Post by Buck U Productions on Aug 28, 2015 21:33:35 GMT
“BIG BROTHER! TIGGIE! OPEN UP!!!”
Charlotte O’Neal looked up from her lap top computer to see Holly Guacamole banging on the door to El Tigre de Jengibre’s room.
“Give it a rest, Holly. He’ll come out when he’s ready. The news he has to face Nirvana shook him up pretty hard. The man was his idol when he was a kid.”
“But Charlie, he’s been there for over a day and there’s a cameraman locked in there with him!”
Charlotte looked thoughtfully for a moment before turning to Brutus Smith lounging on the floor with the latest issue Canadian Geographic.
“Brute, if he hasn’t come out by Sunday morning, break down the door… and maybe have a mop and bucket handy, just in case.”
Without looking up Brute replied, “I am Brute.”
Charlotte closed her computer and turned to look at charges more closely.
“Listen up, you two. Largely because of Tiger’s actions, you well face Grin and Woody on September 9th in Tijuana. We need to put an end to this situation as quickly as possible. We can’t permit Tiger to be distracted with those, when we have the trios tournament to win. Not to mention the half million dollars and golden opportunity well certainly aide us in our bid to take over Pollomania on behalf of the Embassy.”
Holly walks over and sits on the arm of Charlotte’s chair.
“I like how you call him ‘Tiger’, just like you did when you were dating. SAY! Maybe that’s why he calls himself ‘Tigre’! I’ve never thought of it like that.”
“Holly, enough,” Charlotte responded, shoving her off the arm rest, “Be serious here! We need put this issue with Grin and Woody to rest quickly.”
“Maybe a care package would help,” Holly exclaimed, running to find a box.
“Holly,” Charlotte replied, “I’m not sure this sort of situation calls for a care package.”
“What do you know?” Holly sticks her tongue out, “Now let’s see, we’ll give Grin a new bathrobe to replace the one Tiggie burnt (puts a pink ‘unicorn’ robe in the box); a can of Axe spray for Grin, because he’s stinky when he wrestles; a can of Raid for Woody, (whispering) because I hear he has termites; a can of wood polish for Woody to use when he’s alone in his room(giggles); and a couple of pictures ME for when Woody is alone in his room (doubles over in laughter).”
She looks around for a minute and then skips over to a crate in the corner. Reaching in, she scoops out several wooden dolls and marionettes, takes back to the box to place in.
“I’m not sure why Tiggie still has some of these but I bet Grin and Woody well like them more!
She looks Brutus.
“You think that well be enough?”
“I am Brute?”
“I know! I’ll bake cookies!!!”
As she skips to the kitchen Charlotte and Grin look ominously at each other.
“Cookies? This could be very bad.”
“I am Brute!”
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Charlotte O’Neal looked up from her lap top computer to see Holly Guacamole banging on the door to El Tigre de Jengibre’s room.
“Give it a rest, Holly. He’ll come out when he’s ready. The news he has to face Nirvana shook him up pretty hard. The man was his idol when he was a kid.”
“But Charlie, he’s been there for over a day and there’s a cameraman locked in there with him!”
Charlotte looked thoughtfully for a moment before turning to Brutus Smith lounging on the floor with the latest issue Canadian Geographic.
“Brute, if he hasn’t come out by Sunday morning, break down the door… and maybe have a mop and bucket handy, just in case.”
Without looking up Brute replied, “I am Brute.”
Charlotte closed her computer and turned to look at charges more closely.
“Listen up, you two. Largely because of Tiger’s actions, you well face Grin and Woody on September 9th in Tijuana. We need to put an end to this situation as quickly as possible. We can’t permit Tiger to be distracted with those, when we have the trios tournament to win. Not to mention the half million dollars and golden opportunity well certainly aide us in our bid to take over Pollomania on behalf of the Embassy.”
Holly walks over and sits on the arm of Charlotte’s chair.
“I like how you call him ‘Tiger’, just like you did when you were dating. SAY! Maybe that’s why he calls himself ‘Tigre’! I’ve never thought of it like that.”
“Holly, enough,” Charlotte responded, shoving her off the arm rest, “Be serious here! We need put this issue with Grin and Woody to rest quickly.”
“Maybe a care package would help,” Holly exclaimed, running to find a box.
“Holly,” Charlotte replied, “I’m not sure this sort of situation calls for a care package.”
“What do you know?” Holly sticks her tongue out, “Now let’s see, we’ll give Grin a new bathrobe to replace the one Tiggie burnt (puts a pink ‘unicorn’ robe in the box); a can of Axe spray for Grin, because he’s stinky when he wrestles; a can of Raid for Woody, (whispering) because I hear he has termites; a can of wood polish for Woody to use when he’s alone in his room(giggles); and a couple of pictures ME for when Woody is alone in his room (doubles over in laughter).”
She looks around for a minute and then skips over to a crate in the corner. Reaching in, she scoops out several wooden dolls and marionettes, takes back to the box to place in.
“I’m not sure why Tiggie still has some of these but I bet Grin and Woody well like them more!
She looks Brutus.
“You think that well be enough?”
“I am Brute?”
“I know! I’ll bake cookies!!!”
As she skips to the kitchen Charlotte and Grin look ominously at each other.
“Cookies? This could be very bad.”
“I am Brute!”
(499 words)