Route 666 (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Route 666 (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Road tripping
Warnings: Just the usual nonsense
Notes: I dunno why this jumped into my head, but it did.
“Pickles!”
“But doooooood!”
“No open containers! It's the law!”
“But Gannish dood will jest tawk too da cawp, like he yoosually does!”
Pickles and Charles stood by the Prius, two passenger side doors open, while Ganesh leaned over the driver side, and Elias and Murgatroyd the wolf waited patiently inside, watching the debate like one would follow a tennis match.
“Elias is with us. I want him to learn to respect the law!” said Charles, sweeping a hand at his son.
“Yoo respect da law, don't yoo, Boon?” asked Pickles, leaning over to consult the young boy perched in his car seat.
“Uh-HUH!” Elias assured them. “Boonie spec da LAW!”
“Pickles,” said Charles, intensifying the stare.
Pickles shrugged. He took a last drag of the beer, and then chucked it at a trash can. “Okee, dood, yoo win,” he laughed, climbing in beside Elias.
Charles paused to give Ganesh a sour glance, and then they too climbed into the front seats.
“So, wut do yoo guys do awn a road trip if yer not smashed?” Pickles inquired once they were underway.
“You didn't have to come along,” grumbled Charles.
“Oh, Unky Biku! Da states ud de unnun!” urged Elias.
“He spots license plates from various states!” said Ganesh proudly, steering onto the freeway. “It is a way to learn the geography of the United States.”
“Sounds borin',” opined Pickles.
“Oooo! Smash chutes!” said Elias, gesticulating excitedly.
“Yes, that is Massachusetts,” agreed Ganesh, as Elias recorded the find on his electronic pad.
“Wut? Well, dat's a lawng way to drive,” said Pickles. “Hey, wait! Dat's Wisconsin! Dat's where I'm from!”
“Uh-huh. Consin,” agreed Elias, fingers flying on his electronic pad. “Oh! Brish Cumbia!” he pointed out.
“Wut? CANADA? Canada ain't a state,” said Pickles.
“We count it,” Ganesh told him.
“Dat's cheatin'!”
“Well,” said Charles a bit testily, “it's our car, so you play by our rules.”
“Aw, yoo alreddy made me dump mah beer!” complained Pickles.
“Canadian states counts. As do federal districts of Mexico!' said Ganesh.
“Lawyerz!” grumbled Pickles. “Hey, Boon dood, I gawt a bedder game!”
“Udder game?” asked Elias.
“PUNCH BUGGY BLOO!” Pickles shouted, poking Elias in the upper arm with his knuckles.
“Punch bug?” asked the astonished child.
“Oh, don't play that!” sighed Charles.
“What is this game? I do not know of it!” said Ganesh.
“It's stupid!” said Charles. “You see a Volkswagen and hit somebody.”
“It's a classic! Why haven't yoo tawt Boon?” asked Pickles.
“We're not going to teach him that!” said Charles.
“Oh!” said Ganehs. “Punch buggy yellow!” And so saying, he extended an extra arm and cracked Charles right in the ribs.
“OW!”
“Punts bug gween!” yelled Elias, giving Pickles a poke.
“Hey, Boon is hittin' me!” laughed Pickles, who poked him back.
“Hiteen me!” giggled Elias.
“Hittin' me!”
“Hiteen me!”
“You two, you want us to STOP THIS CAR?” asked Charles.
“Hey, yeh, dood, is dere a Dimmu Burger near here?” asked Pickles.
“DIMMU BURG!” giggled Elias. Murgatroyd, somewhere down on the floor, added a yip.
“Are you hungry?” Ganesh asked Charles.
“Well, yeah, I could go for an apple pie I guess.”
“YAY!” said Elias.
“YAY!” said Pickles.
“Drive through or....?” asked Ganesh.
“I think we stop,” said Charles.
As it was a nice sunny day, they found a table outside, where Murgatroyd could sit underneath and make sure spilled french fries did not go to waste.
Ganesh emerged from the restaurant with a large plastic tray covered with paper wrapped delicacies. “Let's see, Existential Despair Burger....” he read.
“That's mine!” said Charles.
“Fishwich of Pointless Existence!”
“Yeh!” said Pickles. “An' a gaht a shake.”
“There you go.”
“SAKE!” shouted Elias, who started slurping as soon as the frosty drink was set before him.
“Wait, Boon dood!” said Pickles.
“Wait?” slurped Elias, not taking his attentions from the straw.
“Whoo tawt yoo t' eat a shake? Dat ain't da way?”
“Nooo?” said the boy, now wide-eyed.
