Foxy laughed, then froze as Doc commented that it was her turn. "Wh-What?"
"You're a mess. Now you need one."
"Uhh…" Just like that, she was gone.
"Where'd she go?"
She spotted Fillmore looking straight at her hiding spot, on top of Ramone's, and made a begging gesture. He nodded slightly, then pointed her out to the others. "NO!" She squealed, and bolted off to another hiding spot.
The others chuckled, and began searching for her. Lightning, of course, was the one who found her. "Found her!" He exclaimed, and she began thrashing wildly, struggling to get loose, to flee.
"She's fightin' somethin' fierce!" Sheriff remarked, seeing her try to work her way out of her collar, which Lightning had a hold on.
"No! I hate baths! No!"
The others laughed, including Lightning. He plunked her into a tub, and Red filled it with water.
She yelped and shot out of the tub. "That's cold!"
Lightning let her get rid on her phone, wallet, etc, then pinned her down, beginning to scrub a tire through her hair after dousing it in dog shampoo. The entire time, she sat in the tub, an irritated expression on her face. Lightning grinned maliciously, and began forming a tower with her hair, then a massive mohawk. "Cut that out!" She exclaimed, and heard Lightning catch something.
"Oh, this is going to be too fun." He chuckled darkly, and Foxy gulped, fearing the worst. Suddenly, she was assaulted with a bristled scrub brush, courtesy of Lightning.
"Lightning, darn you! That hurts!" She exclaimed, making the others laugh.
"Suck it up. It'll be over in a few minutes." He replied simply, making the others laugh again, and this time he joined them. He finished scrubbing her with the brush, and Red drenched her.
Her bangs were so long that they flattened over her face and went down to her collar. She spit a chunk of them mixed with water out of her mouth, and she heard someone else rolling over to Lightning.
"Make it straight."
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
"I don't!" Foxy exclaimed, making the others laugh. Pretty soon, she heard the sound of snipping and felt tugging at her hair. "What are you doing to my beautiful hair?!" She exclaimed, and heard Lightning chuckle.
"Just taking off a few inches. It's too long. You keep getting it caught on everything."
"Since when are you even a barber?! Since when do I trust you with scissors?!"
"Since never."
She went to get out of the tub, but Lightning pinned her down. "Red, could you go get Thunder's leash? I think it'll work just fine with her." She heard Red return shortly, and heard a clicking noise below her head. "There. Now you can't go anywhere." Lightning chuckled, and began snipping away again.
Foxy just sighed and slumped against the side of the now-empty tub, looking defeated. "If you're cutting it, cut it all off. Make it short, that way I don't have to deal with it."
The others gave involuntary gasps of surprise, and Lightning nudged her. "Are you sure?"
"You started cutting, don't stop now." Was her response.
He sighed, then resumed cutting. "All right, but only if you're sure…"
"I'm sure."
"How long did it take ya to grow it?"
"Years and years." She replied after spitting her bangs out of her mouth.
The others exchanged worried glances, and Doc pulled closer. "Foxy, are ya sure you're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure I'm sure I'm sure. " She replied, and he gave Lightning a shrug.
"All right… here goes…" Lightning snipped her hair off in larger chunks.
"Short enough?" He asked a half an hour later. Foxy blinked in surprise, finding the others watching her.
"I can see again."
The others chuckled, and she beckoned Mack to come over. He did, and she looked at her hair in his front bumper. It was at least three feet shorter, and looked like one of the Beatles' hairstyles, just fluffier, a bit more unkempt, and red. "You did good, Light. I'm surprised."
He held his tires out wide with a cocky expression, as though saying, 'Hear that? She likes it! Who's the awesome barber?'
The others rolled their eyes, and she experimentally shook her head, sending pieces of hair flying. The others laughed, seeing the hair explode from her head. "There."
"It's so different…" Fillmore replied, running a tire over it.
"Yeah. Do I look like a Beatle?"
He chuckled, and ruffled her hair. "Maybe Paul." "Really?" He just ruffled her hair again.
Over the next week, she complained that Lightning had left lots of little pieces of hair all over her, and she had taken to going nuts if she had an itch from said hair.
