Once again, another piece that's extremely random and short, to say the very least. It's been sitting stored in my computer for a few weeks, and I finall decided to upload it, seeing as my brain is stillutterly fried from finals last, and I have absolutely no good ideas at the moment. Needless to say, just another drabble which is why I'm uploading it here.
Anyway, please read and review!
"Master Wilt?" the thickly British-accented inquiry rang out. "Master Wilt!"
Upon hearing his name, the lanky, scarlet-furred imaginary friend immediately bolted upright from where he had been idly flipping through TV channels and turned to respectfully face the large, finely-attired rabbit who had just entered the room with a dignified hop.
"Yeah, Mr. Herriman?" he dutifully replied.
"Master Wilt, not more than five minutes ago, I spoke on the phone with the mother of one Miss "Goo". Are you familiar with the child whom I speak of?"
"Goo? Yeah, course I am! Um, why?" Wilt asked, cocking his head confusedly.
"Well, being as late as it is, her parents sincerely wish for their daughter to be returning home as soon as possible." Mr. Herriman explained in a very matter of fact tone of voice.
"Uh….and, so…." Wilt murmured bemusedly in reply on how this effected him. As the lanky imaginary friend stared at him in total puzzlement, Mr. Herriman suddenly relinquished a bit in his usual dignified posture to glare back an unusually pleading manner.
"Er….would you have any idea where the child is at the moment?" he asked quite bluntly.
The lanky imaginary friend continued to return the stare for a few further moments before finally breaking out in his trademark toothy grin.
"I think I may have a bit of a clue, actually, he laughed. "But just lemme go see if I can find the Mother Hen, first."
Terribly bemused by the rather cryptic statement, Mr. Herriman couldn't help but stare blankly in dumb silence for a few seconds, blatantly befuddled.
"Er…right then!" he finally managed to reply with a curt nod. "Well, get to it!"
Chuckling merrily to himself, Wilt strode off, quickly clearly the distance through the cavernous Victorian mansion in just a few strides with his unusually long legs. It took only a matter of minutes before he found himself sauntering into Foster's spacious living room, where it took only a moment to scan the area and find the object of his search, thus affirming his assumptions.
Now, in all truth, Foster's resident caretaker, Frances "Frankie" Foster didn't quite exactly resemble anything much akin to a "mother hen", as he had referred to her only minutes earlier. However, Wilt still found himself struggling to stifle some laughter, for in reality, the twenty-two-year-old actually looked like something more of a mother cat snuggled up with its litter more than anything else at the present.
The scarlet-furred imaginary friend couldn't help but pause for a moment to take in the tender scene that lay before him. Frankie lay sprawled out upon the thickly carpeted floor, her lanky frame almost completely curled about a bizarre trio, consisting of a dozing chestnut-haired little boy, a snoozing pigtailed girl, and a snoring azure blob. All three of them lay fast asleep and curled up contentedly in a tight huddle against the redhead's body. Frankie of course was in no position to complain about the crowding, for she too was napping away blissfully, apparently worn out like the others from a long afternoon of playful roughhousing.
Tying to unsuccessfully hold back a warm grin, Wilt dutifully bent down to gently remove Goo from the rest of the pack. Trying to act as gently as possible, he delicately grabbed hold of the slumbering child, moved her slightly-
And immediately paused warily as something caught his eye for a brief moment. Wilt paused and stood stock-still for a few quick moments, slightly confused. Wait, did he really just see what he thought he just saw?
Shrugging it off as a mere mind trick, he continued to carry out his assigned task. Holding her in a firm but gentle grip, he slowly began to work Goo free from the others-
And once again halted dead in his tracks, drawing in a sharp intake of breath. There was no doubt about it now. Every time tried to move Goo away from the rest of the pack, even if her nudged her a fraction of an inch…
Frankie, though still in a deep sleep, was openly baring her teeth in a blatantly threatening manner.
Wilt immediately released his hold and hastily retreated back a few paces, stunned. So now how on earth was he going to do this?
It was a terrible inner conflict he was facing. On one hand, he wanted to dutifully follow Mr. Herriman's orders, as it only seemed proper for him to do so. But then again, it seemed like such a terrible shame to stir this picturesque scene before him.
However, much more importantly, accidentally making a not even semi-conscious Frankie feel that the little ones were being threatened in any way was just about as intelligent as lighting a match inside a warehouse filled to the ceiling with fireworks.
Taking a deep breath for composure, Wilt bent down again to try once more to gently remove Goo from the packed huddle without disturbing the others. Maybe, if he did it as carefully as possible, he could get away safely and-
While trying to grab hold of the slumbering little girl, Wilt accidentally nudged the dozing Mac a little too hard. Immediately a minor chain of reaction was set off, for as the child stirred a little in his sleep, he accidentally wriggled against the dozing Bloo, who immediately emitted a barely audible whimper as his rest was slightly disturbed.
