Post by redstar on Jul 7, 2009 2:03:33 GMT -5
May consider of putting this on FF.net, but we'll see. 
Enjoy the first chapter guys! I hope you enjoy the humor and fluff in this one. ^___^
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Nigel; Parents of a Hero[/i]
Chapter 1- Toy Emergency!
~**
The misty morning was peaceful with birds chirping and the wild frogs croaking into tune. Laughter was heard on the bank near the lake. Three figures sat there, yanking at their fishing poles around in the water.
Monty Uno, Numbuh Zero and Sooper-Supreme Commander of the Kids, Teens, even Adults Next Door.
Nigel Uno, son of Numbuh Zero himself. His codename; Numbuh One, of course! Legendary leader and command of Sector V at duty!
Last but not least, Rachel McKenzie, Numbuh 362 and left-handed operative of Numbuh Zero! She usually kept Monty’s paperwork neat and tidy, and went on missions with Sector V whenever she got the job done.
“Steady… steady, Numbuh 362.” Monty murmured lightly, watching carefully as the blonde girl pulled in her rod. “Oh, not too fast now! Slow pace, slow pace—”
Bam!
Rachel groaned. Blast. Another fish got away! Why didn’t they like her?
A chuckle escaped the lips of the bald Brit, and then placed a hand on Rachel’s shoulder. He smiled, and bent down to whisper in her ear. “It was a great catch though.” He said. Rachel’s heart leaped. He was so close, so gentle… she could even feel herself melting straight down into a puddle of goo any second now.
“N-Nigel… thanks.” said Rachel, feeling a streak of hotness flame across her face. Nigel nodded his head, and then went back to his own fishing pole. Rachel watched him walk off, blankly staring.
Her heart was thudding loudly, and couldn’t stop. It just couldn’t.
Monty noticed the look in his left-handed operative’s eye, and chuckled to himself. “Ah… young love.” When Nigel was out of earshot, Rachel’s face broke out into a sweat. She stared at Numbuh Zero with so many blushes.
“…Please… Numbuh Zero, I…I…” She shook her head in denial, turning back to her fishing rod. Monty grinned. Rachel sighed, looking down into her own reflection in the water.
“Why must I be so obvious?” she muttered to herself, splashing the waves with her free hand. Closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, Rachel opened her eyes—and screamed in fright.
The faces of both Numbuhs 60 and 70 have come into view in the reflection.
“Rachel! What’s wrong? Are you o—what!” Nigel cried out, seeing the two drill sergeants out in the mist.
“My goodness, Numbuhs 60 and 70! What in the crackerjacks are you doing here at this hour?” Monty demanded in a booming tone.
“Sir!” They responded in a salute.
“We’ve come to inform Numbuhs One and 362 that Father is up to no good again.” Laura stated, rolling her eyes. She was a new drill sergeant of the Arctic Base Training that was assigned with Numbuh 60.
“Numbuhs Two through Five are already waiting for you at Kidz’R’Us.” said Pat with a nod.
“At this time in the morning?” Nigel ruffled up his sleeve, catching a glimpse at his watch. Rachel smiled at him.
“What’re we waiting for, Tiger? Let’s go kick some ashes!” she grinned. Nigel agreed, and then turned to the two other operatives.
“Thanks for the info, guys. Don’t worry. We’ll set this fire starter right in his place! Let’s move, Numbuh 362.” Nigel grabbed Rachel’s hand, and ran off with her into the misty trees to start up the ROADSTAR.
“Sooo…” Patton started, looking around the swampy area.
“I like it here already.” Laura claimed.
“Jolly good, I always say!” said Monty, rearing his fishing line to have another go. “It seems that you two might fancy for some hot tea.”
“…Huh?” Patton’s stern expression turned totally blank.
“He means it will help our throats.” Laura pointed out with a smile.
“Then why didn’t he just say so?” The jet-black kid crossed his arms and smirked at her. Laura shrugged.
“Hey, you know how fancy British people are.”
