Chapter 13: Wild Art:
Anna's POV:
Ze ahrt club wahs hahveeng a meeteeng. "Alright, Artists," says Monsieur Maniscalco, "today, you are each going to do a portrait of what inspires you the most!"
I zen begahn to try to figure mine out... but I hahve nahtheeng! Zen zere wahs a knahck on ze door! "I shahll get eet!" I zen onsaired ze door ahnd eet wahs Dahnnie! "Whaht do you wahnt ziss time?"
"Hey, I got something I'm sure you'd like... really stinky cheese!" I wahs deesgusted! "I thought you french people like stinky cheese!"
"Naht ahll of us! Een fahct, I cahn nevair stahnd ze smell of eet! Or ze smell of you, een fahct!" I wahs zen slahmmed ze door een hees fahce!
"Miss Cousteau, is it that boy who picks his toes again," asks Monsieur Maniscalco.
"Oui, he ees very ahnnoying! he hahnestly sinks he hahs a chahnce weeth sahmeone of my stahndards!"
"Well, you didn't have to be so mean to him," says Shelley.
"He ees a deesgusteeng peeg!"
"And you're shallow," says Shelley.
"Didn't you compliment him on his... unique art skill," asks Monsieur Maniscalco.
He wahs right!
Anna's POV - Flashback:
"Magnifique! Look aht ze beauteeful structure he hahs mahde! I would naht hahve dahne eet myself, because eet ees deesgusteeng ahnd ze paint ees prahbahbly going to burn hees skeen, but ze result ees ze mahst ahmahzeeng sing I hahve evair seen! Perhahps I hahve meesjudged you! I ahpahlogize fahr sinkeeng you were ahn ahbahmeenahtion!"
Anna's POV - Present:
"Perhaps, we can invite him to join the club," says Monsieur Maniscalco.
"But..." I zen sighed ahnd opened ze door ahnd Dahnnie's fahce wahs cahvered een ze steenky cheese. "Dahnnie..." I tried naht to bahrf. "Weell you please cahme een!"
"I knew you couldn't resist for long," he says.
"Dahn't mahke me regret ziss," I said.
"Donnie, how would you like to join our club," asks Monsieur Maniscalco.
"Cool! Can I wear a fancy mustache?"
"No. To get in, you just have to draw something!"
"No problemo!"
Donnie's POV:
I was then trying to figure out what to draw... and I got nothing!
"Artist's Block," asks Adam.
"Oh yeah," I said.
"Maybe something simple like a hand turkey," says Adam.
"I don't think these guys would go for that," I said, "maybe I should talk to Anna."
. . .
I then talked to Anna. "Whaht do you know ahbout ahrt," asks Anna.
"Absolutely nothing," I said.
"Ahrt ees ahbout expresseeng yourself! Do whaht feels right to you... just like I'm trying! I'm trying to figure out whaht eenspires me ze mahst fahr my pahrtrait!"
"Wow, art is not easy, is it," I asked.
"No, eet ees naht," says Anna.
"Expressing yourself... hey, I think I know how to help us both," I said, "what if we took a break and have a little fun!" Anna had a horrified look on her face.
. . .
I was playing in the mud. "Come on and join in," I said.
"But I just gaht ziss new outfeet!"
. . .
I was riding an elephant at the zoo. "Get on," I said.
"Zat looks very dahngerous!"
. . .
I was drinking out of the toilet. Anna just walks away.
. . .
"You really don't know how to have fun, do you," I asked.
"I wahs raised to be a refined young lahdy," says Anna.
"You have your unwanted elements removed," I asked.
"Oddly enough, zat's pretty clahse. I'm elegahnt ahnd cultured een ahppearahnce, mahnnair, or tahste."
"Definitely in appearance," I said. She then slaps me. "Okay, I deserve that one."
"I ahm sahrry, but your defeenition of fun ees whaht I cahll... naht my sing!"
"I get it," I said. Then I heard something. "An animal's in trouble!"
"Sacre bleu! Please dahn't tell my mahthair I used zat kind of lahnguage!"
"You don't want your mother to know you spoke French," I asked.
Anna then rolls her eyes, and we ran.
. . .
We saw that Kip and Biederman were taking a bear.
"Let's go," says Kip.
"Hey, I think someone sees us," says Biederman.
I then jumped at the two and started beating them. Anna then lets the bear go. "Ha! We saved that bear," I said.
"Aht least zere ees one sing we hahve een cahmmon!"
"You idiots," says Kip, "we were hired to take that bear back to the zoo! You just let a bear loose in the city!"
"Oh yeah," we both said.
. . .
"Well, that was embarrassing," I said.
"Oui, but zere ees one sing I do hahve to say ahbout you. Eet ees ahlways sweet how much you cahre ahbout ze ahneemahls, Dahnnie."
I then tried to get a kiss, but she slaps me and walks away. "Should've seen that coming," I said. I then had an idea. That's what I should draw! Animals!
Anna's POV:
I looked aht my cahnvas... ahnd zen I figured out whaht eenspired me! But eef I do ziss... whaht would others sink? I decided, I do naht cahre! I zen painted whaht eenspires me ze mahst... Dahnnie!
And after this, Anna starts to develop feelings for Donnie. In the next chapter, Crystal returns.