Sorry for the long delay, but I had to edit this chapter quite a few times before I decided that it would work. By now, I've finished Chapter 11 and it will be posted at the same time as this chapter. Back to the plot, Larry has trouble with his clumsiness around Quinn, causing him to make a mess. Moe makes him leave, but that doesn't stop the chaos. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.
At the Burger King court in the mall, Santana was waiting for an order of 12 piece chicken tender for herself, Brittany, and Curly. She knew it was close to noon, and they were kind of busy.
She turned around and saw Quinn and Moe conversing. Brittany was physically flirting with Curly. She noticed Larry saying goodbye to a very hot Latina girl. Like Quinn, she also knew that she was a cheerleader from a rival school. She wondered how Larry got a Latina girl rivaling her beauty, but seemingly lacking her bitchiness. She wasn't going to go Lima Heights on her immediately, but she would if she hurt Larry in any way.
"Orders 318, 319, and 320," said the cashier. She handed Santana three identical bags.
"I'm right here. I was here all along," said Santana.
"Here you go," said the cashier.
"Thanks," said Santana. She immediately walked off with the food and headed to where Curly and Brittany were. She noticed Brittany squeezing Curly's leg, and Curly's attempts to get her hands off of his legs.
"But I love squeezing your leg," said Brittany.
"It feels good, but very weird," said Curly.
"Can I squeeze your arms instead?" asked Brittany softly.
"Alright," said Curly. Brittany began to squeeze his arms.
"Brit," said Santana.
"Who said that?" asked Brittany.
"Some hot Latina girl, I don't know her name at the moment, but she looks awfully familiar," said Curly.
"I know you're trying to be funny, but I've got lunch for us," said Santana, sitting down on the opposite side of Curly and Brittany
"Did she say lunch?" asked Brittany.
"Yes!" squealed Curly.
"I'm like so hungry right now that I can eat a blue whale," said Brittany.
"What did you get?" asked Curly.
"They're all the same. Chicken tenders and french fries. The sodas are Sprite. It doesn't matter which one you take," said Santana, smiling warmly at both of them.
"Oh boy!" exclaimed Curly, taking two bags and two of the sodas. Santana rolled her eyes at him, until she realized that he gave one bag and one soda to Brittany.
"Thank you so much sweetheart," said Brittany.
"Your welcome," said Curly.
"I need a lesson on how gentlemen work," said Santana.
"I thought you don't like being nice," said Brittany.
"I prefer to be the mean tough girl towards everybody I ever come across, unless they're good buddies or sweethearts such as you Brit and Curly," said Santana.
"Awwww that's so sweet of you to say that. That means a whole lot to me and Curly," said Brittany. She hugged Curly tightly.
"You sure get me going girls," said Curly.
"That's what we're here for, at least one of the reasons," said Santana. The Latina smiled at Curly and started to eat her food.
"Plus you're too cute to resist," said Brittany.
"Aw shucks," said Curly. He began to blush.
In the meantime, Larry had picked up his lunch from the Burger King court and was heading to where Quinn and Moe were sitting. He did debate sitting with Santana, Brittany, and Curly. He did wave at them.
However, Quinn's stunning appearance cause Larry to lose his balance again, only this time, he had the tables and chairs to stop him from falling again. He fell onto the table next to where Quinn and Moe were sitting, with his face landing in his soda.
"You had to make a snappy entrance you imbecile," said Moe.
"I lost my ba-lance," said Larry. His face was dripping with soda.
"Oh, you lost your ba-lance eh," said Moe. He was getting ready to poke Larry in the eyes.
"Remember what Brittany said, no slapsies or pokies. Look at Quinn instead of yelling at me," said Larry.
"Look at me handsome," said Quinn. She turned Moe's head around. His face started to get a dreamy appearance.
"Quinn, you're so beautiful," said Moe.
"Thank you sweetheart," said Quinn. She kissed him on the lips.
"Whoa," said Larry, falling into a chair. His soda spilled, which was heading towards Quinn's dress at a quick pace.
"Quinn's dress!" yelled Larry and Moe. They dragged Quinn away just in time for the soda to pour down onto the chair. Had they not moved her, her dress would have been full of soda.
"What was that for! shouted Quinn. She didn't know what Larry and Moe were doing.
"This imbecile knocked down his soda again," said Moe, slapping Larry.
"It would have gone all over your dress if we didn't act as quickly as we did," said Larry.