Is was the basic equivalent of setting off a booby-trap, for almost instantaneously the still-slumbering Frankie sensed something was slightly amiss. Galvanized into action, she threw her arms protectively over the trio while simultaneously curling her entire body tightly around them, shielding them instinctively and all the while letting loose with a clear, unmistakable growl.
Immediately Wilt hastily withdrew his arm with a terrified yelp, hurriedly backing away from the bristling redhead. Meanwhile, murmuring darkly in her sleep, Frankie settled down somewhat, although her frame still remained in place as a human barrier, and her lips now remained curved in a perpetual snarl.
His heart pounding wily within his chest, Wilt took a nervous gulp as he struggled to recompose his horribly shaken self. Okay, this was now officially a very bad idea. Now how in the world was he to-
"Ah, Master Wilt!" Mr. Herriman cried triumphantly as he suddenly hopped his way through the doorway, rudely interrupting the critical situation and abruptly derailing the lanky creature's train of thought. "Any luck at all in finding-"
"Mr. Herriman, wait!" Wilt frantically blurted out instantly, stepping forward to try and block the sleeping pack from view. "I-"
"Oh, there they are!" the rabbit beamed happily upon spotting the huddle of slumpering figures, immediately making a beeline towards them. "Miss Goo, time for you to wake up! You simply must be on your way back home, your mother just-"
"Hold on!" Wilt screamed in panic as he was casually shoved aside, waving his arm wildly. "Please, don't do it! Don't do it! Stop, Frankie's-"
"EEEEK!" A rudely awoken little girl squealed in shock as she was wrenched from the others and brutally forced into wakefulness. The lanky imaginary friend could only wince painfully as he heard the unmistakable sound of jaws clamping onto flesh.
SNAP!
"YEOWWWWWWWW!"
WIlt could only stare dumbly at the mass chaos that followed, involving a large rabbit cursing a storm as he did a mad dance ofpain while avery drowsy redhead young woman struggled to keep a trio fof starled little ones around her as she coughed up a chunk of silvery gray fur. After gazing upon the ludicrous spectacle for no more than a few second, the lanky imaginary friend turned about and promptly made a swift beeline towards the door, muttering darkly under his breath.
"...so not okay..."
"-I mean, never in all my years have I seen such an atrocious case of sheer barbarism!" Mr. Herriman bellowed, slamming his fists hard upon his desk. "What happened no less than twenty minutes ago was simply one of the most atrocious experiences of savagery-induced humiliation that I've had to deal with in all my life! Honesty Miss Frances, wounding someone with your own teeth? Good gracious child! In case you haven't noticed, we are not living in caves like common primitives any more! Why, never in all my years-"
As the relentless lecture dragged on, Frankie rolled her eyes in annoyance, slumping dejectedly in her seat as the rabbit droned on and on. Fortunately, it was of no great importance on how high his furious tone went, or how ferocious the enraged look on his face became – she had already expertly tuned him out at least ten minutes ago, making her completely immune to the effects of his scolding.
"-and I'll simply be dammed if I ever allow you pull off such atrocious behavior in this house ever again! Do I make myself clear, Miss Frances?" Mr. Herriman barked sternly.
Looking almost bored by the entire experience, Frankie just remained slouching in her chair for a few moments, calmly taking her time. After checking her watch, scratching her neck, and even pausing to remove a strand of silvery gray rabbit hair that was lodged between her teeth, the young woman finally drew herself up properly to face her bristling employer.
"Oh c'mon, Mr. H, do we really have to go through this?" she countered. "Look, I know I made a mistake back there, but-"
"A mistake? A mistake?" Mr. Herriman shot back incredulously. "Good Lord, young lady, you tried to take a bite out of my-"
"I know, I know!" the caretaker replied defensively. "I know what happened, and I'm sorry! But c'mon! I was barely awake at the time! I thought they were in trouble, and-"
"Yes, Miss Frances, that may be true. But how did that give you any right to try and-"
"Mr. Herriman, have you ever thought that maybe if you started looking before you grabbed for once, we wouldn't have to be in this situation anymore?" Frankie demanded flatly, folding her arms in a huff.
Immediately he opened his mouth as to reply with a fierce counter, but no words came out. Instead, Mr. Herriman simply pursed his lips tight and drew up his coat sleeves, enabling to get a good view of his furry arms. One throbbing appendage was covered with a fresh clean bandage, obviously applied not-too-long before to take care of a certain injury.
He then glanced over to the other arm, which was also similarly dressed in a white bandage, apparently for a similar bite-related injury. However, be the looks of the frayed edges of the dressing and the fact that it had begun to sport a shade of aged gray, it was quite clear that this particular battle-scar had been there for a little bit of time already. Sighing heavily, Mr. Herriman ceased his observation and placed his hands upon his lap, forcing himself to met the gaze of the triumphantly smirking redhead sitting before him.
"So?" she laughed with a devious grin. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Touché, Miss Frances. Touché."
The End
Eh, nothing much. Just like the others, just a simple random drabble and nothing more.
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