A/N: Um, just read…

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"Kevin, please tell me you're not serious," moaned the redhead while her brunette cousin continued giggling to the point of peeing himself in the backseat. "Crocodiles and alligators, I understand, but-"

"I just don't trust 'em!" He had his foot stomped down on the brake as the car sat in road at a standstill with a chorus of car horns firing up behind them. "I mean, they've got evil beady eyes and teeth like razors and I don't trust squirrels!"

Another round of giggles burst from Ben as he toppled over sideways in the backseat, his bladder ready to give way.

"You don't trust squirrels?" asked Gwen as she stared at the fuzzy gray creature in the middle of the street. Her brow knit as she put two fingers on the bridge of her nose; the girl's emerald orbs shut tightly as she took a deep breath. "A con-artist, a intergalactic hero, an almost-murderer, and you're afraid of squirrels?"

Ben could've sworn he peed a little bit right there.

After listening to a few seconds of Kevin's silence, she asked again, "Squirrels? Of all things? Squirrels?"

"I don't like squirrels." He folded his arms across his chest and kept his foot pressed down on the brake. Obsidian orbs glared at the fuzzy little body contemptibly. "They sleep in trees, they have massive tails, and can be rabid. Can't you see my reasoning?"

Gwen mulled over it while watching the squirrel munch innocently on a walnut in the middle of the road. The car horns from behind them blared loud and long. "No, Kevin, I really can't."

Ben's pants were about to be soaked.

"Well, dogs don't like squirrels." He pointed a finger indignantly into the air and took back his smug air that he usually kept around him. "And dogs are always right. Man's best friend." His ebony hair fell in his face when he turned his head to look at her. He was lucky he didn't see the stain that would be in his backseat for a few weeks at that moment. "Dogs know all."

How the conversation switched over to dogs, she had no idea. But she did know why dogs chased squirrels. "Dogs chase rodents and squirrels are rodents."

Kevin's face fell, his smug look falling into a pout. He looked back out at the road with a little glint of annoyance in his gaze. "Either way, squirrels are evil. They're stupid and mean and they bite."

After a few moments of contemplation, logic finally kicked in. She finally put the pieces together. "Did a squirrel steal your bacon when you were younger?"

His eyes narrowed at the memory. Dang squirrels stealing his dang bacon. The little suckers were evil, conniving little bastards. Take all the acorns he wanted to smash out of his backyard. Chatter outside his window and keep him awake all night. Steal his bacon. His answer was a reluctant and frustrated, "Yeah."

Ben ended up on the floor of the car, choking on his own spit, and peeing all over the backseat.

The squirrel was still in the middle of the road.

"Hate squirrels," growled Kevin, sinking down in the driver's seat as the horns continued to blare from behind his beloved Camaro.

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~Sky