Patton bit his lip, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah… sure.” He said. Laura giggled brightly. The boy began to blush, loving her light giggle.
… Honestly, how did she become the 2nd drill sergeant with such a light voice?
Silence filled the swamp, and then Pat looked back at Laura. She was staring right in his face.
“…What. Are you doing?” he demanded in a cold, low voice. His eyes narrowed.
“Sensing.” She said. Patton raised a brow.
“Excuse me?” his voice was rising.
“…Your thoughts.” Laura now turned her smile into a wicked grin.
The boy shook his head, waving her off with his glove. “Girls are weird. Especially girls like you.” He said to her. Laura kept grinning.
“I like to be weird.” She said. “It’s what makes me unique.”
“No, it’s what makes you annoying.” Patton razzed her. “Whoever said you were unique?”
Laura flipped on her back, smiling into the mist. “Mmm… The penguins.”
Patton nearly felt his jaw dropping. He covered his mouth, trying not to burst into laughter. “P—penguins?!”
“Yes.” Laura laughed. She then grabbed his snow cap, placing it onto her head. Pat’s expression drooped. He then placed out a hand, demanding to have it back.
“Give it.”
“Nooo…”
“… C’mon. Give it.”
“I… don’t… think… so!”
“Laura Larkson, don’t make me raise my voice and hand you over to the military!” Patton threatened.
Laura sulked; she began playing the ‘wittle-innocent’ infant. “Okay, Patty… You win.” She took off the brown snow cap, and Patton swept it away. He smiled, placing it back onto his head.
“Thank you.”
Laura hmph’ed, folding her arms across her chest. She looked to the ground, blushing a light pink. But then a smile came across her face, feeling happy with him.
Monty only could grin again.
What a morning, I see two pairs forming here already!
~**
The biggest toy store in all of the town of Gallagher was dark and empty without a worker in sight. Nigel and Rachel were in a few aisles where the plushes and dolls were in stock.
“Numbuhs Two and Five, come in. Any sign yet?” Nigel spoke out into the toy walky-talky.
Hoagie Gilligan and Abigail Lincoln were in the sports and balls department. The two were busily hiding in a large box of colored bouncy balls. Hoagie poked his head out, reaching out for his walky-talky.
“Ugh…mm… where is it?” he muttered to himself. A loud yawn escaped from him, and smacked his lips.
Abby rolled her eyes, having the communicator in between of her two fingers. “Right here.” She sighed. Hoagie laughed, blushing red with embarrassment.
“Oh! I totally knew that all along, Numbuh Five!” he blurted out. Abby face-palmed and shook her head. In yet, there was no denial that she liked him—a whole lot.
The dark-skinned girl then spoke right away into the walky-talky. “Right here, Numbuhs One and 362. Nothin’ yet, Boss. But we’re lookin’ pretty hard for ya’ll.” She said.
“Roger that, Numbuh Five. And don’t get stuck in those balls!” Nigel scolded, and then switched to another signal to contact Numbuhs Three and Four.
Hoagie then began laughing like a madman. Abby raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip.
“What’s so funny ‘dis time, Numbuh Two…?”
The fat pilot giggled, and then bounced around. “He said we shouldn’t be stuck in balls… But we’re stuck in them! AHAHAHAHAAAA!”
Abby shamefully pulled the rim of her cap over her eyes, leaning her face onto a lightly-colored blue ball. They made squishy sounds of her face against it.
“Hey Numbuh Five…” Hoagie purred, raising his eyebrows up and down. “Wanna be stuck in my ba—WHA!” He was hit! Blasted out of his skull! Man.
“…I’ll take that… as a no… then?” he mumbled, his head becoming stuck deeper into the balls.
Abby shook her head, muttering an “Mm-mm-mm…”
Meanwhile, Numbuhs Three and Four were sneaking around in the bike and tricycle department with sports, and nearby girly toys.
As Wally was concentrating walking down the aisle, Kuki came up strolling in a large tire. Her sleeves dangled playfully outside, having the time of her life.
