Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2010 20:37:03 GMT -5
Marcie’s father walked across the living room to the storage area the plastic bag full of valentine’s sweets swaying by his side.
Atop the TV stand the ‘Celtic Thunder; It’s Entertainment’ DVD sat, and Keith looked on after the man as he closed the door. Damian began to plead mercilessly to go after him. Keith took this opportunity to grad hold of the lettering above his head and leap out from behind the plastic covering of the case.
“Keith!” George cried after him. He looked back and shrugged, his stomach was doing the talking now. Damian attempted to follow suit but Ryan grabbed his tie and yanked him back into place, giving him a warning glare. He looked at Keith, who promptly stuck his tongue out at the boy.
“Aw,” Damian muttered pouting and looking to George who shook his head. He sniffed pitifully as Paul laughed. “You all suck!” Paul nodded.
Meanwhile Keith was contemplating how to get off the entertainment center. He could jump the four feet to the floor, but being only five inches tall that would…
“Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, SPLAT.” Keith muttered to himself.
Noticing that there was a fairly generous coating of dust and static on the screen he decided that was his best bet. He jumped and slid down the curved monitor.
Once on the wood floor Keith tried to get his hair to lay down again but the static had it all standing on end and every time he smoothed it, it seemed to stand up worse than before. Shrugging it off he continued to the storage room, only about six feet away, not too far to travel at all, right?
Wrong.
All of a sudden a huge brindle dog with a scarily long snout and two large teeth hanging out of an under bite came running up, her brown eyes huge with excitement, and her paws skittering across the floor.
‘Toy!’ the dog thought.
“AAHHH!!!” Keith thought and screamed. He took off toward the door the dog following close at his heals. He dove onto his stomach and slid…coming three inches short. He began to commando-crawl, the dog yipping and barking sending vibrations through the floor and rattling him. Quickly Keith pulled himself under the door.
Pressing himself against the wall he waited for the girl’s father to leave. The gargantuan man stepped by him, taking no notice of the tiny singer.
Once he left Keith ran to the bag. Opening it he found more than what he had expected.
Coming up to the large heart shaped candy box he tried to get the plastic off but it wouldn’t budge. Running his arm under the seam he attempted to rip it but it held fast. Crying out in frustration he began to dig his nails into the plastic and managed to make a small hole large enough for his fist. Tearing the rest of it away he threw the lid off and sighed in contentment. Caramels.
After sufficiently stuffing himself with the sticky concoction (and managing to coat himself in it) he moved on to the next heart box. He had hit the mother load. The box was a long as he was tall and an inch thick. It was completely filled with fudge.
“Heaven!” he sang stuffing a fistful into his mouth. “I’m in heaven!” He ate more.
The box was soon empty and Keith decided he ought to head back, mostly so George would get angry with him. Not to mention he would face Ryan’s wrath. He shuddered at the thought. BUT he would get to rub it in Damo’s and Paul’s faces. Not just that they didn’t get to go, but caramel and fudge; there was still sticky residue on his palms.
Making sure the coast was clear he crept back to the TV stand and used his candy coated hands to climb back to the DVD. Paul stared at him openmouthed appalled as Keith slid behind the plastic and back into position. George smirked at the man’s stubbornness and Ryan smiled at his friend’s look of discomfort as he struggled to button his suit jacket again. Straining the fabric over his stomach the thread snapped and a button went reeling and whacked Damian in the nose. “Ow!” he shouted. Keith shrugged again but his expression suddenly changed to one of pain. A huge belch emanated from Keith.
“Keith!” they all cried flapping their arms as if to blow away the smell. The man smirked and laughed.
~*~
“I can’t believe you lost the candy!” Marcie’s mother cried.
“I don’t know where it went!” her father remarked. “I put it in the storage room!”
After a few moment more of arguing Marcie interjected “I blame Keith Harkin.” She said calmly.
Her parents laughed at their daughter’s wild imagination. “He just jumped off the DVD, huh?” her father asked.
