Disclaimer:I don't own "The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy," Maxwell Atoms does. I don't own "Ralph," Madeupfigment does. I own "Becky and Clad."

Chapter 5

"Dinners ready, dummy-head," Clad told Ralph grinning insanely.

Ralph glared, "If your friend is cooking I think I'll pass Clad man. That girl can't cook for her afterlife," he said rudely going back to reading the news.

Clad said nothing and stood there, staring. And staring, and staring... Eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

Ralph grumbled, put the newspaper down and walkedto the kitchen.

Boogie checked for things that could eat his brain like pumpkin heads and bears. He tiptoed into the kitchen and slowly sat on a chair finding it to feel very wet and slippery. "Ugh! Gross! It's eating my butt!" he shouted.

"Nothings eating your butt," Jack rolled his eyes and sat down snickering at Boogies misfortune.

Ralph groaned and stared at a clock to pass the time. Two hours later. "Where the heck is our food?!" he growled impatiently. Jack was snoring loudly and Boogie was taping the table, very bored apperently.

"I made biscuits!" Becky appeared with a tray of blackened goopy mush that moaned.

"IT WILL EAT MY BRAINS!" Boogie yelped in fear.

"Will not!" Becky protested.

"It probably will, hopefully," Ralph smirked. For all he knows, the goop that was supposed to be biscuits might actully
eat someone.

"WILL NOT!" Becky growled as she dumped the 'food' on Ralph head then stormed off.

"Grr, that's the fifth time this week," Ralph grumbled and walked off to take a shower.

Boogie stared deciding to leave too only his butt was stuck to the chair. "Ow, ow! Hey! What gives!? HELP! THE CHAIR IS ATTACKING MY TORSO!" he wailed.

Jack laughed cruelly at Boogie. Boogie ran around flaying his arms, flinging the chair off of him and he bumped into the fridge. "Food! Need food," he opened the fridge and it was full of fish-heads. "AH! HEADS OF MEAT! WAH!" Boogie went into a fetal position sucking on his thumb and hugging a teddy bear that came out of no where.

Jack was laughing hysterically rolling around on the floor.

"That's just dinner," Clad said walking in and taking a fish-head out of the fridge.

Boogie tried calming down. "BOO!" Jack yelled at Boogie causing him to start crying. "You are so pathetic I don't even have to try," Jack said cruelly and he walked off, quite satisfied.

Boogie sitting in a fetal position, "Jerk," he mumbled panting. After calming down he walked to the living-room and slumped on the couch. "Maybe TV will make me feel better," he said to himself turning the TV on.

"Or a movie," Jack suggested putting a video in the VCR.

"What's it called Squash-head?" Clad asked sitting on a bean chair with a bucket full of fish-heads.

"Don't call me that!" Jack growled. "Deaths of Many," he answered simply.

"Ugh, sounds revolting," Becky sat on the couch next to Boogie.

"S-sounds scary," Boogie started biting his nails.

Jack just snickered and turned off the lights. "OUCH!" Ralph tripped over something. "Must have been the duck," he mumbled and walked over.

"Duck?" Becky and Jack gave Ralph a questioning look.

"Oh no," Boogie groaned, knowing exactly where this is going.

"That blasted duck wont leave me alone!" Ralph complained eyes scanning the area for the duck.

"What duck?" Becky and Jack asked. They were started to get a little weirded out by the behemoth.

"There is no duck. He imagined it ever since the first grade and won't shut-up about it," Boogie grumbled in a annoyed way. Evidently, his timid personality wasn't present due to being irritated at the moment.

"There is too a duck!" Ralph exclaimed as he glared at Boogie.

"Dang, and I thought I was crazy," Jack half joked.

"We're all crazy!" Becky laughed. Though, this is more then likely true.

"CRAZY!" Clad laughed throwing fish-heads everywhere.

"Hey! Quit it! I don't like fish," Boogie pouted.

Jack dumps fish-heads down Boogies turtleneck. "MY FISH!" Clad pouted.

"AH! GET THEM OUT! GET THEM OUT!" Boogie wailed, the slimey heads weren't too comfortable apperently.

"My poor fish," Clad sulked.

"Weren't we gonna watch a movie?" Becky asked, bored.

"Who cares?" Jack asked, filming Boogie. Becky kicks Jack in the shin. "YOTCH! What is wrong with you!?" he glared in hatred, holding his shin.

"Neh. A lot of things. Things you'll never know," Becky answered sitting back on the couch.

"MY FISH!" Clad wailed.

"No one cares about your fish Clad man," Ralph said, now sitting on the floor.

Clad laying on his bean bag went into a slump.

Boogie had manged to get the fish out and he sat on the couch.

Jack pressed play on the VCR.

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