“Wheeee!” she squealed. “This is so much fun!!! Try it, Numbuh Four!”
“What the!” Wally exclaimed, following her in a rush. He caught up, panting. “N—Numbuh Three! Are ya outta your cruddy mind, girl!”
“Nahhh, but I’ll be outta this tire in a minute!” she said with a wide smile.
“Ya could hurt yourself! Haven’t you’ve seen that episode of Beavis and Butthead where they used that tire for fun!?” he boomed.
“Oh Wally, you DO care!” Kuki giggled, huggling him. Wally’s cheeks burnt up quickly, and carefully reached out to pull her into his arms bridal-style. The tire was still on the lose, though! It went rolling right into a stack of put-put golf clubs and then—
WHAM!
Down they went. What a mess! And the tire finally lost balance, finally went down with the clubs.
“Ah, crud…” Wally slapped his hand to his forehead and sighed. All of a sudden, his walky-talky started to vibrate. “Ah, man! Numbuh One and 362!”
The Aussie reached for his belt, but just wasn’t quick enough. Kuki got a head start! She claimed it into her sleeve, and answered. Wally scowled, crossing his arms in a huff.
“Cruddy girl…”
“Shh! They’re talking.” Kuki scolded a pointy finger slash wagging piece of sleeve at him.
“Numbuhs Three and Four, come in!” Nigel said. “Please report. Anything yet?”
“Hiii, Numbuh One!” Kuki greeted. “Well, we went passed the Polly Pockets and through the trikes and then I found this tire, see, and I rolled in it! Hehehe! It was sooo much fun! And then Wally rescued me from being totaled by stupid golf clubs! And—OH MY GOSH!!!! EDWARD CULLEN AND BELLA SWAN DOLLSSSS!!!!!”
Nigel and Rachel embraced each other from the Japanese girl’s terrible squeal.
“W-what? What next, Numbuh Three?” Rachel asked, pulling lightly at her bandana.
“Look Wally!!! LOOK!!!!” Kuki pointed with her eyes shimmering brightly. “You can even smooth glitter ALL over him!!! Isn’t that great?!”
“…Eh, no.”
“Yes is it!” Kuki chirped. “OOOOH!!! And lookie here! On the back! There’s phrases voiced by RPatz!”
“…Who?” Wally rubbed the back of his head.
“I—must—purchase it!” Kuki gasped.
“…No.” Wally said sternly. Kuki gasped again, her sleeves covering her mouth along with the Eddiekins figure.
“What… did you say?”
“Ah. Said. NO!” Wally then smacked the package of the action figure out of her hands, and then tore it out. Kuki screamed.
“WALLABEE!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?”
“Finally, Ah’m gonna stake this cruddy sparklin’ vampire once and for all!” Wally then stomped on the Edward Cullen toy, hearing the plasticness of the figure crack and drag by the blonde boy’s foot.
“NO! He must live for Bella! He lives for her!” Kuki sobbed.
Wallabee was only grinning evilly, feeling so good. Kuki was sobbing on the ground with tears of fountains leaking from her eyes.
“WWWWWHHHHHHYYYYYY?”
“Because!” Wally whispered, holding up the decapitated head of Edward Cullen with his thumb and index. “…He. Is. Nothin’.” He then smashed the terrible head into an eleventy-billion pieces… if that’s even possible, the author of this story guesses.
“Now dry those tears, Kuki.” Wally said. “Edward’s just a good for nothin’ abusive piece ah’ junk. He’s no vampire! Ah’ bet even Count Spankulot could even take’em!”
He took her sleeve in his hand, and smiled. “Besides… he’s a fictional character. You’re real. Like… really, really real!”
“Really, really, real?” Kuki sniffed.
“Yeah.” Wally patted her head. “Now, if ya wanna be mad at someone.. be mad at cruddy Father. He’s burning our favorite toys!”
Kuki then perked up again into full happiness. “Okay!” she said.
“Good.”
The girl then turned her head into a different direction. “OOOOHHHH!” she sqee’d. “Look over there!!! New, sooper-ultra alien figures of the new spin-off!”
