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Post by Hedge on Mar 13, 2003 21:57:09 GMT -5
*Raises an eyebrow at Charlie* "Me? Kidding? HA!"
*Glances at the forlorn look on Itchy's face and sighs...*
"Alright, yes, I'm just kidding... besides why would you need an ID when it's just draft root beer?"
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Post by Itchy on Mar 13, 2003 22:32:42 GMT -5
Gee, thanks Hedge! oh boy root beer! this is great Charlie! ya want me to get the tab again boss?
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Post by Killer on Mar 13, 2003 22:35:13 GMT -5
Killer clasps Hedge's paw in a silent, but very enthusiastic "thank you" as he slinks off the scene into the kitchen to clean dishes. He'd much rather do that than get into another scrap with Charlie.
"Sorry 'bout that whole thing, Itchy," he says quickly over his shoulder on the way out, "But I must admit, it will be a story I'll tell my grandpuppies--the story of how Shorty glued a hood ornament that looks more like a hub cap to his rear end. It's a classic!"
Having said enough already, he quickly disappears into the next room before anyone can get on his case again for being smart.
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Post by Itchy on Mar 13, 2003 23:42:39 GMT -5
ohhhhh! that four eyed mutt! why i autta! well, i'll let it slip this time, but next time, grrrrrrrrrrrrrr rufff!
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Post by Killer on Mar 14, 2003 2:31:45 GMT -5
Hearing Itchy's mutter, Killer really can't help himself. He back-pedals and pokes his head around the corner with a mischievous grin.
"Hedge and Itchy sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," he sings in a teasing whisper. Is he pushing his luck a little too much?
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Post by Itchy on Mar 14, 2003 3:32:53 GMT -5
Itchy smiles and turns red hehehehehe!
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Post by Hedge on Mar 14, 2003 15:04:23 GMT -5
"Hey Itchy... don't worry about the tab... this is on the house..." *Hedge scowls as she hears Killer's childish remark* "Killer... you're really pushin' it now... Maybe I should tell the boss to freshen up the pirhanha pit... the little buggers haven't been fed a really good meal in a while... do you want that I should say something to him, PEAR? " *Snaps a towel in the direction of Killer's pear shaped butt*
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Post by Itchy on Mar 14, 2003 15:17:09 GMT -5
oh, gee Hedge, dat's very nice of ya! Thanks! Hey Charlie! Yo! Charlie, psst can you give me a lift on to the roof? i don't think my short legs will be able to clime up that high. Charlie? Charlie you coming?!!? Hedge said that are drinks are on the house! oh boy!
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Post by Hedge on Mar 14, 2003 15:28:01 GMT -5
LAOH!!!!!!! OOC:Ooooooooooh Itchy... I don't know which one is funnier... you or Killer... I can't stop laughing!!!
BIC: In or out of character, I'm still laughin'...
"Um, Itchy... I don't literally mean that the drinks are on the house... I mean that they are free... paid in full... my goodness... it's a good thing you have Charlie around..."
*Snaps the towel at Killer's butt again...*
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Post by Itchy on Mar 14, 2003 16:27:33 GMT -5
Gee Hedge, thanks for clearing that up boy would i have felt dumb climing up on the room looking for...funny? you, you think i'm funny? Gee,I,I don't remember telling any jokes but...psst ya hear that Charlie! She thinks i'm funny! Itchy take a big sip of root beer smiling at hedge with root beer foum aound his lips
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Post by Charlie B. Barkin on Mar 14, 2003 23:29:35 GMT -5
"Oh brother..." Charlie groans, dragging a forepaw down his face, exasperated. He slugs down the root beer and burps loudly, "Well, that sure hit the spot. Thanks, Hedge." He glances at Itchy again and snickers slightly as his pal makes goo-goo eyes at the great dane.
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Post by Hedge on Mar 15, 2003 0:02:48 GMT -5
*Winks at Itchy...* "Anytime, kiddo"
*Turns to Charlie* "Hang onto him Charlie... he's a rare one... now, if you'll excuse me for a bit, I've got to go find a certain dishwashing dawg..."
*Hedge salutes the two rootbeer burping sluggers and then disappears into the kitchen to find Killer.*
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Post by Killer on Mar 15, 2003 2:12:45 GMT -5
Killer had lost no time in making himself scarce when Hedge mentioned those vicious, blood-thirsty piranhas. He has retreated to his own little world amid the clutter of the kitchen, lost in thought as he busily scrubs grimy dishes. He snaps to attention with a nervous yelp as Hedge walks in.
"Aah! Hedge!" he swallows hard, having taken Hedge's previous threat very seriously, "Oh-ho, please don't tell the boss to make fish food outta me! I may be old, but I'm too young to die and if that's not a good excuse, maybe I'm too fat to die! Please don't tell the boss! Please, please, please don't!"
At this point, Killer has dropped to quite a submissive position at Hedge's feet, clinging to one of her forepaws as he pleads his case, on the verge of tears, begging for mercy.
"I'm sorry about the Itchy loves Hedge joke-song-thing," he whimpers, "Please don't see it as a crime worthy of such a painful...ugh...terrifying...err...gruesome...death."
Killer looks like he's about to faint out of total fear just thinking about having a close encounter with the sharp-toothed little scaly monsters.
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Post by Itchy on Mar 15, 2003 4:20:20 GMT -5
Itchy watches Hedge stroll away in to the back with that same lovey dovey face Gee, Charlie, ya think she likes me? i don't know...i'm not good with this stuff Charlie, what can ya teach me about women?
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Post by Hedge on Mar 15, 2003 8:16:45 GMT -5
*Hedge stares at Killer in disbelief, not realizing how much he really fears Carface... whatever lies in this old dog's past sure does haunt him*
"Aw, Killer, get up... I'm not going to tell Carface anything... Do I actually look like the type of dog that would enjoy ratting on a friend? You should know me well enough by now... I'm your friend... a true friend... someday, I hope you'll realize that and trust the right dogs."
*Thinks to herself, hmmmmm, this old dog would be a perfect candidate for Hedge's boot camp!!!*
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