All at Sea
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tikificTitle: All at Sea (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The boys reenact a famous historicockle event.
Warnings: The usual nonsense.
Notes: I just realized I hadn't done anything in honor of an important anniversary.
“Pffft.”
“Why you ams pfft's, Skwisgaar?” inquired Toki, who did not look up from what he was doing.
“What you ams doing now, Toki?” grumbled Skwisgaar, fingers flickering lightning fast over his beloved sitar, the drone echoing through Mordhaus' large living room.
“I ams Boom-sitsing!” announced Toki.
“Uh-huh!” agreed the boy from somewhere in back of something that looked very much like an ocean liner.
“Ja, I can sees dat. Why you ams not doing da normal stuff, tells da tales of da trolls what snatches da bads chldrens, and den sends to beds wit'out da suppers!”
Skwisgaar could hear Elias giggling. “We ams has da nice suppers!” declared Toki. “We ams eats da pies and ice creamses, 'cause da angelses ams eats deir desserts foist!”
“Ams dats what Charles ams tells you?” scolded Skwisgaar, who didn't know a whole lot about angels, but had observed they could be terrible pigs where pie was concerned.
“And now ams da bathtimes!”
“Den why ams you nots takes da kids in da bathrooms?” asked Skwisgaar.
“Well,” explained Toki, “Dat ams da long stories. We ams makes da bath toys out of da LEGO blockses.”
“Da gwey bwock?” inquired Elias, waving a little hand over the ship.
“Here you ams go!” said Toki, handing over a grey block.
“A bath toy?” sputtered Skwisgaar. “Dat ams not da toys! Dat ams da size of da bathstubbles!”
“Ja, we ams runs outta room, so we ams moves here. Dis ams da scales models of da Titanicockles!” he bragged, spreading his arms like a spokesmodel.
“WHATS!”
“Dadannit!” echoed Elias, from somewhere behind the port bow.
“Dat ams da stupid of stupidities, Toki! Everyone ams knows, da Titanicockles ams sinks.”
“Yeah, it wasch really aweschome!” agreed Murderface, who entered, tangled in what looked very much like Christmas tree lights: that is, if Mordhaus had ever celebrated such a lame and un-metal holiday. “It exschploded, and it killed that douschebag, Leo DeCaprio.”
“Thanks, Moiderface!” said Toki, who began unstringing the bassist.
“But why you ams moves here, in my livings rooms?” Skwisgaar repeated. He had ceased playing in his annoyance and instead sat cross-legged on the floor, gripping his sitar as if it were his band mate's neck.
“We ams uses da hot tubs!” announced Toki.
“Toki, dat ams stupids beyond da stupidities!” huffed Skwisgaar.
“Why ams it stupid, Skwisgaar?” asked Toki.
“WHAT'S STUPID?” demanded Nathan Explosion, who had just showed up with Pickles and a bag of chips.
“Could you ams get out da tubs?” asked Toki, who had only succeeded in entangling himself in the Christmas lights along with Murderface.
“Hey, sure dude," said Nathan.
“What ams you guys doings here?” asked Skwisgaar.
“Dood, we're her fer da show,” said Pickles, who had pushed the button to retract the floor covering the hot tub. “It'll take a sec t' heat up,” he told Toki, who was being efficiently untangled by Elias. The boy then expertly wrapped the lights around the completed ship.
“Dat's what ams stupids!” explained Skwisgaar. “Everybodies ams knows, da Titanicockles was sunked by striking de ice boigs!”
“Ja, but dis ams da dramaticocklizations!” said Toki. “Ams we readies?” he asked Elias.
“Uh-HUH!” agreed the boy.
“You gets readies and we launches it!” Toki told him. With the assistance of Murderface, Nathan and Pickles, Toki lugged the now rather huge ship over to the hot tub, where the band mates carefully lowered it into the jets of hot water.
“How you ams gets da ice boig in dere?” asked Skwisgaar, who was no standing at the edge of the tub and sneering at the activity below.
“Ams you readies, Boom?” asked Toki.