She raced over into the next aisle to look. Wally sighed, shaking his head. This was going to be a long, dark morning…
Nigel and Rachel were still wandering around in the area of plushies. Rainbow monkeys and other silly dolls were sitting on shelves everywhere.
The Brit suddenly felt two arms cling against him, and turned to his companion. “Ah—Rachel!” he exclaimed. He smiled warmly at her. “What’s wrong?”
“…Those.” She pointed directly at a top shelf. Nigel looked up, and stared.
Clowns.
“…I really should stop reading IT.” Rachel breathed, shoving her face into Nigel’s sweater for protection. She shivered, knowing to herself that all eyes of the clown dolls were watching her with their own eyes moving…
“Oh Rachel, it’s only a book.” Nigel chuckled, rubbing her back for comfort.
“Oh really?” Rachel whispered, glancing up at him. Fear was in her eyes. “Tell that to Stephen King.”
Nigel only laughed again, and moved on with her. Rachel continued to bury her face into his sweater until Nigel stopped for a moment. She stopped, too.
“It’s all over now, Rachel. You can come out now.” He whispered kindly. Rachel breathed with relief, and then came out of his sweater. Nigel smiled widely, stroking a tad of her golden hair.
He had to admit—she did look very adorable once she was frightened. No… she was beautiful.
Suddenly someone had to ruin the moment. A full blast was heard nearby, where Nigel and Rachel were hot on the trail. The two broke away from their moment, and then saw the flames rising.
Father.
“…No…” Rachel whispered.
“What is it?” Nigel asked.
“… It’s exactly as I feared.” said Rachel.
Without any response, she made a break for it. Nigel gasped, rushing off on her tail.
“Rachel! Wait! Stop! What are you—”
He saw her drop to her knees and with a broken expression across her face.
“…NO!”
~**
DUN, DUN, DUUUN! ... Lol, sorry, drama effect. First chapter is finally complete, yayme! *claps like London* ... I have got to stop watching Suite Life on Deck. T-T
Enjoy the first chapter guys! I hope you enjoy the humor and fluff in this one. ^___^~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Nigel; Parents of a Hero[/i]
Chapter 1- Toy Emergency!
~**
The misty morning was peaceful with birds chirping and the wild frogs croaking into tune. Laughter was heard on the bank near the lake. Three figures sat there, yanking at their fishing poles around in the water.
Monty Uno, Numbuh Zero and Sooper-Supreme Commander of the Kids, Teens, even Adults Next Door.
Nigel Uno, son of Numbuh Zero himself. His codename; Numbuh One, of course! Legendary leader and command of Sector V at duty!
Last but not least, Rachel McKenzie, Numbuh 362 and left-handed operative of Numbuh Zero! She usually kept Monty’s paperwork neat and tidy, and went on missions with Sector V whenever she got the job done.
“Steady… steady, Numbuh 362.” Monty murmured lightly, watching carefully as the blonde girl pulled in her rod. “Oh, not too fast now! Slow pace, slow pace—”
Bam!
Rachel groaned. Blast. Another fish got away! Why didn’t they like her?
A chuckle escaped the lips of the bald Brit, and then placed a hand on Rachel’s shoulder. He smiled, and bent down to whisper in her ear. “It was a great catch though.” He said. Rachel’s heart leaped. He was so close, so gentle… she could even feel herself melting straight down into a puddle of goo any second now.
“N-Nigel… thanks.” said Rachel, feeling a streak of hotness flame across her face. Nigel nodded his head, and then went back to his own fishing pole. Rachel watched him walk off, blankly staring.
Her heart was thudding loudly, and couldn’t stop. It just couldn’t.
Monty noticed the look in his left-handed operative’s eye, and chuckled to himself. “Ah… young love.” When Nigel was out of earshot, Rachel’s face broke out into a sweat. She stared at Numbuh Zero with so many blushes.
“…Please… Numbuh Zero, I…I…” She shook her head in denial, turning back to her fishing rod. Monty grinned. Rachel sighed, looking down into her own reflection in the water.
