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"Oh come on," Rex urged impatiently as he kicked the PlayStation 2 remote forward with his feet, forcing a wince of pain away in the process at the sudden pain that darted through the lime green plastic of his right foot; he didn't want to seem like a wimp at all.

Okay, mental note to self: NEVER do that again.

"No fair!" Rex then added, adding to his melodramatic act by huffing and throwing his arms together (with the hope of being able to fold his arms across his chest in annoyance, which must have been a trick he had learned off Jessie at some point during those times where she, fortunate for everyone else of course, did NOT get her way as she so pleased). However, he seemed to have completely forgotten how long his arms really were and almost ending up losing balance in the process. And this, in itself, was enough to make Rex's heart freeze within its tracks. Having Trixie encountering a time where he fell face first onto the old PlayStation remote (which belonged to a console that had to be year's old by now since it had been passed down from Mr Anderson, his first name being Mark, to his daughter and, even though she didn't seem remotely interested with the gaming console in the slightest, she kept it purely for the sake of keeping it) would be nothing to look forward to in the slightest. Would he end up regretting it completely? And, more importantly, would he ever hear the end if this was the case? "You cheated!"

Oh she so had. Who could score that many goals in ONE match? It was, like, impossible (or so he assumed).

Yes, they had been playing 'FIFA 06'; AKA the oldest game they could find within the stack of very old games in one of Bonnie's drawers.

On normal circumstances, Rex and Trixie would NEVER play a game like this under any circumstance; it just wasn't how they went. However, they had somehow found themselves watching a English football match on the TV set, surprisingly, and both found themselves wondering what it would be like to play a virtual game, where you could play in the role of as many players as they possibly could. So this was why they chose to have a quick go on the game before moving onto something else.

"How did I cheat?" Trixie asked in an expectant manner, rather annoyed that Rex would even accuse her of such a thing.

"The referee was on your side."

"Well it's not my fault that your team had to forfeit the match because too many of your players had been sent off." Trixie shot back, pointing out a single point that had to be made in this situation. "And it's a virtual game. You can't cheat."

"Unless you look at my cards when I've gone on a bathroom break."

Okay... So that sentence just didn't make sense whatsoever.

"When were we playing with cards? And since when have we been able to go to the bathroom?"

Yeah... Maybe he really should have kept his mouth shut, it would have done him a hell of a lot better anyway if he had done so. However, it was much too late by now; the green Tyrannosaurus Rex had already mounted himself into a heap of pure embarrassment.

By now, Rex was stuttering out of pure embarrassment.; but he tried to keep it cool. Trixie would only giggle at him if he did, and this almost always gave Rex the wrong impression, and he knew this fact off by heart..

"Um..." Rex began to murmur as he wrung the tips of his hands together out of nervousness, this being one thing he could do without toppling over like an uneven bag of flour that he been swept towards its weak sides by the force of the very strong winds; The Vicious Winds actually. "I was...um...practising for Mr Pricklepant's new play!"

For a few moments, Rex was completely sure that this plan would never work; Trixie would be bound to see through it before the necessary action was taken place .

However, it seemed to get past the Triceratops very well.

When Trixie eventually turned her gaze towards the green dinosaur beside her, her eyes almost instantly widened in a sense of pure horror.

Right above Rex's head, hung a black spider (the worst of all Spiders' in his opinion) that was currently suspended from web, barely even an inch away from touching Rex's forehead, and it was ever so gently lowering itself down centimeter by centimeter until it was actually on his head; literally.

So Trixie had been unable to help herself as she screamed this:

"Spider!" Trixie screamed at the top of her metaphorical lungs as she jumped back, also causing Rex to stumble backward in the same process.

And when you're a toy, the proportions of real life seem so much harder (and bigger of course).

A/N Will be concluded (eventually) ;D

I really don't know why I put in a spider at the end. I'm just random like that 8D

Sorry for any mistakes in this chapter. I was up late and I was up really early yesterday morning, especially since I had to attend the Youth Games, which lasted all day... :/ But I like playing foot ball though ^_^

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