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PBS fanfic Chapter 2Chapter 2: It Gets Weirder
There was a family of crocodiles in the neighborhood, the father of which wasn't at the ZZE's party last night because he'd rather spent time with his son. (Actually, he would have rather been out partying but that's a bit beside the point ) What was really confusing was when he somehow stumbled in the door that morning when he was supposedly "sleeping".
His wife, on the other hand, was standing there waiting before he even opened the door. "Where were you?!" she demanded as the door swung open.
He stumbled a bit more before saying in a slurred drunken tone, " Shut you mouf, woomun " he hiccupped and stumbled around a bit more. " Me was out on " He hiccupped again. " morning jog "
At this point, their son was up and out looking on their proceedings. Thankfully, (or unfortunately in the father's case) the mother noticed this first.
"Junior, why don't you go have some breakfast?" she suggested.
He was off before the rest
PBS fanfic Chapter 1Chapter 1: It's a Weird Day in the Neighborhood
It would have been a nice, normal neighborhood (if there was such a thing ) except that mixed in with the usual weird people youd might expect in any neighborhood there was also a fraternity and family of crocodiles, a zebra who was an activist while he had to do everything he could to survive the crocs well general stupidity, a rat that hated all of the neighbors and if he wasnt trying a new way to avoid the world then he was shoving them all into boxes, although his housemate, an idiotic yet well-meaning and sweet pig usually got the most of his cynical moods. Slowly it seemed their neighborhood was becoming a zoo.
The TV on, another beer, and he was content at least until he heard the door.
Hi, Pig said as he walked in. He was a short pudgy pink fellow with his ears almost seeming to hold out into the air. I have somethi
a visitAs I worked tirelessly into the night, something began to fuzz in my brain. Brer Rabbit? I thought, wondering what it could be. The little hare always showed up shortly after that fuzz, and I could never be sure if he was real or just my imagination. I'd always known my imagination was larger than normal, and Brer Rabbit could have been the product of that, though I didn't think so. There were the stories on Deviantart to prove it. No, this was something else. "Hello?" I called out, half expecting something (or someome) to come popping at my side. Nothing. I turned back to the computer, typing away at one of the huge thesis I had to complete for a lame English class.
"Lot 49 . . . Lot 49 relates to mystery in the way that . . ." I thought aloud, trying to pull my thoughts from the metal pit that had been created through lack of sleep and too much coffee.
"In a way that I relate to Pig. Brilliance vs. laziness." A man's voice suddenly siad in my ear. I jumped. "AAH!!" and turned to find
Bubbles, a PBS fan-ficAngry Bob was angry. He was so angry that he went out to go and
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That was as far as Rat got. He slapped his forehead again, took a drag of his cigarette, another swig of his beer, and tried again.
Angry Bob was lonely. So lonely, in fact, that he went out and said angry things to everyone that
Rat stopped himself, repeated his drug intake, and tried for the third time to focus on his book series.
Rat groaned and slammed his face onto the keyboard, causing the sentence to read
"C'mon Rat, focus!" he muttered.
"Watcha doin', Rat?" Rat turned angrily toward his housemate. "Go AWAY!" Pig glanced at the screen. "You're not getting very far." He pointed out. Rat muttered obscenities under his breath before adding angrily, "Go away, Pig. I'm working." Pig shrugged and walked off.
Rat looked at the screen blankly for a few more minutes, then shut
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