Reread ALL of this story, I've redone the chapters.
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Someone should check and make sure that those ice ships aren't floating around.
DC owns this.
There is a persistent scratching in Joar's dream.
The walls are alive with the sound of claws and teeth. There is a light pressure on his chest and whispering in his ears.
"Pa..pa.."
"Jo,"
"People in..walls,"
A sharp pain hits his nose, and he snaps his eyes open. Isabelle is sitting on his chest, her hair and My Little Pony pajamas disheveled while Lian stands by his head in much the same state, hands on her hips.
"What?" He groans, not fully awake.
"There's people in the walls!" Isa whispers urgently.
"What?" He repeats.
"Listen!"
He does, and finds that the scratching was very real indeed.
"Mice," He growls. He hates mice with a passion. He can remember the day so vividly..The hole Jade made in the wall with her 'emergency axe'...Artemis throwing everything she could reach from behind the couch...The water running through his living room from the kitchen pipes Cameron had frozen...
He shudders.
"Eww!" Isabelle squeaks rapping her arms around him as he gets to his feet.
"I'll get my bow!" Lian says, eyes lighting up.
"No," Joar snaps.
Lian's face falls as she grumpily fallows Joar to Crushers room.
"Wake up Sporty, we got mice!" Joar shouts, banging on the door.
The man emerges from his room, a grave expression on his face.
(..)
Isabelle was way to smart to think that this was a good idea.
"Umm..Maybe we should play something else," She mumbles.
Lian snickers as she continued to tape the large propane tank to the bottom of their cart in Ace Hardware. Papa and Grandpa were getting a 'can of rat death' whilst she and Lian looked for anything they thought could make a small explosion.
"I'm gonna tell," Isa threatens.
Lian rolls her eyes, "Don't be such a baby,"
"I'm not a baby!"
"Are to,"
"Are not!"
"Then shut up," Lian smiles, tearing off the end of the tape and crawling into the cart behind Isabelle, "Lean to steer I think."
"In T minus 5.." She starts.
"4.."
Isabelle secures her construction helmet and goggles.
"3.."
"2.."
She takes a deep breath.
"1!"
With a loud pop and the sound of air leaving a balloon, the cart takes off down the isle and Isabelle screams while Lian throws her arms in the air and exclaims "Wooohoooooo!"
"Left!" Lian shouts and they both lean hard.
"Right!"
"Left!"
"Left!"
"RiAH!" Lian stops as they hit a shelf hard.
Belle gasps as her nee hits the side of the cart and she looks up to see a big can of paint fall directly above them.
(..)
"Would Joar Mahkent and Crusher Crock please report to the front doors please" The overhead voice calls.
"Think they're on to us?" Laurence mutters as they leaves the poison section and makes their way twords the entrance.
Joar shakes his head, "Maybe the girls couldn't find...us.." His voice dies near the end, with good reason.
Isabelle and Lian are standing with security holding there arms, blue paint covering both of them. Isa is crying while Lian is threatening to dismember the men holding her and her cousin hostage.
"Do these belong to you?" Lians' guard barks as they draw nearer.
"Yes," Crusher sighs.
The guards release the girls and Isabelle immediately runs to them, and rapping her arms around their legs.
"This...Is...The second time..I've been in jail..This week!" She sobs loudly.
"What happened," Crusher demands.
"Don't look at me," Lian says, rolling her eyes.
"Why do I have a feeling this was ALL you, Littler Girl?" He raises his eyebrows accusingly in her direction.
"It was!" Isabelle sniffs.
"Was not! YOU could have said no!
"Well one way or another, someone is going to have to face the criminal charges and pay for all the damage," Says a guard.
"Charges? What charges? The oldest ones ten!" Joar exclaims.
"Vandalism, child endangerment, child abandonment, resisting arrest, assault with a deadly weapon, h-"
"Deadly weapon! It was spray paint!" Lian shouts angerly.
"Cant we talk about this?" Crusher huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Absolutely not! You people need to teach your children that they should always respect other pe-"
"You missed a few of those charges," Joar says, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Armed robbery, attempted murder, and major property damage to name a few," He hands Lian there items and holds his hand palm up at the men.
"Wha-" One of them starts before ice encases him.
"Family heist!" Isabelle exclaims, icing out as she climbs onto a checkout counter.
"Wahoo!" Lian shouts, pulling her quiver and collapsible compact bow out of her backpack.
"We can't even go to the store," Laurence mutters as he grabs a nightstick from the belt of a unconscious guard.
As Isabelle, Joar and Crusher fight off the growing security with ease, Lian stuffs all of the candy at the counter into her bag.
"Viva revolution!" Isa yells, shooting beams of ice in random directions. Laurence can't help but think that she goes a little crazy when let off the leash.
As police sirens surface in the distance, the family gathers their belongings and rushes outside.
(..)
"I have to potty!" Isabelle whines again.
Lian is sitting on the couch in the living room with Isa, Jo and Gramps. On the ground around them were mouse caters of all kinds, poison, traps and cages of every shape and size.
"You know, I'm kinda hungry guys," She sighs.
"Stop complaining! I refuse to live with a child sized hole in my wall and a sink that won't drain for the next twenty years dammit!" Grandpa snaps.
"What are you even talking about!" Isa groans.
"This is your parents fault, not ours," Joar snarls.
"I don't understand!" Lian cries, throwing her hands in the air, "You two were super criminals! The baddest on the block! Your considered top level League threats! Why are we sitting here waiting on a mouse!?"
"Were old Lian. We cant go crawling through walls all willy nilly anymore. Plus we've dealt with mice before, it's not pretty,"
"Papa, you got in a fist fight earlier. I think your still tough,"
"Kiss up,"
"Shut up!"
"Hear that!?" Grandpa says, and they hear squeaking from the kitchen.
"We got it!"
"Hell yeah we did!"
"Take that you rat bastard!"
"Lets kill it and eat it!"
Everybody stops celebrating to shoot Isabelle a strange look.
"What? Mommy says you can never be picky or wasteful," Isa says, crossing her arms.
"Somehow I don't think she meant eat mice,"
"Lets just go take care of this," Grandpa mutters, swinging Isabelle onto his hip and hoping from trapless place to trapless place. Joar follows, helping Lian.
As they enter the kitchen, Lian notices that the creature stuck on the trap is far from a mouse.
"What the..." Joar murmurs.
"Its a lake squirrel Papa!" Belle cries.
"Its a beaver!" He growls.
"Where do we live?" Lian shakes her head in disbelief.
"You can eat lake squirrel Papa!"
"No Isabelle,"
"But-"
"NO Isabelle,"
"Am I the only one concerned about how this thing got here," Lian sighed.
...
TO BE CONTINUED
So part two will be up like pronto. Within the week.
That's why this is so short, it's in two parts
I was gone a while. I'm sorry about that.
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Next Time!: Hunting in the Concrete Jungle! Islands, Batbrothers, allergies and more!