“Why must I be so obvious?” she muttered to herself, splashing the waves with her free hand. Closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, Rachel opened her eyes—and screamed in fright.
The faces of both Numbuhs 60 and 70 have come into view in the reflection.
“Rachel! What’s wrong? Are you o—what!” Nigel cried out, seeing the two drill sergeants out in the mist.
“My goodness, Numbuhs 60 and 70! What in the crackerjacks are you doing here at this hour?” Monty demanded in a booming tone.
“Sir!” They responded in a salute.
“We’ve come to inform Numbuhs One and 362 that Father is up to no good again.” Laura stated, rolling her eyes. She was a new drill sergeant of the Arctic Base Training that was assigned with Numbuh 60.
“Numbuhs Two through Five are already waiting for you at Kidz’R’Us.” said Pat with a nod.
“At this time in the morning?” Nigel ruffled up his sleeve, catching a glimpse at his watch. Rachel smiled at him.
“What’re we waiting for, Tiger? Let’s go kick some ashes!” she grinned. Nigel agreed, and then turned to the two other operatives.
“Thanks for the info, guys. Don’t worry. We’ll set this fire starter right in his place! Let’s move, Numbuh 362.” Nigel grabbed Rachel’s hand, and ran off with her into the misty trees to start up the ROADSTAR.
“Sooo…” Patton started, looking around the swampy area.
“I like it here already.” Laura claimed.
“Jolly good, I always say!” said Monty, rearing his fishing line to have another go. “It seems that you two might fancy for some hot tea.”
“…Huh?” Patton’s stern expression turned totally blank.
“He means it will help our throats.” Laura pointed out with a smile.
“Then why didn’t he just say so?” The jet-black kid crossed his arms and smirked at her. Laura shrugged.
“Hey, you know how fancy British people are.”
Patton bit his lip, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah… sure.” He said. Laura giggled brightly. The boy began to blush, loving her light giggle.
… Honestly, how did she become the 2nd drill sergeant with such a light voice?
Silence filled the swamp, and then Pat looked back at Laura. She was staring right in his face.
“…What. Are you doing?” he demanded in a cold, low voice. His eyes narrowed.
“Sensing.” She said. Patton raised a brow.
“Excuse me?” his voice was rising.
“…Your thoughts.” Laura now turned her smile into a wicked grin.
The boy shook his head, waving her off with his glove. “Girls are weird. Especially girls like you.” He said to her. Laura kept grinning.
“I like to be weird.” She said. “It’s what makes me unique.”
“No, it’s what makes you annoying.” Patton razzed her. “Whoever said you were unique?”
Laura flipped on her back, smiling into the mist. “Mmm… The penguins.”
Patton nearly felt his jaw dropping. He covered his mouth, trying not to burst into laughter. “P—penguins?!”
“Yes.” Laura laughed. She then grabbed his snow cap, placing it onto her head. Pat’s expression drooped. He then placed out a hand, demanding to have it back.
“Give it.”
“Nooo…”
“… C’mon. Give it.”
“I… don’t… think… so!”
“Laura Larkson, don’t make me raise my voice and hand you over to the military!” Patton threatened.
Laura sulked; she began playing the ‘wittle-innocent’ infant. “Okay, Patty… You win.” She took off the brown snow cap, and Patton swept it away. He smiled, placing it back onto his head.
“Thank you.”
Laura hmph’ed, folding her arms across her chest. She looked to the ground, blushing a light pink. But then a smile came across her face, feeling happy with him.
Monty only could grin again.
What a morning, I see two pairs forming here already!
~**
The biggest toy store in all of the town of Gallagher was dark and empty without a worker in sight. Nigel and Rachel were in a few aisles where the plushes and dolls were in stock.
“Numbuhs Two and Five, come in. Any sign yet?” Nigel spoke out into the toy walky-talky.
Hoagie Gilligan and Abigail Lincoln were in the sports and balls department. The two were busily hiding in a large box of colored bouncy balls. Hoagie poked his head out, reaching out for his walky-talky.