“How do you drink a shake?” asked Charles, his mouth full of burger and pie and fries.
“Like dis!” demonstrated Pickles. He popped the plastic lid off he drink, then, putting a finger over the straw, extracted it from the drink like an eyedropper, and began to slurp from the bottom of the straw.
“Ooooo!” said Elias, who attempted to replicate this feat.
“Oh, Pickles don't show him that!” Charles complained. “We've just got him where we get most of the food into the kid.”
Regardless, Pickles and Elias were now both completely absorbed with drinking their shakes from the bottom up.
“It will all wash off,” laughed Ganesh.
“Yeah, I guess. Come on Boon!” said Charles, extending a hand.
“Naw, I'll take him!” volunteered Pickles, jumping up from the table. “I know how t' take a shower in a Dimmu Burger bat'room. I used t' tour, remember?” he grinned. Elias extended a sticky hand and followed the drummer into the restaurant.
“I told you we shouldn't have gotten a car with an extra seat,” grumbled Charles, helping himself to some of Elias' fries.
“They do not manufacture many three-seated cars,” said Ganesh.
“Corrupting our child.”
“This will be fine. It's therapeutic!” Ganesh assured him.
“Boon will learn to drink beer and how not to drink milkshakes.” He cast his eyes over at Ganesh, who was attempting to drink his iced tea from the bottom of the straw.
“I shall remember to order a milkshake, next time!” Ganesh laughed. “Also,” he said, more seriously, “it is important that Elias learn to see things as a human child. And you know neither of us has much experience in that particular realm. It did not know this clever method of consuming beverages, nor of the Punch Buggy game.”
“I knew Punch Buggy,” offered Charles, dipping fries in secret sauce.
“Yes? May I guess? Lady Raziel?”
“Raziel,” said Charles, a funny half smile suddenly creeping on to his face.
“Okee, doods all bedder!” announced Pickles, who arrived carrying Elias on his shoulders. Both of them were a bit dripping wet, so Ganesh offered a stack of paper napkins. After a while, the party was assembled back in the Prius, and they wove their way back to the freeway.
“Ah, it appears we are not far from the park now,” said Ganesh.
“Are yoo reddy t' see da swahns?” Pickles asked Elias.
“Swan?” asked Elias.
“They're like big white ducks,” said Charles.
“Dey gaht a black one too!” said Pickles. “An' dey trumput! HAAWNK!” he sounded.
“HONNNN!” said Elias.
“We call them Hamsa,” said Ganesh.
“Hams!” said Elias.
“Your Sarasvati Auntie rides a swan,” said Ganesh.
“Ooo,” said Elias.
“Wait, really dood?” asked Pickles.
“They are sacred animals, and thus may fly back and forth to the Heavens,” Ganesh explained.
“Do you s'pose dese swahn doods know Saruhsvaddi?” asked Pickles.
“Perhaps!”
“I wonder if they could get ahold of her pie?” said Charles, patting his stomach.
“Oh, you can't possibly be hungry again already!” scolded Ganesh.
“Dat dood's always hungry!” laughed Pickles.
“Hiteen me!” laughed Elias, poking Pickles.
Pickles laughed and poked back. “Yoo know Boon dood, I had an older brudder.”
Charles, who had begun to say something, suddenly went silent.
Elias said a word, not in English.
“Wut did he say?” Pickles asked Charles and Ganesh.
“It is the Angelic word for ' big brother,' if I am not mistaken?” said Ganesh.
“Yeah,” said Charles. “We're not sure where he picked it up, but he uses it.”
Elias was still looking curiously at Pickles. “Wul,” Pickles told him, “we din't git alawng so well.”
“Oh, here we are!” announced Ganesh as they pulled off the freeway and into the park entrance.
“Yoo reddy t' see swahns?” asked Pickles.
“Uh-HUH!”
As Ganesh stopped the car, Pickles extracted Elias from his car seat while Charles leased up Murgatroyd and Ganesh carefully put away any extra arms and smoothed his shirt and made sure his hair looked fierce.
“Come awn!” urged Pickles, as he and Elias made a run for the lake. They both took off running over the wet grass and, as Charles and Ganesh watched, both slipped and took comical pratfalls. Laughing, Pickles helped Elias up and they both took off again.
“Therapeutic, huh? For who?” Charles asked Ganesh. Ganesh only had two arms out, but Charles found one of them had sneaked out and wrapped around his shoulders.
Murgartroyd began pulling on the leash and barking impatiently.
“All right. All right,” said Charles. “Come on,” he told Ganesh. “Before they see all the swans.”
