Pete
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?Taking a break from the MTV Generation, eh? I can't say I blame you.?
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Post by Pete on Sept 13, 2009 20:42:16 GMT -8
No one could have asked for a better day in the Toontown region. The skies were blue, with the occasional fluffy cloud. The sun was warm. The air was fresh. It was the perfect day to be outside, for one to immerse him or herself in the great outdoors. Unfortunately for nature, there was a particularly brutish man who couldn't care less about the environment. His name was Pete.
Case in point: instead of driving an extra ten miles to reach the official dump, he instead chose a ditch that lied just before a forest. The area was unattended, which Pete thought was highly fortunate. He parked his vehicle (a large and loud truck that perfectly reflected his personality) just before the ditch. The back was loaded with numerous trash bags, all of them overstuffed with the potential to come undone.
Pete jumped out from the automobile and banged a gloved hand on the side of it, to get his son's attention. "PJ!" he exclaimed. "Trash duty! Ha."
He smiled as he grabbed several bags, to carry them with his large arms. This would probably be the only load he would carry; he could easily have PJ take care of the rest.
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Post by pj on Sept 13, 2009 20:53:50 GMT -8
PJ had been leaning against the window, watching the city turn into fields then forest. He blinked when the truck came to a stop but he didn't ask what they were doing because his father had stepped out before he could. Wincing at the bump he quickly opened the door and peered at the ditch.
"Uh...pop...I don't think we're supposed to be dumping here." But even as he said that, he still reached into the truck bed and pulled out several of the bags. Over balancing a bit he regained his balance and started after Pete.
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Pete
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Post by Pete on Sept 14, 2009 0:07:38 GMT -8
"Why not?" Pete asked with feigned innocence, as stepped in front of the ditch while carrying the bags. "If we dump 'em here, it's a dump! Ain't dat right?"
After stating his 'logic,' he simply dropped all of the bags he carried and enjoyed hearing the distinctive sound of rubbish slamming against the earth, with some broken bottles to boot. He exaggeratedly scraped his gloved hands together, as if to dust himself off. "Welp, dat ought'a do it!" He continued to stand, but shifted his weight to watch and make sure PJ was following orders. A son must always do what his father says, after all! He watched his son with a smug grin.
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Post by pj on Sept 14, 2009 5:55:03 GMT -8
PJ could only blink at the logic, it almost sounded like something Max would have said.
"If you say so, uh sir."
With a small grunt of effort he hefted his load of bags over the ridge. He watched with a frown as the bags tumbled down the ditch, rolling to a stop over some trash another 'logical' person had dumped before.
PJ turned to get the rest from the truck, unaware that some of his bags had dislodged a few of the rusting piles.
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Pete
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?Taking a break from the MTV Generation, eh? I can't say I blame you.?
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Post by Pete on Sept 15, 2009 2:10:24 GMT -8
An amused Pete watched his son follow his daddy's footsteps. However, Pete's feline ears twitched when he heard an unexpected noise. He looked down at the bags, and decided to investigate. "This better be impor'nt," he muttered under his breath. He was about to hop down into the ditch, when he remembered a loving, devoted son he could exploit. He smiled mischievously and chuckled lowly before turning to his active offspring.
"Hey, PJ?" he asked his son with forced sweetness. He also smiled, trying to look innocent.
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Post by pj on Sept 18, 2009 21:48:09 GMT -8
PJ had picked up the last of the bags when his father called. He turned around carefully, wobbling a bit before regaining his balance. The teen peered around the bags as best he could.
"Uh, yeah sir?"
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Pete
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Post by Pete on Sept 22, 2009 16:45:01 GMT -8
"Drop those bags and come here," he ordered. He then pointed to the ditch. "I heard someth'n' down there. Go and look, wouldja, PJ? It sounded impor'nt." Pete smiled, revealing his large, white teeth. It would have changed on a dime if his son were to protest.
Pete was greatly interested in finding out the source of the noise when the last trash bag hit; he found a reasonably satisfactory appliance for free in a trash pile once, so who knows? Maybe he could be lucky again.
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