"Now I see what you boys are talking about," said Quinn, noticing a river of soda on the table and chair.
"Now we have to clean up this mess. Get me a handkerchief," said Moe.
"Handkerchief coming up," said Larry, handing Moe a handkerchief.
"Now get on with the scrubbing you imbecile. You spilled the soda, you get to clean it up," said Moe, slapping Larry.
"Alright," said Larry. He started to scrub the soda off, but the handkerchief was unable to remove all the soda.
"That's all that will come off," said Larry.
"Is that all?" asked Moe.
"No," said Larry.
"Well, where can we get some more handkerchiefs?" asked Moe.
"You can use mine," said Quinn, handing Larry six handkerchiefs.
"Thanks Quinn," said Larry.
"I figure that if you used all my handkerchiefs, all the soda would be gone and the table won't be sticky for the next person who sits here," said Quinn.
"Stop talking to Quinn and get to work," said Moe, slapping Larry again.
Larry continued to scrub the table with Quinn's handkerchiefs. Soon, all the soda was off and he handed the handkerchiefs to Moe.
"Why can't the janitor do this job?" asked Larry.
"Remember what happened in this very cafe five years ago. You and Curly both spilled soda and it dried by the time someone could come and clean it up. Everybody was blaming Mom and Dad. They thought that Mom and Dad told us to dump our drinks," said Moe.
"It's sad how so many people blame the kids' parents for anything. About a year before my parents and I moved here, my dad yelled at a woman who had a 12-year old son with Asperger's Syndrome for no reason whatsoever. It was a horrifying experience for both my mother and I. He was yelling at her about why her son should not be allowed in public and have friends all because her son was different from the other kids," said Quinn.
Both Larry and Moe had the look of horror on their faces. They knew that some people could be that cruel.
"That's so horrifying. What did the boy do?" asked Moe.
"The boy literally had a meltdown, which only made my dad become more hostile towards him and his mother. The police had to be called to stop him. My dad then tried to convince the police that the boy attacked him unprovoked. The police did not believe him and he got a warning," said Quinn.
"He should have gotten charged with harassment of a minor citizen," said Larry.
"Sometimes, I think he should have been charged," said Quinn sadly.
While Quinn was talking about bad experiences with her dad to Larry and Moe, Santana and Brittany were trying to flirt with Curly. The latter was attempting to hand-feed him, attracting stares of disapproval and disgust from several people in the cafe. In response to peoples' reactions, Santana was now sitting on the opposite side of Curly. She gave several people her signature death stare.
"Come on Curly, why can't you let me feed you?" asked Brittany.
"I am not comfortable having somebody feed me in public," said Curly. He forcibly took the French fries from Brittany's hand and stuffed them into his mouth.
"What's the difference between public and private?" asked Brittany.
"Come on Britt, he doesn't want to be hand-fed like a baby," said Santana.
"But why? It's so cute," said Brittany. She had a pouty expression on her face.
"People are staring at us," said Santana, noticing another person staring at them.
"People should be watching me feed Curly," said Brittany.
"But the people here don't like it," said Santana.
Just then, a loud slap was heard across the cafe, causing them to look around and realize that Moe had slapped Larry hard.
"GET OUT OF HERE YOU CLUMSY OX! GO! QUIT RUINING MY DATE!" shouted Moe.
The black-haired teenager chased Larry towards Curly, Brittany, and Santana. Larry was confused as to what he did. He only tripped when looking at Quinn when she's looking radiant.
"Oh hi girls," said Larry.
"Oh please, you're going to come here to cause more mayhem. Why don't you find that girl you were with," said Santana, rolling her eyes at the curly-haired guy.
"She's probably not in this mall right now," said Larry.
"Well, sit down," said Santana. Larry sat down.
"So, what did you do?" asked Brittany.
"I fell over the banister, met a pretty girl named Amber, and tripped a couple of times around Quinn," said Larry.
"Are you okay?" asked Brittany.
"Aside from some minor humiliation, I'm okay," replied Larry.
"Wait, did you say that you fell off the banister?" asked Santana.
"I fell off the banister," said Larry.
"That's what I thought. How can you fall down and not get hurt?" asked Santana. She rolled her eyes in disbelief.
"I've got air suspension," said Larry.
"But air springs would explode if a vehicle fell down," said Brittany.
"I meant to say active hydraulic suspension," said Larry.
"Oh, that's what your secret is," said Santana. She rolled her eyes again.
