By Atticus, Year 3
One day, Atti, Fishlegs and Leela were thinking about forgiving Dark Atti for killing Idgie.
“Is that jerk Tom responsible?” asked Atti.
“Beats me. Who wants nachos?” asked Fishlegs. Everyone looked at him. “Maybe sushi?”
Leela slapped him. “Cake, then,” said Fishlegs, as he fell over.
“Don’t make me do this the hard way!” said a voice coming from the living room.
“Fimly, what are you doing?” said Atti.
A little plushy cat came in and said, “What do you want, birdbrain?”
“What were you doing?” said Atti.
“Oh, uh, nothing” said the plushy cat. Fimly had a pink nose, blue eyes, grey fur (like Leela), short ears, white whiskers and was very fluffy.
“I think that you were doing something suspicious,” said Atti curiously.
“Oh, um, I was just…trying to open the lab with the computer. Yeah, that’s what I was doing,” said Fimly nervously.
“Do you want nachos, Fimly?” asked Fishlegs as he woke up.
“Oh, please,” said Fimly, “who would want nachos from a fat cat like you?”
“Justin Bieber,” said Fishlegs.
“Justin Bieber is an enemy of songs to me,” said Fimly.
“But Justin Bieber is the best singer ever,” said Fishlegs.
Suddenly, there was a crash coming from the kitchen which interrupted Fimly saying, “What in the world? You cats are really addicted to Justin Bieber”.
“What was that?” asked Leela.
“Maybe fries?” said Fishlegs.
They walked into the kitchen and were surprised to see two red, glowing eyes in the darkness of the hallway. “Brother…” said a voice.
“Oh, not this again!” said Atti.
Please don’t be my brother, please don’t be my brother, please don’t be my brother, thought Atti. But unfortunately, it was. The red eyes seemed to be getting closer, but it seemed like they never left the hallway.
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