Ganesh grinned, donning his sunglasses, and together they walked to see the swans.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Road tripping
Warnings: Just the usual nonsense
Notes: I dunno why this jumped into my head, but it did.
“Pickles!”
“But doooooood!”
“No open containers! It's the law!”
“But Gannish dood will jest tawk too da cawp, like he yoosually does!”
Pickles and Charles stood by the Prius, two passenger side doors open, while Ganesh leaned over the driver side, and Elias and Murgatroyd the wolf waited patiently inside, watching the debate like one would follow a tennis match.
“Elias is with us. I want him to learn to respect the law!” said Charles, sweeping a hand at his son.
“Yoo respect da law, don't yoo, Boon?” asked Pickles, leaning over to consult the young boy perched in his car seat.
“Uh-HUH!” Elias assured them. “Boonie spec da LAW!”
“Pickles,” said Charles, intensifying the stare.
Pickles shrugged. He took a last drag of the beer, and then chucked it at a trash can. “Okee, dood, yoo win,” he laughed, climbing in beside Elias.
Charles paused to give Ganesh a sour glance, and then they too climbed into the front seats.
“So, wut do yoo guys do awn a road trip if yer not smashed?” Pickles inquired once they were underway.
“You didn't have to come along,” grumbled Charles.
“Oh, Unky Biku! Da states ud de unnun!” urged Elias.
“He spots license plates from various states!” said Ganesh proudly, steering onto the freeway. “It is a way to learn the geography of the United States.”
“Sounds borin',” opined Pickles.
“Oooo! Smash chutes!” said Elias, gesticulating excitedly.
“Yes, that is Massachusetts,” agreed Ganesh, as Elias recorded the find on his electronic pad.
“Wut? Well, dat's a lawng way to drive,” said Pickles. “Hey, wait! Dat's Wisconsin! Dat's where I'm from!”
“Uh-huh. Consin,” agreed Elias, fingers flying on his electronic pad. “Oh! Brish Cumbia!” he pointed out.
“Wut? CANADA? Canada ain't a state,” said Pickles.
“We count it,” Ganesh told him.
“Dat's cheatin'!”
“Well,” said Charles a bit testily, “it's our car, so you play by our rules.”
“Aw, yoo alreddy made me dump mah beer!” complained Pickles.
“Canadian states counts. As do federal districts of Mexico!' said Ganesh.
“Lawyerz!” grumbled Pickles. “Hey, Boon dood, I gawt a bedder game!”
“Udder game?” asked Elias.
“PUNCH BUGGY BLOO!” Pickles shouted, poking Elias in the upper arm with his knuckles.
“Punch bug?” asked the astonished child.
“Oh, don't play that!” sighed Charles.
“What is this game? I do not know of it!” said Ganesh.
“It's stupid!” said Charles. “You see a Volkswagen and hit somebody.”
“It's a classic! Why haven't yoo tawt Boon?” asked Pickles.
“We're not going to teach him that!” said Charles.
“Oh!” said Ganehs. “Punch buggy yellow!” And so saying, he extended an extra arm and cracked Charles right in the ribs.
“OW!”
“Punts bug gween!” yelled Elias, giving Pickles a poke.
“Hey, Boon is hittin' me!” laughed Pickles, who poked him back.
“Hiteen me!” giggled Elias.
“Hittin' me!”
“Hiteen me!”
“You two, you want us to STOP THIS CAR?” asked Charles.
“Hey, yeh, dood, is dere a Dimmu Burger near here?” asked Pickles.
“DIMMU BURG!” giggled Elias. Murgatroyd, somewhere down on the floor, added a yip.
“Are you hungry?” Ganesh asked Charles.
“Well, yeah, I could go for an apple pie I guess.”
“YAY!” said Elias.
“YAY!” said Pickles.
“Drive through or....?” asked Ganesh.
“I think we stop,” said Charles.
As it was a nice sunny day, they found a table outside, where Murgatroyd could sit underneath and make sure spilled french fries did not go to waste.
Ganesh emerged from the restaurant with a large plastic tray covered with paper wrapped delicacies. “Let's see, Existential Despair Burger....” he read.
“That's mine!” said Charles.
“Fishwich of Pointless Existence!”
“Yeh!” said Pickles. “An' a gaht a shake.”
“There you go.”
“SAKE!” shouted Elias, who started slurping as soon as the frosty drink was set before him.
“Wait, Boon dood!” said Pickles.
“Wait?” slurped Elias, not taking his attentions from the straw.
“Whoo tawt yoo t' eat a shake? Dat ain't da way?”
“Nooo?” said the boy, now wide-eyed.
