Search Results
6/12/2025, 3:18:25 PM
>>42265157
>The crowd's cheering doesn't mean a damn thing this time; the object is no longer to drown your brothers out with noise... you wish you could do it with water now.
>Face as red as a beet straight out of the steaming pot, you fumble off the couch faster than the man on the screen falls to the ground from his attempt to run after getting pushed to the fake grass below by three opponent teammates.
>You can still hear your brothers' giggling and chiming their taunts at you over the deafening cheering of the crowd that erupts after the takedown on the screen was confirmed to be in the end zone, as if they each performed mitosis and formed a barbershop quartet.
>Pop music from like four years ago plays on the TV, failing to distract you from the fact that it's *ON* now.
>If anything, it's just fight music to you.
>You're not just going to holla back at these brats, you're gonna do something about it.
>Fired up far beyond reason, ferociously growl louder than their pretend car engine noises ever were, but they're not playing that game anymore.
>This shit isn't just bananas.
>It's B-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-S.
>"WE DID IT! WE FINALLY DEFEATED THE CHOPPER!" One twin announces, dodging the remote that releases its batteries against the wall.
>"He's not a chopper, he's a jet, stupid!" The other corrects him, turning his head to then stick his tongue out at you.
>Candy watches you angrily hobble after your two greatest nuisances on earth, trying to calm you down and direct you back to the couch.
>Looking observably worried at first, but then listening to Hollaback Girl playing on the TV and replacing her concern with confidence that she will prevail.
>But the thing that really gets her hopes up is the sound of the bird clock finally making a sound at the top of the hour.
>She looks at what time it is and sighs in relief.
>The two younger brothers exchange disgruntled glances as they both already know exactly what this means: bedtime.
>"Awwwwwww!" They both groan at the exact same time, endangering one another to jinx the other before having to put all the toys back into the bin they weren't supposed to be taking things from in the first place.
>They still thank Candy for letting them play with their bionicles and stuff, and letting their imaginations run wild despite being grounded.
>The crowd's cheering doesn't mean a damn thing this time; the object is no longer to drown your brothers out with noise... you wish you could do it with water now.
>Face as red as a beet straight out of the steaming pot, you fumble off the couch faster than the man on the screen falls to the ground from his attempt to run after getting pushed to the fake grass below by three opponent teammates.
>You can still hear your brothers' giggling and chiming their taunts at you over the deafening cheering of the crowd that erupts after the takedown on the screen was confirmed to be in the end zone, as if they each performed mitosis and formed a barbershop quartet.
>Pop music from like four years ago plays on the TV, failing to distract you from the fact that it's *ON* now.
>If anything, it's just fight music to you.
>You're not just going to holla back at these brats, you're gonna do something about it.
>Fired up far beyond reason, ferociously growl louder than their pretend car engine noises ever were, but they're not playing that game anymore.
>This shit isn't just bananas.
>It's B-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-S.
>"WE DID IT! WE FINALLY DEFEATED THE CHOPPER!" One twin announces, dodging the remote that releases its batteries against the wall.
>"He's not a chopper, he's a jet, stupid!" The other corrects him, turning his head to then stick his tongue out at you.
>Candy watches you angrily hobble after your two greatest nuisances on earth, trying to calm you down and direct you back to the couch.
>Looking observably worried at first, but then listening to Hollaback Girl playing on the TV and replacing her concern with confidence that she will prevail.
>But the thing that really gets her hopes up is the sound of the bird clock finally making a sound at the top of the hour.
>She looks at what time it is and sighs in relief.
>The two younger brothers exchange disgruntled glances as they both already know exactly what this means: bedtime.
>"Awwwwwww!" They both groan at the exact same time, endangering one another to jinx the other before having to put all the toys back into the bin they weren't supposed to be taking things from in the first place.
>They still thank Candy for letting them play with their bionicles and stuff, and letting their imaginations run wild despite being grounded.
Page 1