Hello hello! /drops two treats into your bag (don't tell anyone)
It Ends Today :: Bunnicula crew! :: 200 words
"Whatcha doin', Pop?"
One of Chester's ears gives a flick, the tip of his tail crawling back and forth across the rug.
"Quiet, please," Chester mutters, his eyes wide and focused.
Howie picks up on his energy, ears and tail alert as he swings his head toward the front door.
"What is it? Who's there? Come back with a warrant!"
"Shhh!" Chester hisses.
"Oh, come on, Chester," Harold says, padding into the livingroom, nose drawing him toward the large bowl on the table. It smells of chocolate. "This happened last year. And the year before that."
"Exactly," Chester whispers. "They aren't giving up. This family is doomed to be hunted, no, stalked, year after year."
Howie's eyes grow larger and rounder as he listens, rapt.
"Someone must do something about it," Chester finishes.
"Uh huh," Harold scoffs, scratching behind one of his ears. "And that someone is you, I'm guessing."
"That's right," Chester says haughtily, side eyeing Bunnicula's cage, where the tiny creature has begun to wake. "Once and for all."
If Chester emits a comically loud yowl and shoots under the sofa at light speed when the door bell rings, well.
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Date: 2024-11-01 00:19 (UTC)(don't tell anyone)
It Ends Today :: Bunnicula crew! :: 200 words
"Whatcha doin', Pop?"
One of Chester's ears gives a flick, the tip of his tail crawling back and forth across the rug.
"Quiet, please," Chester mutters, his eyes wide and focused.
Howie picks up on his energy, ears and tail alert as he swings his head toward the front door.
"What is it? Who's there? Come back with a warrant!"
"Shhh!" Chester hisses.
"Oh, come on, Chester," Harold says, padding into the livingroom, nose drawing him toward the large bowl on the table. It smells of chocolate. "This happened last year. And the year before that."
"Exactly," Chester whispers. "They aren't giving up. This family is doomed to be hunted, no, stalked, year after year."
Howie's eyes grow larger and rounder as he listens, rapt.
"Someone must do something about it," Chester finishes.
"Uh huh," Harold scoffs, scratching behind one of his ears. "And that someone is you, I'm guessing."
"That's right," Chester says haughtily, side eyeing Bunnicula's cage, where the tiny creature has begun to wake. "Once and for all."
If Chester emits a comically loud yowl and shoots under the sofa at light speed when the door bell rings, well.
Who can blame him, really?