enjoy it!
As the Losers made their usual trek back home from school, they came by Derry Elementary to pick up the younger Denbrough sibling. After saying goodbye to his friends, Georgie came trotting up to the group.
"Hey, Georgie," Bill greeted.
"My man, Georgio!" Richie said. "Georgia O'Keeffe!"
"Stop! My name is Georgie!" the boy said frustratedly.
"Georgie Porgie?"
"No, just Georgie. Or George. But that's it."
"George? As in Curious George?"
"No! Just George!"
"You certainly look like a little monkey!" Richie remarked.
"Stoooop!" Georgie whined. "I'm not a monkey! I'm a human being!"
"It's a very thin line, George," Richie said wryly.
None of the other Losers dared to interrupt this conversation. They needed to see where this was going to go.
"What about George of the Jungle?"
"No."
"George, George, George of the Jungle!" Richie sang. "Watch out for that tree!"
"Shush!"
"Saint George? Have you slayed any dragons recently?"
"No."
"Yeah, you're right. You couldn't possibly be a saint."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Georgie said, offended.
"George Washington?"
"No!"
"So you're not the first president of the United States?"
"No, I'm not!"
"Too bad. You woulda been so cool if you were. How about George Washington Carver?"
"No, George Denbrough! That's me."
"Ohh, George Denbrough. Well, nobody interesting ever had a last name like that."
"Hey!" Bill said.
"Well, Georgie, ol' pal, if you don't like any of my 'George' nicknames for you, you know what that leaves me with, right? I'm gonna have to call you Elmer!"
"Noooo! Stooop!"
"Elmer! Elmer! Elmer, Elmer, Elmer!" Richie repeated while pointing at Georgie.
"Stop calling me that!" Georgie whacked away Richie's pointing index finger.
"Hey, don't blame me! Blame your parents for giving you that middle name, Elmer Fudd!" Richie mimicked the infamous Elmer Fudd laugh, then said in his voice, "Be vewy, vewy, quiet! I'm hunting fow wabbits!"
"I'll hunt you if you don't shut up!" Georgie said angrily as he shook his fist at Richie.
"Whoa! Calm down there, Georgie!" Richie said sarcastically. "Or what about Elmer's glue?"
"Okay, th-that's enough, R-Richie, cut it out," Bill interjected.
"Now you tell him," Georgie huffed. "You coulda stopped him earlier."
"Alright, alright, I'll stop," Richie said. "I'm just messing with you, Georgie; you know I love ya."
"Hmph. Well, I don't love you back!" Georgie retorted.
There was a collective "Oooh" from the rest of the Losers.
"Harsh, Georgie," Richie replied.
"That's what you get for making fun of me!"
"I wasn't making fun of you! I was just having fun with you. There's a difference."
"Well, I wasn't having fun, so it doesn't count."
"Hey, Richie," Eddie said, "you like nicknames so much, I got one for you: Bitchy Richie." The other Losers burst out into snickers and giggles.
Richie was less impressed. "Oh, how original."
"That's a good one," Stan said. "But technically Richie doesn't even need a nickname—he already has a shortened name that perfectly describes him: Dick."
"Yeah, good ol' Dick Tozier!" Eddie said.
"Alright, I get it. Haha, very funny," Richie said.
"Not so funny when y-y-you're the butt of the joke, huh?" Bill said.
"No, it's not that. It's just you guys aren't funny. Your jokes are too obvious," Richie said.
"As if you're some comedic genius," Eddie said.
"I am!"
"That's what you think," Stan said.
"Man, you guys just can't appreciate talent when you see it," Richie said. Everyone else rolled their eyes at Richie's comment.
"Just please promise you won't come up with any more stupid nicknames," Georgie said.
Richie replied, "Okay, I promise, Boy George."