Author's Note: And here's the final drabble for tonight. This idea came from an article on the 39 Clues website, about a certain Beatrice Cahill and her porcelain cat collection (and a nunchuk accident, heh-heh...). So, hope you like it! Here's to immature!Dan in all his ninja-ful glory! :D
Nunchuks!
He darted around the living room like a hyperactive bee from flower to flower, swinging his newly acquired weapons with gusto, zeal.
With these, he was a true ninja, fending off the enemy with expert skill and cunning strikes. He had no equal. He was the ninja master, spinning, whooping, leaping, flailing, and…
CRASH!
He paused, looking down with big, guilty eyes. A small figurine lay shattered on the floor.
Now, in his opinion, the life of one porcelain cat statuette was nothing compared to gaining ultimate ninja skills.
But in the mind of Aunt Beatrice? Not so much.
Author's Note: Poor Dan- I'm sure he got in a huge amount of trouble for that. But gaining ninja skills was worth it, right?... Right?... Beatrice, why are you looking at me like that?...
*is attacked by Beatrice*
Anyway... Ouch, that hurts!... Um, please review? XD
~Lily