"Roll your eyes at me again and I'm out of here," said Larry. He didn't understand why a girl would roll her eyes so much. But that's just the way Santana is.
"You can't roam the mall alone," said Brittany.
"She's right Larry. I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with me. And don't criticize me about my eye rolling again! If I ever hear you say that to someone else, I'll tear your brains out!" said Santana.
"Okay, okay," said Larry.
"Where's your lunch?" asked Santana.
"I spilled it," said Larry.
"Have some of my fries," said Santana. She handed Larry some of her fries.
"Thanks," said Larry.
"I'm only doing this because you need to eat something," said Santana. She rolled her eyes at Larry.
And the hectic day at the mall continued. Moe and Quinn met up with her mother. Moe bought her some chocolate, and some makeup.
Larry, on the other hand was too jealous of Brittany to keep his mind focused enough to shop. Santana had to force him to hold hands with her so that he wouldn't escape.
"But I can't stand Brittany flirting with my brother," whined Larry.
"Tough. Moe told you to leave, so you're going to stay with us, even if I have to drag you," said Santana, rolling her eyes.
Larry tried to unlace Santana's fingers with his left hand so that he could escape. However, she slapped his hand and tightened her grip on Larry's right hand.
"Ouch, you're hurting my hand," said Larry.
"Quit struggling and I won't have to hold your hand so hard," said Santana.
"But what if Amber sees us holding hands like this, she'll freak out," said Larry.
"Who wants to know a cheerleader from a rival squad. You could have chosen another Cheerio to date," said Santana angrily. She rolled her eyes and was clearly jealous of Amber talking to Larry.
"Amber's a cheerleader!" exclaimed Larry.
"I saw her at the last two regional cheerleading competitions," said Santana.
"Why don't you get her Larry. I love cheerleaders," said Curly.
"Larry's not going to find her honey. He's got two popular, pretty cheerleaders to pal around with.
"But he doesn't want to be with..." Brittany put her hand on Curly's mouth.
"Santana doesn't want Larry to sneak off again, whatever that means," said Brittany.
"Why does everybody have to pick on me. Santana, I get slushie facials, bossed around by you and Moe, and I stumble and fall every time I see a hot girl, and now you're hurting my hand," said Larry.
Santana and Brittany giggled at the thought of girls flirting with Larry just to make him trip and fall. They knew that wasn't true, Larry was just naturally clumsy around pretty girls. Unfortunately, this started to piss of Larry.
"Stop laughing at me!" yelled Larry.
"But it's too funny," giggled Brittany.
"I said stop LAUGHING!" shouted Larry.
The curly-haired teenager tripped on a stair not only making himself fall down, but Santana as well. Both Brittany and Curly bursted out into laughter.
"What the hell is wrong with you Larry!" shouted Santana.
"I lost my ba-lance again," said Larry.
"What a fine time to lose your balance you mongrel! Now everybody at school's is going to know that I fell down at the mall," said Santana.
By then, several teenagers were watching Santana and Larry. A few of them were laughing as well.
"Larry, Larry!" came Amber's voice.
"Amber!" yelled Larry.
He noticed a familiar Latina heading towards him and Santana. Santana rolled her eyes and tightened her grip on Larry's hand.
"Ouch, loosen your grip," said Larry angrily. Santana rolled her eyes at Larry and did not loosen her grip on Larry's hand.
"Are you okay?" asked Amber
She sat down on the stairs to see if Larry had injured himself. She was a little horrified to see Santana laying next to him, not wanting to move.
"I'm fine. I just tripped," said Larry.
"Well then why is she looking like she just tripped as well?" asked Amber.
"Because I went down with Larry AmTran," said Santana.
Amber was disgusted with Santana's attitude. She wondered why Larry would even hang out with her.
"Well why?" asked Amber.
"Who cares why I fell with Larry. Now, please leave before Coach Sylvester finds me talking to you. She'll grill me if she catches us together," said Santana. She rolled her eyes at the other Latina.
"Fine. I'll see you later Larry," said Amber.
Amber stormed away. Larry was very frustrated and angry. He wanted to get at Santana in a way that she could not seek revenge on him. She always ruins his friendships and he isn't the only person. He wondered why such an antagonistic girl would ever befriend him.
Later that afternoon, the trio were back home, without any of the girls. They were sitting in Larry's room. Larry was whining about his hand.
"What am I gonna do about these bruises," whined Larry. His hand was full of bruises from Santana gripping too hard.
