WHO WAS PHONE?!

Blado felt like he was in heaven. Just moments ago he was watching Scaredy-kat with Chance, then the second Jake and Roy leave to go shopping, he switches it to porn and starts making out with him. Best moment in his life to be with the daddy tabby. But all of a sudden his phone rang and he had to answer, after of course taking a few breaths.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing with my Father?!" The human hung up and looked at the tabby.

"I think Cody knows what we're doing..."

"But Cody's dead, remember?" After a minute of letting the info absorb in his mind, Baldo yelled.

"THEN WHO WAS PHONE!?"

Childish War

Paul sighed as he ran a hand through his combed brown hair, feeling exhausted from his dinner with his brother, Keith.

"That idiot doesn't get it, I'm the ruler of this family, not him."

"The one to rule will be me!" A steak knife flew through the air and stabbed the wall inches away from Paul's face. He gripped a fork still in his hand and ran back into the dinner.

"Idiot, can't you see that your immaturity will cause the whole kingdom to rebel against you!" They began to sword fight with random silverware. Their yelling just being a mix of curses and insults toward the each other.

"At least I'm not in love with a 17 year old boy!" Paul yelled as he sliced across his younger brother's cheek. A butler that was calm and observing the fight held up a sign that indicated a score count for each brother. Paul currently had one while his redheaded brother remained at zero.

"Well, at least I have a love interest!" Keith yelled back, his knife cutting off a few brown strands from his hair. The butler placed a tally on Keith's score. The two kept going on. Eventually both stopped after a dramatic throw.

"Huh? wait, is this a draw?!" Both stared at a knife and fork protruding out their chest. They looked at the score board to see all their tallies added up to the same number. Instead of settling down and making up. They started up another argument.

Voodoo Balloon

It was a peaceful day for Megakat City. A lone pink balloon casually floated alone in the park. The fox noticed it and walked up to it.

"Oh cool a balloo-" He poked the balloon, popping it as well as his own head. His brain splattering around the place. A strange ominous lightning lighting up the day. Moral of the story kids, don't play with balloons unless you want to blow the fuck out of your brains.

Not enough Screen time

Dr. Viper walked through a house, passing by a couch that had Turmoil sitting behind it. She stared up at the ceiling with a very stoic expression.

"What are you doing?"

"Wondering when we will make an appearance in the story..." Instead of responding, the lizard sat with Turmoil and stared at the ceiling, pondering the same question.

One hour later

"Maybe you should write everyone in it..." Micheal advised, staring at the large crowd gathering behind the couch.

"Fuck that, there's no room for them." The fox spat back.

"The most reoccurring villain you use is the Past Master, think you could fit someone else in?" Roy thought for a moment.

"Alright, but I'm not using any of them." He hooked his thumb and pointed at the peanut gallery. The lynx deadpanned, but sighed and walked away.

The worst Halloween ever

"Lamest Halloween evah! We only had like, one trick or treater!" The fox complained. Cody sighed and looked at their bowl still full of candy.

"eh, who cares, more candy for me."

"You really think you need more candy?" Roy asked.

"Yes I do..." The young tabby responded.

"last year was way better, we got way more trick or treaters."

"Those won't trick or treaters, those were home invaders." Cody corrected him.

"They took some candy."

"And the TV, some money, and other things... Fucking bastards."

"Regardless! It was way better last year." Cody sighed as he looked at Roy.

"I disagree." He ended his argument with just a disagreement.

"Your costume sucks by the way."

"Dude, my costume rocks. Besides, I'm not just a grim reaper, I'm a sexy reaper." He said motioning to he very revealing hoody. "And what the fuck are you supposed to be?" The fox was wearing a giant foam costume.

"A middle finger, also known as a FUCK YOU!" Roy yelled, possibly the best line he has ever said. "We got any bubblegum cigarettes in there?" He searched through the bowl.

"Dude, that's like candy from the 40s."

"So, the 40s were awesome. There was cool horror movies, awesome radio stations, and everyone wore a Hat. Didn't matter how hot it was. 106 degrees? Don't care, I'm wearing a fucking hat!" The fox brought up a time that he wasn't even born near.

"Whatever, just eat your candy." The young tabby brushed him off.

"Next year better not suck this much or I'm shoving this costume so far up your ass, you'll be coughing up foam for a month."