“Ugh…mm… where is it?” he muttered to himself. A loud yawn escaped from him, and smacked his lips.
Abby rolled her eyes, having the communicator in between of her two fingers. “Right here.” She sighed. Hoagie laughed, blushing red with embarrassment.
“Oh! I totally knew that all along, Numbuh Five!” he blurted out. Abby face-palmed and shook her head. In yet, there was no denial that she liked him—a whole lot.
The dark-skinned girl then spoke right away into the walky-talky. “Right here, Numbuhs One and 362. Nothin’ yet, Boss. But we’re lookin’ pretty hard for ya’ll.” She said.
“Roger that, Numbuh Five. And don’t get stuck in those balls!” Nigel scolded, and then switched to another signal to contact Numbuhs Three and Four.
Hoagie then began laughing like a madman. Abby raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip.
“What’s so funny ‘dis time, Numbuh Two…?”
The fat pilot giggled, and then bounced around. “He said we shouldn’t be stuck in balls… But we’re stuck in them! AHAHAHAHAAAA!”
Abby shamefully pulled the rim of her cap over her eyes, leaning her face onto a lightly-colored blue ball. They made squishy sounds of her face against it.
“Hey Numbuh Five…” Hoagie purred, raising his eyebrows up and down. “Wanna be stuck in my ba—WHA!” He was hit! Blasted out of his skull! Man.
“…I’ll take that… as a no… then?” he mumbled, his head becoming stuck deeper into the balls.
Abby shook her head, muttering an “Mm-mm-mm…”
Meanwhile, Numbuhs Three and Four were sneaking around in the bike and tricycle department with sports, and nearby girly toys.
As Wally was concentrating walking down the aisle, Kuki came up strolling in a large tire. Her sleeves dangled playfully outside, having the time of her life.
“Wheeee!” she squealed. “This is so much fun!!! Try it, Numbuh Four!”
“What the!” Wally exclaimed, following her in a rush. He caught up, panting. “N—Numbuh Three! Are ya outta your cruddy mind, girl!”
“Nahhh, but I’ll be outta this tire in a minute!” she said with a wide smile.
“Ya could hurt yourself! Haven’t you’ve seen that episode of Beavis and Butthead where they used that tire for fun!?” he boomed.
“Oh Wally, you DO care!” Kuki giggled, huggling him. Wally’s cheeks burnt up quickly, and carefully reached out to pull her into his arms bridal-style. The tire was still on the lose, though! It went rolling right into a stack of put-put golf clubs and then—
WHAM!
Down they went. What a mess! And the tire finally lost balance, finally went down with the clubs.
“Ah, crud…” Wally slapped his hand to his forehead and sighed. All of a sudden, his walky-talky started to vibrate. “Ah, man! Numbuh One and 362!”
The Aussie reached for his belt, but just wasn’t quick enough. Kuki got a head start! She claimed it into her sleeve, and answered. Wally scowled, crossing his arms in a huff.
“Cruddy girl…”
“Shh! They’re talking.” Kuki scolded a pointy finger slash wagging piece of sleeve at him.
“Numbuhs Three and Four, come in!” Nigel said. “Please report. Anything yet?”
“Hiii, Numbuh One!” Kuki greeted. “Well, we went passed the Polly Pockets and through the trikes and then I found this tire, see, and I rolled in it! Hehehe! It was sooo much fun! And then Wally rescued me from being totaled by stupid golf clubs! And—OH MY GOSH!!!! EDWARD CULLEN AND BELLA SWAN DOLLSSSS!!!!!”
Nigel and Rachel embraced each other from the Japanese girl’s terrible squeal.
“W-what? What next, Numbuh Three?” Rachel asked, pulling lightly at her bandana.
“Look Wally!!! LOOK!!!!” Kuki pointed with her eyes shimmering brightly. “You can even smooth glitter ALL over him!!! Isn’t that great?!”
“…Eh, no.”