The boy, who had shed his bathrobe and now wore only swim trunks, converted to his winged Form and slipped into the tub.
“OK, here we ams goes!” yelled Toki. As the others all retreated far back from the tub, and Skwisgaar continuing to stand right on the edge, Toki leaned over and gave the Titanicockle a push. “Ams launched!” he announced, suddenly jumping up and scurrying back a safe distance as well.
“Where ams da glaciers?” insisted Skwisgaar.
“And den she hits … da tsunami waves!” yelled Toki. At his command, Elias extended his silvery-tipped wings to their full extent and, using his strong pectoral flight muscles, suddenly flapped them with all his might. The kid had deadly aim, and, as a gigantic wave crashed through the tub, the LEGO ocean liner suddenly capsized, broke apart, and sank like a stone.
There were claps and cheers.
Skwisgaar scowled. He was now absolutely dripping wet as the result of Elias' tsunami. “Pffffffft.”
“Oh, you here for bathtime?” asked Charles, who had just entered the room holding a samurai sword.
“What ams you doing here?” sputtered Skwisgaar, ineffectually trying to shake off some of the hot tub spray. "I t'ought Toki ams sitsing da kid."
“Oh, my Ninja Accounting Practices 101 seminar got over early, so I thought I could catch the sinking,” explained Charles. “Did you have a good bath?” he asked Elias.
“Uh-HUH!” said the boy, who was already scrambling out of the water.
“Well, isn't that nice?” asked Charles. “Thanks for watching him, Toki! Did you say thank you, Boon?”
“Tankoo, Unky Tok!” said the boy, glomping Toki.
“Next time, we ams does da Hindenboig!” promised Toki.
“Yay!” said Elias, now skipping off after Charles. The band mates too, the excitement being over, all began to wander off.
“Nexscht time, schtand clear of the Titanicockle,” grinned Murderface as he too left.
Skwisgaar frowned. He reached into his long blond hair, and pulled out something.
A grey block.
“LEGO. Ams pfft,” declared the guitarist, flipping the block into the hot tub and stalking off.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The boys reenact a famous historicockle event.
Warnings: The usual nonsense.
Notes: I just realized I hadn't done anything in honor of an important anniversary.
“Pffft.”
“Why you ams pfft's, Skwisgaar?” inquired Toki, who did not look up from what he was doing.
“What you ams doing now, Toki?” grumbled Skwisgaar, fingers flickering lightning fast over his beloved sitar, the drone echoing through Mordhaus' large living room.
“I ams Boom-sitsing!” announced Toki.
“Uh-huh!” agreed the boy from somewhere in back of something that looked very much like an ocean liner.
“Ja, I can sees dat. Why you ams not doing da normal stuff, tells da tales of da trolls what snatches da bads chldrens, and den sends to beds wit'out da suppers!”
Skwisgaar could hear Elias giggling. “We ams has da nice suppers!” declared Toki. “We ams eats da pies and ice creamses, 'cause da angelses ams eats deir desserts foist!”
“Ams dats what Charles ams tells you?” scolded Skwisgaar, who didn't know a whole lot about angels, but had observed they could be terrible pigs where pie was concerned.
“And now ams da bathtimes!”
“Den why ams you nots takes da kids in da bathrooms?” asked Skwisgaar.
“Well,” explained Toki, “Dat ams da long stories. We ams makes da bath toys out of da LEGO blockses.”
“Da gwey bwock?” inquired Elias, waving a little hand over the ship.
“Here you ams go!” said Toki, handing over a grey block.
“A bath toy?” sputtered Skwisgaar. “Dat ams not da toys! Dat ams da size of da bathstubbles!”
“Ja, we ams runs outta room, so we ams moves here. Dis ams da scales models of da Titanicockles!” he bragged, spreading his arms like a spokesmodel.
“WHATS!”
“Dadannit!” echoed Elias, from somewhere behind the port bow.
“Dat ams da stupid of stupidities, Toki! Everyone ams knows, da Titanicockles ams sinks.”
