Halt vs. Tape: Chapter 2
They walked in, covered and leaves, twigs, and sap.
"So, how was your night?" Halt asked, who was cheerily sipping his coffee.
"Neh," Will grumbled in response. Pulling a leaf out of his hair, he poured himself a cup of the dark, aromatic liquid. Following suit, Crowley and Gilan shuffled meekly after him. The only reason Crowley had gotten up there was because Halt literally threw him up there. All he could do was hang on to the braches, hoping they didn't break under his weight while Gilan and Will pulled him up. Needless to say, Halt was on the ground laughing (well, not really, but his equivalent of it). All three of them were too scared to go down, in fear of facing Halt's wrath again. He had an unexpectedly peaceful night. The rest of them, not so lucky. Here they were, stiff and uncomfortable, pulling twigs out of their cloaks and rubbing sap out of their hair.
After they all settled down, Halt said, "We had a deal. Show me all of the thingys for the competition."
"You had a deal. We did not." Gilan pointed out.
"Yeah, you kinda did." Will agreed.
Crowley sighed, then said, "We did actually have a deal."
"For what?" Will and Gilan cried in unison.
"Wait, unless it doesn't include either of us, we're fine about it." Gilan said, shaking his head.
"Yeah," Will agreed, putting his hands up in defense.
"Well," Crowley started slowly.
"You have to clean the whole house for a month." Halt butted in, rather rudely.
"Hey!" they cried again.
"You have to help us," Will accused to Crowley.
"That, or show him the contest entries." Crowley finished.
"Well, I guess that would be easier," Will half agreed.
"But then he would just be a lazy butt!" Gilan opposed.
"I love how you talk as if I'm not here." Halt butted in sarcastically. "Thanks for being soo considerate."
"Shut up," Crowley said. Halt decided to ignore that particular comment.
After some arguing and lots of pointing, they decided to just show him the entries. Gilan went to go get his bag made of duck tape. Pulling all of the entries out of it, Halt looked over in slight amazement. He never knew so many things could be made with that treacherous sticky monster. Some were on paper, and Gilan profoundly and dramatically read those first.
"Here we go…Crowley, should I read all of them? A lot of them are the same."
"Gilan, whatever's faster." Halt just wanted to get this over with.
"Okay…here we go again. So, the corps has thought of catching more animals, getting their apprentices to shut up by taping their mouths shut-,"
"That's a good one," he commented.
"Continuing on…So, let's see, well, fixing things, holding things together, making stuff out of it,"
"Wait, what?"
"Halt, stop interrupting!" Will exclaimed, aggravated by his mentor's outbursts. He saw his questioning looks, and pointed to Gilan's bag.
"See? You can make stuff out of it. Like, a bag or something. Get it?"
"No." Will and Gilan sighed. Crowley shoved it in his face and yelled at him to look at it. Halt yelled back and told him he would, thank you very much. After much examining and many questions, three very frazzled and peeved rangers wanted to smack Halt in the face.
"Are you done with your annoying and incessant questions?" Gilan bit his lip to avoid lashing out at Halt's face.
"Well, are you?" Will interrogated.
"Well, I have just one more question…" Everyone was fed up with Halt, but he seemed to be having fun with it.
"NO! You don't have another question!" Crowley bellowed, "You have the rest of today and tomorrow morning to get your contest entry in."
And that was that.
Hope you liked it! I would have posted it sooner but I had to do my science fair project… :P