"Why did you get bruises?" asked Curly.
"Santana. She was gripping my hand too tight," said Larry.
"Wait a minute, did you say that you were holding hands with Santana Lopez?" asked Moe.
"Yes, but not by choice," said Larry.
"Everybody has a choice to hold somebody's hand you birdbrain," said Moe. He slapped Larry.
"What about the bruises?" asked Larry.
"I'll wrap it in medical tape," said Moe.
Moe turned to Curly.
"Hey, go get us some medical tape in the bathroom," said Moe.
Curly left and returned a few moments later with a roll of Scotch tape.
"I said medical tape, not Scotch tape you imbecile," said Moe.
He slapped Curly, then poked him in the eyes. The bald teenager did not react well to it.
"I thought you said to bring you some tape, so I did," said Curly.
"You see this," said Moe, showing Curly his fist. He hit it, causing it to swing around and hit the bald teenager in the head.
"Hmmm! Ruff! Ruff!" shouted Curly. He was trying to scare Moe off.
In the meantime, the tabby cat in laying in the corner of the room was watching the boys. He left the room, got the medical tape and brought it to Moe.
"Thanks Thomas," said Moe.
"Meow," said Thomas. The cat left the bedroom knowing that he would be squished by accident if he stayed in there too long.
"Let me see your hand," said Moe. Larry extended his hand.
"Red bruises. You were flirting too hard with her," said Moe.
"I wasn't flirting," said Larry.
"You were squeezing her hand way too tightly, so she returned the gesture. Be careful when you flirt with her you dope," said Moe, slapping Larry.
After a long hour of chaos, the medical tape was on Larry's hand and the disgraceful bruises were no longer visible. Moe refused to believe any story that Larry was not flirting with Santana, despite that story being the truth.
That evening, the trio were cooking dinner, and so far, it was disaster to say in the least. Food was all over the counters. They were cooking steak and mashed potatoes.
Larry got out a blender to mix the mashed potatoes. He plugged it in and turned it on, resulting in the mashed potatoes going all over his clothes. He turned the blender off.
"There goes the mashed potatoes! More work!" yelled Larry.
"Hey, can't you do anything properly around here," said Moe, slapping Larry.
"I'm disgusted with Santana! I want to punch her!" shouted Larry.
"Shut up and get to work. If you want to punch her, have a dream of punching her. And furthermore, what do you think you're doing with that blender?" said Moe.
"Mixing the mashed potatoes," said Larry.
"You use a serving spoon to mix the mashed potatoes, not a blender you idiot," said Moe, slapping Larry.
"I'll make us another bowl of mashed potatoes. He can barely use his right hand," said Curly.
"Fine. Now get to work you imbecile!" yelled Moe, slapping Curly.
Curly got the ingredients for the mashed potatoes. He got ready to crack an egg, but he accidentally threw the egg at Moe. The shell cracked, causing the yolk to go all over Moe's hair.
"I'm sorry Moe, it was an accident," said Curly.
Moe calmly got part of the egg our of his hair.
"It's okay, accidents will happen," said Moe.
"Oh, so you aren't mad at me?" asked Curly.
"I didn't say that I wasn't mad at you," said Moe. He slapped Curly and punched him in the stomach.
"Hmmm, you see that," said Curly.
He showed Moe his fist, who hit it. Curly's fist swung around and hit himself on the head.
"Ow! Owowowo!" yelped Curly.
"Why you," said Moe angrily.
Moe tried to poke Curly in the eyes, but the bald teenager had blocked his hand from reaching his eyes.
"Nyuk nyuk nyuk," said Curly. He turned around and got back to work.
"Hey," said Moe, tapping Curly on the shoulder.
"What?" asked Curly.
"Get out of here," said Moe, poking Curly in the eyes.
"Hey guys, stop fooling around. Our parents are probably wondering why their dinner hasn't been served yet," said Larry.
"Who told you that you can boss me around?" asked Moe angrily. He slapped Larry.
The chaos continued for at least another half hour before the trio managed to cook their dinner. The food was surprisingly good. Half of the time, they mess up on an ingredient, causing the food to taste bad or even becoming uneatable. They were lucky that the stress didn't cause them to ruin the food.
The Stooges were definitely stressed after such a long and chaotic day at the mall. No wonder why they didn't buy anything. The relationship between Amber and Larry may possibly continue into later chapters. Anyway, Chapter 11's going to be pretty good.