“Yep.” The teenager said indignantly.
Atop the TV stand the ‘Celtic Thunder; It’s Entertainment’ DVD sat, and Keith looked on after the man as he closed the door. Damian began to plead mercilessly to go after him. Keith took this opportunity to grad hold of the lettering above his head and leap out from behind the plastic covering of the case.
“Keith!” George cried after him. He looked back and shrugged, his stomach was doing the talking now. Damian attempted to follow suit but Ryan grabbed his tie and yanked him back into place, giving him a warning glare. He looked at Keith, who promptly stuck his tongue out at the boy.
“Aw,” Damian muttered pouting and looking to George who shook his head. He sniffed pitifully as Paul laughed. “You all suck!” Paul nodded.
Meanwhile Keith was contemplating how to get off the entertainment center. He could jump the four feet to the floor, but being only five inches tall that would…
“Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, SPLAT.” Keith muttered to himself.
Noticing that there was a fairly generous coating of dust and static on the screen he decided that was his best bet. He jumped and slid down the curved monitor.
Once on the wood floor Keith tried to get his hair to lay down again but the static had it all standing on end and every time he smoothed it, it seemed to stand up worse than before. Shrugging it off he continued to the storage room, only about six feet away, not too far to travel at all, right?
Wrong.
All of a sudden a huge brindle dog with a scarily long snout and two large teeth hanging out of an under bite came running up, her brown eyes huge with excitement, and her paws skittering across the floor.
‘Toy!’ the dog thought.
“AAHHH!!!” Keith thought and screamed. He took off toward the door the dog following close at his heals. He dove onto his stomach and slid…coming three inches short. He began to commando-crawl, the dog yipping and barking sending vibrations through the floor and rattling him. Quickly Keith pulled himself under the door.
Pressing himself against the wall he waited for the girl’s father to leave. The gargantuan man stepped by him, taking no notice of the tiny singer.
Once he left Keith ran to the bag. Opening it he found more than what he had expected.
Coming up to the large heart shaped candy box he tried to get the plastic off but it wouldn’t budge. Running his arm under the seam he attempted to rip it but it held fast. Crying out in frustration he began to dig his nails into the plastic and managed to make a small hole large enough for his fist. Tearing the rest of it away he threw the lid off and sighed in contentment. Caramels.
After sufficiently stuffing himself with the sticky concoction (and managing to coat himself in it) he moved on to the next heart box. He had hit the mother load. The box was a long as he was tall and an inch thick. It was completely filled with fudge.
“Heaven!” he sang stuffing a fistful into his mouth. “I’m in heaven!” He ate more.
The box was soon empty and Keith decided he ought to head back, mostly so George would get angry with him. Not to mention he would face Ryan’s wrath. He shuddered at the thought. BUT he would get to rub it in Damo’s and Paul’s faces. Not just that they didn’t get to go, but caramel and fudge; there was still sticky residue on his palms.
Making sure the coast was clear he crept back to the TV stand and used his candy coated hands to climb back to the DVD. Paul stared at him openmouthed appalled as Keith slid behind the plastic and back into position. George smirked at the man’s stubbornness and Ryan smiled at his friend’s look of discomfort as he struggled to button his suit jacket again. Straining the fabric over his stomach the thread snapped and a button went reeling and whacked Damian in the nose. “Ow!” he shouted. Keith shrugged again but his expression suddenly changed to one of pain. A huge belch emanated from Keith.
“Keith!” they all cried flapping their arms as if to blow away the smell. The man smirked and laughed.
~*~
“I can’t believe you lost the candy!” Marcie’s mother cried.
“I don’t know where it went!” her father remarked. “I put it in the storage room!”
After a few moment more of arguing Marcie interjected “I blame Keith Harkin.” She said calmly.
Her parents laughed at their daughter’s wild imagination. “He just jumped off the DVD, huh?” her father asked.
“Yep.” The teenager said indignantly.