“Yes is it!” Kuki chirped. “OOOOH!!! And lookie here! On the back! There’s phrases voiced by RPatz!”
“…Who?” Wally rubbed the back of his head.
“I—must—purchase it!” Kuki gasped.
“…No.” Wally said sternly. Kuki gasped again, her sleeves covering her mouth along with the Eddiekins figure.
“What… did you say?”
“Ah. Said. NO!” Wally then smacked the package of the action figure out of her hands, and then tore it out. Kuki screamed.
“WALLABEE!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?”
“Finally, Ah’m gonna stake this cruddy sparklin’ vampire once and for all!” Wally then stomped on the Edward Cullen toy, hearing the plasticness of the figure crack and drag by the blonde boy’s foot.
“NO! He must live for Bella! He lives for her!” Kuki sobbed.
Wallabee was only grinning evilly, feeling so good. Kuki was sobbing on the ground with tears of fountains leaking from her eyes.
“WWWWWHHHHHHYYYYYY?”
“Because!” Wally whispered, holding up the decapitated head of Edward Cullen with his thumb and index. “…He. Is. Nothin’.” He then smashed the terrible head into an eleventy-billion pieces… if that’s even possible, the author of this story guesses.
“Now dry those tears, Kuki.” Wally said. “Edward’s just a good for nothin’ abusive piece ah’ junk. He’s no vampire! Ah’ bet even Count Spankulot could even take’em!”
He took her sleeve in his hand, and smiled. “Besides… he’s a fictional character. You’re real. Like… really, really real!”
“Really, really, real?” Kuki sniffed.
“Yeah.” Wally patted her head. “Now, if ya wanna be mad at someone.. be mad at cruddy Father. He’s burning our favorite toys!”
Kuki then perked up again into full happiness. “Okay!” she said.
“Good.”
The girl then turned her head into a different direction. “OOOOHHHH!” she sqee’d. “Look over there!!! New, sooper-ultra alien figures of the new spin-off!”
She raced over into the next aisle to look. Wally sighed, shaking his head. This was going to be a long, dark morning…
Nigel and Rachel were still wandering around in the area of plushies. Rainbow monkeys and other silly dolls were sitting on shelves everywhere.
The Brit suddenly felt two arms cling against him, and turned to his companion. “Ah—Rachel!” he exclaimed. He smiled warmly at her. “What’s wrong?”
“…Those.” She pointed directly at a top shelf. Nigel looked up, and stared.
Clowns.
“…I really should stop reading IT.” Rachel breathed, shoving her face into Nigel’s sweater for protection. She shivered, knowing to herself that all eyes of the clown dolls were watching her with their own eyes moving…
“Oh Rachel, it’s only a book.” Nigel chuckled, rubbing her back for comfort.
“Oh really?” Rachel whispered, glancing up at him. Fear was in her eyes. “Tell that to Stephen King.”
Nigel only laughed again, and moved on with her. Rachel continued to bury her face into his sweater until Nigel stopped for a moment. She stopped, too.
“It’s all over now, Rachel. You can come out now.” He whispered kindly. Rachel breathed with relief, and then came out of his sweater. Nigel smiled widely, stroking a tad of her golden hair.
He had to admit—she did look very adorable once she was frightened. No… she was beautiful.
Suddenly someone had to ruin the moment. A full blast was heard nearby, where Nigel and Rachel were hot on the trail. The two broke away from their moment, and then saw the flames rising.
Father.
“…No…” Rachel whispered.
“What is it?” Nigel asked.
“… It’s exactly as I feared.” said Rachel.
Without any response, she made a break for it. Nigel gasped, rushing off on her tail.
“Rachel! Wait! Stop! What are you—”
He saw her drop to her knees and with a broken expression across her face.
“…NO!”
~**
DUN, DUN, DUUUN! ... Lol, sorry, drama effect. First chapter is finally complete, yayme! *claps like London* ... I have got to stop watching Suite Life on Deck. T-T
I hope you like it. And the villains, too... but poor Father though. ):
