Chapter 4- NO! ANYTHING BUT-...
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This chapter will be long.
I warned you.
PS- Cookie belongs to ME. She has red hair in a ponytail, light-light blue fur, grey cat ears, pink cat nose, purple pants, red shirt with brown cookie, and a lightlight blue tail with purple stripes.
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The morning had just came, the skies a beautiful mix of reds and oranges. Schnitzel was happily getting up. Gazpacho had annoyed him all night, Chowder had ate his sleeping bag, and someone had spray-painted "DOOKIE" in green on the back of the van last night. So why HAPPILY getting up? Well, last night Panini had declared that she needed time away from all the boys. So that ment... ONE LESS PERSON TO ANNOY HIM! He got up and danced. Seriously. Gazpacho looked at Schnitzel and sighed. Schnitzel looked at Gazpacho oddly. Why is that freak looking at me? "Schnitzel," Gazpacho spoke, "I think you need to see a psychologist."
THE ONLY ONES THAT NEED THERAPY ARE YOU MORONS! He mentally screamed.
"Look, Schnitzel. Here's the deal. You've had insomnia-" Caused by YOU, the rock monster hissed in his mind. "You've been banging your head on the horn," You ALSO, "And a second ago you DANCED. With booty and everything." Schnitzel twitched. "RADDA RADDA RADDA!" "I'm sorry, man," Gazpacho replied. "I already called them to take you for the day. "RADDA!"
A few various animals in white coats proceeded to administer tranquilizers to the monster.
--MEANWHILE--
Panini was enjoying her time away from the boys. She was happily administering pink nailpolish to various participants until she noticed a girl standing alone in a corner. "Wanna come play?" the pink bunny asked nicely. Panini could now see the cat's features easily. She was Panini's age- 12. "No thanks," she spoke. "Gonna finish this drawing and then I'm gonna go hang out with Gorgonzola. Thanks, though." The girl glanced at the paper in her claws and drew a bit more with her pencil before walking out of the room.
Wait..
Gorgonzola?
She vaguely remembered him as a green rat. Funny name, though. She blinked for a minute, realizing something. If I follow him...I CAN ASK STUFF ABOUT CHOWDER! She happily thought. She blended into the shadows behind the cat.
--MEANWHILE--
Gazpacho and Chowder were happily conversing over MangoMangoes. Chowder licked his lips. "Wanna know what I said?" "What'd you say?" Gazpacho asked. " 'Aw man, I'm not your boyfriend', I says. And she says, 'Num-Nums!' And pretty soon she chases me into a pickle barrel!"
"OH NO SHE DI'INT!"
"Oh yes she did!" The purple apprentice replied.
--MEANWHILE, AT THERAPY...--
Schnitzel had just arose from his tranquilizer haze. "Have a nice nap, sleepy-head?" the male therapist happily and gently spoke. "RADDA!" He was about to lurch forward when he realized that he was wrapped in white restraints. "Sorry, but you aren't going anywhere. I'm Mr.Knots. This is my translator, Giginaramahabbaduchii. But she prefers Gigi. "Gigi is happy to be here," the tall red mouse spoke in a thick french accent. Schnitzel groaned. "RADDA RADDA!" "Now now dear Schnitzel, we will not translate such naughty language onto our notes! You don't want Mister Tranquilizer again, do you?" the therapist asked. Schnitzel grimaced.
This was going to be a LOOOONG day.
--MEANWHILE--
Panini was quietly lurking behind the cat as the cat and Gorgozola conversed over wrestling. "Basketball Killer Rodriguez could TOO kick anyone's butt on Marzipan Wrestling Entertainment!" the green mouse declared. Cookie shook her head. "No way. Devilish Underdog could kick his but anyday." Gorgonzola twitched. "Oh yeah, then why does he have that stupid storyline? I mean, come on, shooting lightning at will? Please!" Cookie grinned. "Okay, you've got me on that one. But we both agree that Italiano sucks eggs."
"Agreed."
Panini wanted to groan in boredome.
The conversation went on for a while like this until Cookie looked over to the sidewalk in awe. She snapped out of it immediatly. "FREE PIZZA!"
At the mention of free pizza, all firey inferno broke loose. (LOL/ 'FIREY' INFERNO'. Heheh.)
The crowd was trampling, pushing and shoving. Cookie managed to grab a box."Yessss," she said. "I get first slice," the mouse retorted. Cookie stared at him. "Pizza eating contest?"
"Oh yeah."
--MEANWHILE, AT THERAPY--
Schnitzel grimaced. "Radda radda radda." Let's get this over with, Gigi scribbled down in her notes.
"So, Schnitzel, is it?" Schnitzel twitched. "Rada." Duh.
"Schnitzel, how was your childhood? Were you touched innapropriatly, or abused, or-"
"RADDA RADDA RADA! RADDA! RADDA RADDA RADDA RADDA RADDA!" How dare you! I'm not a freak! I'm gonna- Gigi stopped. "Ehm, svirrr, what svhould I pvut for zee vad vord?" "Just put 'Tinkle'," the proffesor said.Tinkle Slap you. He giggled happily. "Haha, tinkle slap."
Schnitzel mentally died. Idiots were EVERYWHERE. Seriously.
"Now," the therapist continued."Romantic relationships? How are they?"
"RADDA. Radda radda radda radda radda Ra-DAH." Stop shoving your nose in my buisness.
"Would you like a visit from Mister Tranquilizer?"
Schnitzel grimaced. "Radda. Radda radda. Radda radda radda radda radada." Fine. I have a girlfriend. She's pretty- now please shut up.
"Any others?"
"Radda radda radda, radda, rada rada radd-ah." I don't have to tell you any-thing.
"Fine. I hear you have a hemorroid. How does that make you feel? "
"RADD-AAAAAAAAAH!"
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This is gonna be split into two parts, aiight? THANKS FOR REVIEWIN'!