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A MINI-FIC by SCAN
CAT-USINTERRUPTUS!
Rob: Argh! Jella get off me!
Jella: You're smothering Mom.
Rob: Goddami- I am not! Jella, scram! Now!
Jella: Nope. (push-pulls Rob's butt)
Rob: Aggggghhh! Quit it! Get off me.
Jella: Get off her.
Rob: You get off me.
Jella: I'll get off you if you get off her.
Rob:(Sighs) Okay, you first.
Jella: No. You first.
Rob: Arrrrggghhh! Kris get him off, how can I - I mean, how am I supposed to -- he's messing with my mojo!!
Kris: (laughing, from under Rob) Jellz, precious? Flippy wants to go sleepy - go lay down.
Jella: You can't fool me Mom. Flippy's not sleepy, he's wide awake, and his butts moving.
Kris: I'll give you a treat if you go lay down.
Jella: I had a treat.
Kris: When did you have a treat?
Jella: I had some tic tacs - but they weren't that minty. Weird.
Kris: What??!! (Alarmed now)
Jella: (Scared cuz Mom is scared) Um, y-yeah, they were in a little pink plastic-y thing.
Kris: Dear God. Flip, get off me!
Rob: Why are you taking HIS side??!!
Kris: Babe, I'm not -- I think Jella ate my pills.
Rob: (Falls on floor laughing) J-Jella ate birth control pills??!!
Jella: (Screams in fear) Mom!! What are birth control pills?
Kris: They're so you don't have babies.
Jella: (Hollers, screams, terrified) Oh noooooooo, I can't have babies!! I always wanted baby cats....ooooh nooooooz. (Sobs, is inconsolable)
Rob: (Sighs) Jella, you are a male cat. You can't have babies anyway.
Jella: (Stops rolling to and fro in abject misery) Oh. Really? Phew. Hee. Okay. (Cheesey smile)
Kris: Well, um, hon...hee - looks like you won't be, uh, smothering me til we get this refilled.
Rob: Arrrrrrrgggghhh! NOOOOO!!! (Throws death glare at Jella, eyes hotel window...wonders if Jella would land on his feet from 14 stories).
Jella: (eyes bug) Geez Flip. What'd I do? Mommy, Flippy's being mean.
Kris: That's enough out of you little Mister. Go lay down. Quit yanking Flippy's chain.
Rob: Thanks to him I'll be yanking my own chai--
Kris: (admonishing) Rob!!
Rob: (Lays back down, grabs Kris in a bear hug, groans in frustrationand whispers...) If there is a God, the hormones will make Jellz sprout cat boobies by morning.
(Pause, beat. Robsten erupts in peals of laughter)
Jella: What's so funny?
Robsten in sing-songy unison: Nothinnnng.
CAT-USINTERRUPTUS!
Rob: Argh! Jella get off me!
Jella: You're smothering Mom.
Rob: Goddami- I am not! Jella, scram! Now!
Jella: Nope. (push-pulls Rob's butt)
Rob: Aggggghhh! Quit it! Get off me.
Jella: Get off her.
Rob: You get off me.
Jella: I'll get off you if you get off her.
Rob:(Sighs) Okay, you first.
Jella: No. You first.
Rob: Arrrrggghhh! Kris get him off, how can I - I mean, how am I supposed to -- he's messing with my mojo!!
Kris: (laughing, from under Rob) Jellz, precious? Flippy wants to go sleepy - go lay down.
Jella: You can't fool me Mom. Flippy's not sleepy, he's wide awake, and his butts moving.
Kris: I'll give you a treat if you go lay down.
Jella: I had a treat.
Kris: When did you have a treat?
Jella: I had some tic tacs - but they weren't that minty. Weird.
Kris: What??!! (Alarmed now)
Jella: (Scared cuz Mom is scared) Um, y-yeah, they were in a little pink plastic-y thing.
Kris: Dear God. Flip, get off me!
Rob: Why are you taking HIS side??!!
Kris: Babe, I'm not -- I think Jella ate my pills.
Rob: (Falls on floor laughing) J-Jella ate birth control pills??!!
Jella: (Screams in fear) Mom!! What are birth control pills?
Kris: They're so you don't have babies.
Jella: (Hollers, screams, terrified) Oh noooooooo, I can't have babies!! I always wanted baby cats....ooooh nooooooz. (Sobs, is inconsolable)
Rob: (Sighs) Jella, you are a male cat. You can't have babies anyway.
Jella: (Stops rolling to and fro in abject misery) Oh. Really? Phew. Hee. Okay. (Cheesey smile)
Kris: Well, um, hon...hee - looks like you won't be, uh, smothering me til we get this refilled.
Rob: Arrrrrrrgggghhh! NOOOOO!!! (Throws death glare at Jella, eyes hotel window...wonders if Jella would land on his feet from 14 stories).
Jella: (eyes bug) Geez Flip. What'd I do? Mommy, Flippy's being mean.
Kris: That's enough out of you little Mister. Go lay down. Quit yanking Flippy's chain.
Rob: Thanks to him I'll be yanking my own chai--
Kris: (admonishing) Rob!!
Rob: (Lays back down, grabs Kris in a bear hug, groans in frustrationand whispers...) If there is a God, the hormones will make Jellz sprout cat boobies by morning.
(Pause, beat. Robsten erupts in peals of laughter)
Jella: What's so funny?
Robsten in sing-songy unison: Nothinnnng.