Thursday, July 4, 2013

{High Jinks of the Breed Kind} The Cups

Brock Breed posted to Gideon Breed  July 4, 2013  *As Kade and I approach Gideon's lab, he smarts off about the cups.* Yeah, man, we need lots! You'll see... *Reaching Gid's lab and finding it empty as expected, I empty my pockets of the silly string.* Now, we just set 'em up and fill 'em up! *trying hard not to laugh at the mental picture*

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Kade Breed *grinning like an idiot, he goes about setting cups in a row across the hallway as Brock follows along behind him filling them with water*

Brock Breed *as we both are grinning like Cheshire cats, I follow behind Kade, filling the cups with water, and alternating drops of red and blue food coloring in the water.* There - that ought to be patriotic enough since it's the 4th of July!

Kade Breed *Turning to check their work, he fist bumps Brock as they trip the security alarm for the compound. Quickly getting into place behind the door with silly string in hand, they watch* Wait for it.... wait for it....




Gideon Breed *The urgent buzzing in my pocket has me scrambling to my feet, with an apologetic smile to Savannah I leave her on the sofa in a most indecent state and haul my ass to the tech lab. The alerts coming across my phone is that the grounds have been breached. Tearing through the halls at breed speed, my feet hit a piece of fluff in the hall, a thousand more pieces start to fly all around me, sending up streams of blue and red, I find myself soaked and the floor slick. Slipping around, my arms windmilling for a moment at the unexpected slide my chucks take across the floor, my feet slide out from under me and my ass hits the floor, I'm instantly back on my feet, surfing through the muck. Just as I'm about to hit the lab door, I'm inundated with a sticky layer of gunk from head to toe* BLOODY HELL!

Brock Breed *as we hear Gideon tearing down the hall, I stifle my laughter as I get a mental picture of the Chariots of Fire theme, then he lands on his ass and scrambles up again, we blast him with the silly string, emptying the canisters over him*

Gideon Breed What The Fuck!! *Barely able to see, I hear Kade and Brock loosing it on either side of me. Trying to swat away the twenty pounds of silly string covering me, I start laughing and cursing the young breed at the same time* You fuckers better run and hide in a deep dark hole somewhere with no electrical impulses within fifty miles of you sorry asses, cause I will find you, and payback is going to be a bitch!

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