6 Going On 7, chapter 2
"Beanoo?" Joey questioned, adding a confused glace over in Tre's direction.
The drummer simply shrugged and said, "Geeb Hinta Booha." Everyone stared at the man that called himself Tre' Cool, obviously very freaked out by the man's sudden outburst of randomness.
"Tre'.. I told you to stay away from those Star Trek re-runs." Mike warned, pointing his finger at him and using his father tone.
"B-b-but I don't wanna. Besides, the chicks with the weird faces and ears are kinda hot." Tre' whined. Mike rolled his eyes for the second time within an hour and just walked into the kitchen, where everyone else seemed to have slipped away to during Tre' and Mike's parent-child talk.
Tre' just followed Mike, earning a smirk from the tall bassist. No matter how much Tre' insisted that he wasn't, Mike had always thought of him as a dog. Getting random outbursts of energy, following people around, freaking out when you took him to the park, bringing his leash to your feet when he wanted to go for a walk, sniffing other peoples butts, shitting on the floor, and always doing those damn puppy dog eyes. Mike was suprised they hadn't started feeding him dog biscuits and kibbles yet.
The two men entered the kitchen with Billie with a blindfold on an a plastic Fisher Price baseball bat in his hand. Above his head sat a brightly colored Spongebob pinata, obviously filled with delicous, sweet candy.
Tre's eyes seemed to burst out of his head, and his tongue was practically hitting the floor. Mike sighed and pushed Tre's jaw back up just as Billie Joe swung the baseball bat as hard as he could, making a loud, "SMMAAACK!" sound. Taking off the blindfold and smiling proudly at his giant dent in the sponge's face, he backed away and let Adie tie the blindfold on Jakob, who took a swing smaller than his fathers at the pinata, making another loud sound.
Everyone had taken a swing at the pinata by now except Tre', who desperately wanted some candy. Tightly tying the blindfold over his blue eyes, Tre' took hold of the bright orange plastic baseball bat and got ready to swing.
1.. 2... 3...
"SMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!"
The sound was louder than anybody elses had been.
Tre' waited a few seconds in the deafening silence before he heard little child giggles, which soon turned into full-on laughter. The drummer took off his blindfold and stared at Jakob, who was soon joined by Joey, practically rolling on the floor with laughter.
Soon, all of the adults except Tre' had bursted out hysterically laughing. Tre' cocked his head stupidly to the side, not knowing what was so funny. It wasn't until Billie Joe pointed his finger at the pinata, still clutching his stomach from laughing so hard, that Tre' noticed what they thought was so funny.
Slowly turning his head to look at the giant Spongebob, he took notice of brightly wrapped candy of all kinds quickly falling out of the yellow absorbant sponge's butt. Laughing to himself, he exclaimed, "Well? What the hell are you all waiting for? There's candy falling out of that ass and we must eat it!" before scurrying under the pinata and hoarding his favorite sugared treats.
The drummer simply shrugged and said, "Geeb Hinta Booha." Everyone stared at the man that called himself Tre' Cool, obviously very freaked out by the man's sudden outburst of randomness.
"Tre'.. I told you to stay away from those Star Trek re-runs." Mike warned, pointing his finger at him and using his father tone.
"B-b-but I don't wanna. Besides, the chicks with the weird faces and ears are kinda hot." Tre' whined. Mike rolled his eyes for the second time within an hour and just walked into the kitchen, where everyone else seemed to have slipped away to during Tre' and Mike's parent-child talk.
Tre' just followed Mike, earning a smirk from the tall bassist. No matter how much Tre' insisted that he wasn't, Mike had always thought of him as a dog. Getting random outbursts of energy, following people around, freaking out when you took him to the park, bringing his leash to your feet when he wanted to go for a walk, sniffing other peoples butts, shitting on the floor, and always doing those damn puppy dog eyes. Mike was suprised they hadn't started feeding him dog biscuits and kibbles yet.
The two men entered the kitchen with Billie with a blindfold on an a plastic Fisher Price baseball bat in his hand. Above his head sat a brightly colored Spongebob pinata, obviously filled with delicous, sweet candy.
Tre's eyes seemed to burst out of his head, and his tongue was practically hitting the floor. Mike sighed and pushed Tre's jaw back up just as Billie Joe swung the baseball bat as hard as he could, making a loud, "SMMAAACK!" sound. Taking off the blindfold and smiling proudly at his giant dent in the sponge's face, he backed away and let Adie tie the blindfold on Jakob, who took a swing smaller than his fathers at the pinata, making another loud sound.
Everyone had taken a swing at the pinata by now except Tre', who desperately wanted some candy. Tightly tying the blindfold over his blue eyes, Tre' took hold of the bright orange plastic baseball bat and got ready to swing.
1.. 2... 3...
"SMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!"
The sound was louder than anybody elses had been.
Tre' waited a few seconds in the deafening silence before he heard little child giggles, which soon turned into full-on laughter. The drummer took off his blindfold and stared at Jakob, who was soon joined by Joey, practically rolling on the floor with laughter.
Soon, all of the adults except Tre' had bursted out hysterically laughing. Tre' cocked his head stupidly to the side, not knowing what was so funny. It wasn't until Billie Joe pointed his finger at the pinata, still clutching his stomach from laughing so hard, that Tre' noticed what they thought was so funny.
Slowly turning his head to look at the giant Spongebob, he took notice of brightly wrapped candy of all kinds quickly falling out of the yellow absorbant sponge's butt. Laughing to himself, he exclaimed, "Well? What the hell are you all waiting for? There's candy falling out of that ass and we must eat it!" before scurrying under the pinata and hoarding his favorite sugared treats.