“How do you drink a shake?” asked Charles, his mouth full of burger and pie and fries.
“Like dis!” demonstrated Pickles. He popped the plastic lid off he drink, then, putting a finger over the straw, extracted it from the drink like an eyedropper, and began to slurp from the bottom of the straw.
“Ooooo!” said Elias, who attempted to replicate this feat.
“Oh, Pickles don't show him that!” Charles complained. “We've just got him where we get most of the food into the kid.”
Regardless, Pickles and Elias were now both completely absorbed with drinking their shakes from the bottom up.
“It will all wash off,” laughed Ganesh.
“Yeah, I guess. Come on Boon!” said Charles, extending a hand.
“Naw, I'll take him!” volunteered Pickles, jumping up from the table. “I know how t' take a shower in a Dimmu Burger bat'room. I used t' tour, remember?” he grinned. Elias extended a sticky hand and followed the drummer into the restaurant.
“I told you we shouldn't have gotten a car with an extra seat,” grumbled Charles, helping himself to some of Elias' fries.
“They do not manufacture many three-seated cars,” said Ganesh.
“Corrupting our child.”
“This will be fine. It's therapeutic!” Ganesh assured him.
“Boon will learn to drink beer and how not to drink milkshakes.” He cast his eyes over at Ganesh, who was attempting to drink his iced tea from the bottom of the straw.
“I shall remember to order a milkshake, next time!” Ganesh laughed. “Also,” he said, more seriously, “it is important that Elias learn to see things as a human child. And you know neither of us has much experience in that particular realm. It did not know this clever method of consuming beverages, nor of the Punch Buggy game.”
“I knew Punch Buggy,” offered Charles, dipping fries in secret sauce.
“Yes? May I guess? Lady Raziel?”
“Raziel,” said Charles, a funny half smile suddenly creeping on to his face.
“Okee, doods all bedder!” announced Pickles, who arrived carrying Elias on his shoulders. Both of them were a bit dripping wet, so Ganesh offered a stack of paper napkins. After a while, the party was assembled back in the Prius, and they wove their way back to the freeway.
“Ah, it appears we are not far from the park now,” said Ganesh.
“Are yoo reddy t' see da swahns?” Pickles asked Elias.
“Swan?” asked Elias.
“They're like big white ducks,” said Charles.
“Dey gaht a black one too!” said Pickles. “An' dey trumput! HAAWNK!” he sounded.
“HONNNN!” said Elias.
“We call them Hamsa,” said Ganesh.
“Hams!” said Elias.
“Your Sarasvati Auntie rides a swan,” said Ganesh.
“Ooo,” said Elias.
“Wait, really dood?” asked Pickles.
“They are sacred animals, and thus may fly back and forth to the Heavens,” Ganesh explained.
“Do you s'pose dese swahn doods know Saruhsvaddi?” asked Pickles.
“Perhaps!”
“I wonder if they could get ahold of her pie?” said Charles, patting his stomach.
“Oh, you can't possibly be hungry again already!” scolded Ganesh.
“Dat dood's always hungry!” laughed Pickles.
“Hiteen me!” laughed Elias, poking Pickles.
Pickles laughed and poked back. “Yoo know Boon dood, I had an older brudder.”
Charles, who had begun to say something, suddenly went silent.
Elias said a word, not in English.
“Wut did he say?” Pickles asked Charles and Ganesh.
“It is the Angelic word for ' big brother,' if I am not mistaken?” said Ganesh.
“Yeah,” said Charles. “We're not sure where he picked it up, but he uses it.”
Elias was still looking curiously at Pickles. “Wul,” Pickles told him, “we din't git alawng so well.”
“Oh, here we are!” announced Ganesh as they pulled off the freeway and into the park entrance.
“Yoo reddy t' see swahns?” asked Pickles.
“Uh-HUH!”
As Ganesh stopped the car, Pickles extracted Elias from his car seat while Charles leased up Murgatroyd and Ganesh carefully put away any extra arms and smoothed his shirt and made sure his hair looked fierce.
“Come awn!” urged Pickles, as he and Elias made a run for the lake. They both took off running over the wet grass and, as Charles and Ganesh watched, both slipped and took comical pratfalls. Laughing, Pickles helped Elias up and they both took off again.
“Therapeutic, huh? For who?” Charles asked Ganesh. Ganesh only had two arms out, but Charles found one of them had sneaked out and wrapped around his shoulders.
Murgartroyd began pulling on the leash and barking impatiently.
“All right. All right,” said Charles. “Come on,” he told Ganesh. “Before they see all the swans.”
Ganesh grinned, donning his sunglasses, and together they walked to see the swans.