"You did this, you give her another bath."
"OH, LORD NO!" She exclaimed, and she was gone, hiding in Fillmore's dome.
"She has been sheddin' a lot lately…" Fillmore mused, thinking to himself.
"She has?" He blinked, then nodded. "It's mostly the longer stuff, from before."
"Then see, she's right. He didn't cut it properly." Strip replied, chuckling quietly as he was now scratching down a contented Foxy's spine.
"Whose side are you on?" Lightning frowned, trying to defend himself. "Besides, have any of you cut hair before?" The others looked around at one another, and slowly shook their hoods. "Neither have I." He replied, and looked over to Foxy. "She's just being crazy, that's all."
"All right then Light, what's all this?" She gestured to the ground beneath her, where there were short pieces of red and/or yellow hair.
"You really are shedding!" He exclaimed, refusing to admit that he was wrong.
"Lightning! Admit it! Because of you, I've been turned into Chewbacca!" The others laughed, but none more than Harry, who understood the reference.
"Fine. You're a Chewbacca. there, I said it. Happy?"
"No. Admit that you were wrong."
"NEVER!" He exclaimed dramatically, then sped off into his cone. The others laughed, including Foxy.
"Y'know, I almost like this haircut better…" She stated, and Strip chuckled. "I'm serious. It's not in my way, it won't get caught on anything, and now you can actually see my ears and tail." For emphasis, her ears and tail rose. "There's also a downfall… I can't use the excuse 'my hair was in my face' when I run into anything…" The others chuckled, and she grinned.
"Now what're ya gonna do?"
"Not too sure. Everyone who truly matters has already seen my new haircut, so now it's just chillaxin'."
"And that's how you say 'I'm bored' without saying it." Lightning snickered, and Foxy gave him a glare. He stared at her for a minute, then burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, I just can't take you seriously with your new haircut! Before it looked like your hair was on fire, now it just looks like you're trying out for the colorful Beatles."
"Great." Foxy replied with a sigh, slumping onto the pavement. She began scruffing her hair up the best she could, then looked up. "How about now?"
"Nope, you look like a clown now."
"Lightning!"
"Honest opinion!" He exclaimed, rolling backwards. The others laughed, and Sheriff began trying to mold her hair into a mohawk.
"What are you doing?"
"Tryin' to do what Lightnin' did the other day."
"What, the mohawk?"
"That's what it's called?"
"Yeah. I'll go dunk it and then you'll see all the entertaining things you can do with hair." She replied, and a small group followed her when she went to the waterfall. She dunked her head underwater, and popped up with a gasp. "There!" She began using her hands and soon had a mohawk made out of thick spikes running along her head.
"Do another one!" Lightning exclaimed.
"All right, all right." With that, she dunked her head back under. She was tossed a towel, and set it down on the ground next to her. She picked it up, dropped her head, and began drying her hair, upside down. When she emerged, her hair was standing straight up on the sides, back, and front, making it look like she was scared. "How's that?" She asked with a grin.
Sheriff chuckled, then requested his new-found favorite. She dunked her hair again, and slicked her hair back, looking like a mobster. The effect was ruined completely when a chunk of hair sprung forwards and whacked her in the eye. "OW!" She exclaimed, making the others laugh. "All right, are we finished with our daily bout of 'make-fun-of-Foxy's-new-haircut'?"
The others chuckled, and the group went back to town, Foxy drying her hair upside down so it would look funny.
I told you it was stupid. XD I've been wantint to place my short haircut in a story somehow, and that's really how I came up with this. Yes, I really do look like Paul from the Beatles now. XD It's kind of cool, because I can do everything Foxy can with it. I've even tried a few side-parts, but they look awful. I want to get it cut, but I've got no idea what I want it to look like. See, I was thinking Matt Smith's haircut, for those of you familiar with Doctor Who (his old long one, not his short one), or David Tennant's from the same show, or even Dr. Sheldon Cooper's from The Big Bang Theory. I have so many other decisions, and I'm going on a cruise in 15 days. :/ Oh well... Hope you liked this goofy little fanfic!