“Yeah, it wasch really aweschome!” agreed Murderface, who entered, tangled in what looked very much like Christmas tree lights: that is, if Mordhaus had ever celebrated such a lame and un-metal holiday. “It exschploded, and it killed that douschebag, Leo DeCaprio.”
“Thanks, Moiderface!” said Toki, who began unstringing the bassist.
“But why you ams moves here, in my livings rooms?” Skwisgaar repeated. He had ceased playing in his annoyance and instead sat cross-legged on the floor, gripping his sitar as if it were his band mate's neck.
“We ams uses da hot tubs!” announced Toki.
“Toki, dat ams stupids beyond da stupidities!” huffed Skwisgaar.
“Why ams it stupid, Skwisgaar?” asked Toki.
“WHAT'S STUPID?” demanded Nathan Explosion, who had just showed up with Pickles and a bag of chips.
“Could you ams get out da tubs?” asked Toki, who had only succeeded in entangling himself in the Christmas lights along with Murderface.
“Hey, sure dude," said Nathan.
“What ams you guys doings here?” asked Skwisgaar.
“Dood, we're her fer da show,” said Pickles, who had pushed the button to retract the floor covering the hot tub. “It'll take a sec t' heat up,” he told Toki, who was being efficiently untangled by Elias. The boy then expertly wrapped the lights around the completed ship.
“Dat's what ams stupids!” explained Skwisgaar. “Everybodies ams knows, da Titanicockles was sunked by striking de ice boigs!”
“Ja, but dis ams da dramaticocklizations!” said Toki. “Ams we readies?” he asked Elias.
“Uh-HUH!” agreed the boy.
“You gets readies and we launches it!” Toki told him. With the assistance of Murderface, Nathan and Pickles, Toki lugged the now rather huge ship over to the hot tub, where the band mates carefully lowered it into the jets of hot water.
“How you ams gets da ice boig in dere?” asked Skwisgaar, who was no standing at the edge of the tub and sneering at the activity below.
“Ams you readies, Boom?” asked Toki.
The boy, who had shed his bathrobe and now wore only swim trunks, converted to his winged Form and slipped into the tub.
“OK, here we ams goes!” yelled Toki. As the others all retreated far back from the tub, and Skwisgaar continuing to stand right on the edge, Toki leaned over and gave the Titanicockle a push. “Ams launched!” he announced, suddenly jumping up and scurrying back a safe distance as well.
“Where ams da glaciers?” insisted Skwisgaar.
“And den she hits … da tsunami waves!” yelled Toki. At his command, Elias extended his silvery-tipped wings to their full extent and, using his strong pectoral flight muscles, suddenly flapped them with all his might. The kid had deadly aim, and, as a gigantic wave crashed through the tub, the LEGO ocean liner suddenly capsized, broke apart, and sank like a stone.
There were claps and cheers.
Skwisgaar scowled. He was now absolutely dripping wet as the result of Elias' tsunami. “Pffffffft.”
“Oh, you here for bathtime?” asked Charles, who had just entered the room holding a samurai sword.
“What ams you doing here?” sputtered Skwisgaar, ineffectually trying to shake off some of the hot tub spray. "I t'ought Toki ams sitsing da kid."
“Oh, my Ninja Accounting Practices 101 seminar got over early, so I thought I could catch the sinking,” explained Charles. “Did you have a good bath?” he asked Elias.
“Uh-HUH!” said the boy, who was already scrambling out of the water.
“Well, isn't that nice?” asked Charles. “Thanks for watching him, Toki! Did you say thank you, Boon?”
“Tankoo, Unky Tok!” said the boy, glomping Toki.
“Next time, we ams does da Hindenboig!” promised Toki.
“Yay!” said Elias, now skipping off after Charles. The band mates too, the excitement being over, all began to wander off.
“Nexscht time, schtand clear of the Titanicockle,” grinned Murderface as he too left.
Skwisgaar frowned. He reached into his long blond hair, and pulled out something.
A grey block.
“LEGO. Ams pfft,” declared the guitarist, flipping the block into the hot tub and stalking off.
