Post by Buck U Productions on Sept 2, 2015 20:05:44 GMT
“THEY’RE SO MEAN!”
Charlotte O’Neal groaned to herself as she entered Holly Guacamole’s bedroom in the Embassy. There she found Holly laying face down on her bed, face buried in her pillows. Brutus Smith stood beside the bed, his face void of expression.
“What’s wrong this time,” she asked, rubbing her temples.
“Grin and Woody didn’t like my gifts,” Holly sobbed, “Grin says I’m mocking them and now he’s threatening to shove the cookies up my lady bits!”
Brutus snickered and said “I am Brute.”
Holly through a pillow at Brute.
“SHUT UP! THEY WOULD NOT ALL FIT IN THERE!”
“Well, at least they didn’t eat them,” Charlotte quipped, “I still can’t believe we’re treating Woody as if he’s alive. Regardless, I tried to tell you the care package was a terrible idea, even if your heart was in the right place.”
Brute rolled his eyes and Charlotte found herself having to suppress a giggle.
“Holly, think of how Brute must feel. Grin referred to him as a caveman. Do you see him crying about it?”
“I am Brute.”
“Exactly! Brute is a man of refinement; a connoisseur of the arts. It was only last week when we attended a performance of ‘Carmen’ with your father, Brutus openly wept, he was so moved. Do you think some silly little ‘caveman’ remark is going to get him down? ”
Holly sniffed and sat up in bed.
“But I really wanted Woody to like me.”
Charlotte patted her on the shoulder.
“Trust me, Holly. While he might be the one, er individual, here in Pollomania that your father would approve of you dating, Woody’s not your type.”
“Really?”
Brutus makes a rude gesture
“I am Brute.”
“OH! I didn’t realize he was a eunuch too!”
Charlotte took her glasses off and massaged the bridge of her nose.
“Now, if we’re done with this nonsence, we really need to get serious. You two are facing Grin and Woody in Tijuana on September ninth. It is imperative that you two win that match! To lose in front of the good people of Mexico would be a black mark on the Canadian Embassy; not to mention we sorely need the momentum going in the Tres Galaxies Trios tournament.”
Holly sat there unmoved, kicking her feet. Charlotte sighed and rubbed her temples.
“Think what you’re father would think if.”
Holly gasped, “Daddy?”
“Yes, Holly. What would your dear father think if you didn’t win? Oh my, I think he might be very disappointed in his little girl.”
Holly jumped out of bed and grabbed her hockey stick from the floor.
“I won’t let Daddy down. Where are those two meanies? I’m going to massacre them!”
“That a girl,” Charlotte called after Holly, as she raced out of her room.
She spun around and looked at Brute.
“I don’t care what you have to do. You’re to protect Holly but I want you to ‘take care’ of Woody and Grin. Got it?”
Brute nodded.
“I am Brute.”
(500 words and enough tears to cause a flash flood in Mexico. THANKS GRIN & WOODY!)
Charlotte O’Neal groaned to herself as she entered Holly Guacamole’s bedroom in the Embassy. There she found Holly laying face down on her bed, face buried in her pillows. Brutus Smith stood beside the bed, his face void of expression.
“What’s wrong this time,” she asked, rubbing her temples.
“Grin and Woody didn’t like my gifts,” Holly sobbed, “Grin says I’m mocking them and now he’s threatening to shove the cookies up my lady bits!”
Brutus snickered and said “I am Brute.”
Holly through a pillow at Brute.
“SHUT UP! THEY WOULD NOT ALL FIT IN THERE!”
“Well, at least they didn’t eat them,” Charlotte quipped, “I still can’t believe we’re treating Woody as if he’s alive. Regardless, I tried to tell you the care package was a terrible idea, even if your heart was in the right place.”
Brute rolled his eyes and Charlotte found herself having to suppress a giggle.
“Holly, think of how Brute must feel. Grin referred to him as a caveman. Do you see him crying about it?”
“I am Brute.”
“Exactly! Brute is a man of refinement; a connoisseur of the arts. It was only last week when we attended a performance of ‘Carmen’ with your father, Brutus openly wept, he was so moved. Do you think some silly little ‘caveman’ remark is going to get him down? ”
Holly sniffed and sat up in bed.
“But I really wanted Woody to like me.”
Charlotte patted her on the shoulder.
“Trust me, Holly. While he might be the one, er individual, here in Pollomania that your father would approve of you dating, Woody’s not your type.”
“Really?”
Brutus makes a rude gesture
“I am Brute.”
“OH! I didn’t realize he was a eunuch too!”
Charlotte took her glasses off and massaged the bridge of her nose.
“Now, if we’re done with this nonsence, we really need to get serious. You two are facing Grin and Woody in Tijuana on September ninth. It is imperative that you two win that match! To lose in front of the good people of Mexico would be a black mark on the Canadian Embassy; not to mention we sorely need the momentum going in the Tres Galaxies Trios tournament.”
Holly sat there unmoved, kicking her feet. Charlotte sighed and rubbed her temples.
“Think what you’re father would think if.”
Holly gasped, “Daddy?”
“Yes, Holly. What would your dear father think if you didn’t win? Oh my, I think he might be very disappointed in his little girl.”
Holly jumped out of bed and grabbed her hockey stick from the floor.
“I won’t let Daddy down. Where are those two meanies? I’m going to massacre them!”
“That a girl,” Charlotte called after Holly, as she raced out of her room.
She spun around and looked at Brute.
“I don’t care what you have to do. You’re to protect Holly but I want you to ‘take care’ of Woody and Grin. Got it?”
Brute nodded.
“I am Brute.”
(500 words and enough tears to cause a flash flood in Mexico. THANKS GRIN & WOODY!)