"Hey you know what else is weird?" Finn said, starting in on his breakfast, "The place is kinda dusty. Like nobody's been living here for a while."
Jake laughed through a mouthful of eggs, "How's that even work man? You and me and BMO live here all the time."
"That's why it's weird. Doesn't make any sense. And what's weirder," Finn stopped to take a drink of OJ, "my closet didn't have any of my clothes in it."
"You don't have any extra clothes Finn. You just wear that one outfit. It's actually super grody, man."
"Well yeah, I don' even know why I looked in it this morning but it didn't have anything in it that I'd wear. It was full of girl's clothes."
"Man, I don't wanna know what you're doing with a bunch of girl's clothes. Although, you might be right about something weird being up. I don't remember that scratching post over there. Or that picture of some candy guy on the mantle there."
BMO, who had been under the table, jumped up and bonked his head. Then the little computer crawled out and up onto the breakfast table. He was holding some weird wire in one hand and looked concerned.
"My plug's wrong!" He said, "This is for a female charging slot, I can't use it at all."
Finn's face scrunched up in confusion, "Female? How does-"
But before he could finish, a loud creak came from downstairs. It was the front door being opened. Finn and Jake both stood up from the table (Jake knocking BMO off but not seeming concerned). They exchanged looks and nodded,
"I don't feel good about any guests right now, Jake. You?" Finn said.
Jake sniffed the air, "Smells like a cat. A fat, smelly cat. You know I don't trust cats..."
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