Exactly a week after her departure, Julia returned to Sunny Islands with her true love, Banana, in one piece once again. She had hitched a ride with a friendly whale (who may or may not have been threatened with one of Julia's bear hugs should he have refused to get her back home) and flopped dramatically onto the beach upon arrival. Giving a scream of delight, she started rolling around in the sand and singing/ screaming out the Pokémon theme song. When she finally came to a stop, she looked like a snowman... minus the snow.
She hugged Banana and sighed happily, staring up at the sun until she began seeing little dots. "Home, Banana!" she squealed, holding him up above her. "Isn't home great?"
She tossed him up in the air, preparing to catch him, but she missed and he smacked into her face.
"Bananaaaaa!" she wailed, throwing him off of her and bursting into tears. "I'M BLEEDING TO DEATH!" She glowered at him with eyes full of tears. She pointed at her forehead, where if you looked REALLY closely, squinted your left eye, and tilted your head at a perfect ninety-degree angle, you might see a speck of blood.
Banana's runny eyes-barely visible after subjected to a month under the sea-stared back at her blankly.
"Banana, how could you be so UNCARING?" Julia screamed, pointing a finger at you (XD I mean him).
(I was just overcome with an image of a Julia poster: "Julia wants YOU! To eat pansies!" ...I'm a little slap-happy right now... but then again, I always am when I write this stuff.)
Charlie, who happened to be wandering by, spotted sand-covered Julia screaming at Banana and nearly peed himself.
"IT'S A MONSTER!" he screamed, rooted to the spot with absolute terror.
Julia twirled around and looked Charlie over. "Small child?" she chirruped, forgetting that she had been shouting at Banana. "Small child!" She liked small children. She held out her arms for a hug and asked eagerly, "You bring me pansies?"
Charlie screamed hysterically and started to sprint down the street. Julia grabbed Banana and galloped after him, howling, "NO, SMALL CHILD, NO!"
Charlie thought that he was going to die. He saw his life flash before his eyes, but he hadn't lived for very long and he couldn't remember a lot of it so he had to do a couple of reruns.
Julia powered through the streets, wailing for 'small child' to hurry back and bring her hugs and pansies. She couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't want to gallop across her rainbow because it was the best place in the world, and she figured that if she could just get Small Child # 2 (there were two little children on the island, which made the future population of Sunny Islands look not-so-sunny) to stop running away from her, she could get him to see and they would be best friends forever. The thought made her run faster.
Several onlookers sneaked peeks out of their windows and wondered how such a little boy with such stubby little legs could outrun the insane Ramones chick.
Charlie pumped those little legs for all he was worth. His teary eyes locked onto his house just around the corner. If he could reach it, he would be safe. His daddy would teach the scary monster a lesson.
As they reached the bend, Julia made a grab for Charlie. Charlie hurled himself to the side and both of them toppled, hitting the ground. Julia screamed bloody murder, staring at her scraped arm, and glared hurtfully at Small Child # 2. "BAD DOGGIE!" she hollered, flopping her arm around in the air like a fish. "IMMA BLEED TO DEATH!"
"GO AWAY!" Charlie wailed back, clambering to his feet and lurching at his house. He was two inches from safety, when...
"Banana, stop him!" Julia cried, hurling Banana at the child. The mop sailed through the air gracefully (sorta kinda) and collided with Charlie in the back of the head. Squeaking in pain, Charlie tripped and face planted on the cobblestone street.
Chen heard the commotion and raced into the threshold of his shop, staring with bulging eyes at the scene before him. His son was lying facedown on the ground, crying, and Julia was stooped over him, collecting Banana and preparing to give Small Child # 2 the Bear Hug of Best Friendness.
"Charlie! Julia!" His look of fury drained into one of confusion. He gestured to Banana and asked, "Is that my mop?"
Julia held Banana close and snarled, "NO, he's MINE! My PREEECIOUS." Stroking Banana, she backed away slowly. She flicked her eyes down at Charlie, lamenting the fact she had no time to give him his hug. Promising herself she WOULD return, she bolted across the street.
Chen watched her go, staring and rubbing his eyes in disbelief. "The people you meet these days," he muttered, and stooped to tend to his son.
Hunched in his house across the street, Pierre sat in the darkest corner in his kitchen and cradled the phone between his jaw and shoulder. He couldn't stop flicking his eyes around suspiciously, expecting someone to jump out at him, but the only thing that he saw was his own face, reflected in the numerous mirrors. He hated these phone calls.
The phone rang a few times, and then was picked up. "Hello?" a voice on the other side of the line said.
"Angelo!" Pierre hissed.
"Pierre? Was that last shipment all right?"
"ALL RIGHT?" Pierre quickly lowered his voice. "All right?" He could hardly contain his anger. "You tell me, Angelo."
"Um..."
"Any GUESSES, Angelo?"
"Fine, I'll answer for you!" Pierre grabbed the phone and screamed, "IT WAS ALL OMELET RICE, YOU IDIOT!"
"Hey, hey, Pierre," Angelo said coldly. "You never made any preferences. The deal is, I make the food, you make my carvings. Besides, you aren't holding up your end of the deal. The statue of our mayor is just sitting here, Gourmet, collecting dust.People, they're getting suspicious."
Pierre growled. The truth was, he couldn't cook to save his life. His parents rejected him for this, calling him a disgrace to the family name, and he came here hoping to escape this shame and pursue his dream: carving-particularly small dolls for little girls. But the people here had heard of his family and had gone as far as setting him up his own kitchen hoping for the tasty foods that his relatives made. He didn't want to get kicked out, but what could he do?
And then, one day, he met a guy on Facebook that had the same problem... only with carving. It was perfect! They made a deal: Angelo would make the food and ship it over, and Pierre would make wooden stuff (XD) and ship it over to HIM. Perfect- except stupid Angelo had to go and have the mayor ask him to make him a life-sized STATUE of him, and he was a big guy. It would be too hard and too conspicuous to ship it, so Pierre had to travel all the way over there and work on it, which interfered with his schedule (admire himself, dirty up all of his pots and pans so that it would look like he had been cooking, wander around "gathering ingredients", admire himself again, carve, admire himself etc.). It was so hard being Pierre.
"And you don't think that having only OMELET RICE in stock ISN'T suspicious? You're such a PANSY, Angelo."
Julia, who had been running by to hide from Chen, overheard "pansy" and grew excited. Wasn't this Purple Cookie's house? Eager, she tried the handle. It was locked. Frustrated, she pounded on the door and shrieked, "Purple Cooookie!"
Pierre jumped violently, losing his grip on the phone. It bounced to the floor, dropping his call.
Julia grew impatient and skipped over to the window. Smashing her face against the glass, she hollered, "PURPLE COOKIE MAKE ME PANSY PIE?"
Pierre screamed and ran into his room, locking the door and jumping into his bed. He through the covers over his head and whimpered out a few lines of "What a Wonderful World" to block out Julia's screeching.
At that moment, Elliot wandered by, drawn to the area by the sound of screaming from the Great Charlie Chase. He spotted Julia with her face mushed up against Pierre's window and raised an eyebrow.
"Julia, what are you doi... Julia! You're back!" Elliot smiled widely. Julia was back, and with Banana gone...
Julia whirled and beamed. "Ellio!" She whipped out Banana. "Guess who I found!"
Elliot gaped at Banana. "How-what-why-I hate my life." Head drooped, he slouched away.
Poor guy.