Ice: Well, here we go. 5th chapter and counting. I still and probably will never own anything. Ok. 3,2,1 let's jam!
The day after the stove-top flamethrower, the three guys were sitting in the dining room. It was meal time again and no one knew what they wanted. Valon wanted Alister to cook, Alister said for Raphael to cook, and Raphael suggested everyone have a part. No one agreed with him though.
"Please? How often do I ask for you to cook?" begged Valon.
"You ask more and more everyday," replied Alister.
"If we all cook, no one can complain," Raphael sighed.
"No!" screamed the two.
"Alright, whatever."
"Fine. I'll cook. I'll give you ten minutes to figure out what you want," said Alister as he gave in and walked off.
"I don't care. It's whatever you want Val."
"Alright. I'll go set something out for Al then."
Raphael wondered what the brunette was up to, but he didn't dare ask. Grinning and trying to act innocent, Valon wandered into the kitchen. He looked around to see what he could rig up for his victim. He began to search through the pantry. He found a few items that when cooked would involve water. Gears began to turn in the young boy's mind.
He ran over to the sink trying to find away to rig it. He looked at the pipes. He began to disconnect them. It was true that he was no plumber although he knew what he was doing. He found the spray hose. With every evil intention, he attached a rubber band to it. Knowing that it would spray when turned on, he backed away.
"Just what do you think you're doing in here?" asked Alister when time was up.
"I was setting some stuff out for you."
"Really? Why do I not trust you?"
"I'm serious. Look. I put it on the counter right there."
"Alright, I believe you. Now, get out of my sight or I'm not cooking."
"Ok."
Valon ran for the living room to sit with Raphael. He knew that within five minutes Alister would be screaming. He sat down trying not to laugh. Raphael could clearly see he did something and would soon know what.
Alister began by reading the boxes Valon set out. One called for a saucepan with water. Harmless enough, thought Alister. He walked over to the sink. He put the pot under the faucet and turned on the water. No wet stuff came out. Oh great. What now, wondered Alister.
He got on his hands and knees to look under the sink. He saw that all the pipes were disconnected. What idiot did this, Alister continued to think. He saw the spray hose. He tilted it towards himself to see it better. Suddenly water shot out everywhere.
"Aghhhh! Valon! Get in here you little brat! You've got some explaining to do!" screeched Alister through the water.
Raphael knew the kitchen was under water from the splashing sounds he heard. He got up and snatched Valon before he could run. Dragging him to the kitchen he saw Alister swimming around the table.
"What happened in here?" he dared to ask.
"Ask the little knucklehead. He tried to drown me!"
"I didn't do it. I promise! I was framed!" whined Valon.
"Framed by who? Roger Rabbit? Last I heard, he was the one framed."
"Let me go! Agh!" screamed Valon as he broke free only to be grabbed by Alister.
While they had a wet fight contest, Raphael tried to fix the pipes again. Once the water was turned off, they were left in two feet of water. He finally was able to break up Alister and Valon. He found buckets and pots and forced them to dump the water outside. They fought the whole way.
"I hate you," complained Valon.
"You always say that," Alister sighed.
"And I mean it!"
"You don't know what you'd do if you didn't have me around."
"...You're right."
"Hurry up! There's still more water waiting for you!" called Raphael from the door.
"I still blame you for this."
"You had to play with the pipes, genius."
Ice: Wow. I thought it wasn't all that funny, but everyone says different. Ok. I'll leave it alone if everyone wishes. Thank you my dear reviewers!