"A Good hari to die hard? How dare they throw a judul like that at me." Blokko sat on the dipan, sofa as she read the newspaper, persistently grimacing at the Hollywood headlines of possible movie titles for the future. Thank goodness we live in a world where a judul like that can never be green lit.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the door to the tower slammed open, effectively cracking it slightly against the dinding and just as immediately ramming it back into the face of the one who opened it. Blokko looked up from her paper and sighed.
"Well, I do believe Mrs. Packs-Away-the-Snacks is back. Time to stop pretending I care about the news." Blokko folded up the paper and was about to jump off the dipan, sofa to greet her sister but the instant she made a pindah to, she almost got a face full of mallet! She jolted and sat back in surprise.
Bukker was standing in front of her with a cutesy grin on her face, holding a brown wooden mallet out as if a prompt for Blokko's acceptance.
The long-eared sister looked Bukker's features up and down. She looked normal. There was no bump on her head atau a dent in her skull. So… maybe there was something to this odd display. That grin on her face might as well come packaged with a halo over her head as well. She looked like she was super excited to be handing this to her. But for what?
"Erm… what is this?" Blokko asked with concern, pointing at the relatively dangerous object in her hand.
"It's a mallet!" Bukker's reply came with enthusiasm etched in her voice. Blokko had to keep from rolling her eyes.
"Okay, yeah, I know but… WHY are anda handing it to me?" Blokko felt stupid asking this. It wasn't a dumb pertanyaan oleh any means but… it's kind of something Bukker should have thought to clarify this for her!
The selanjutnya scene was all but a shock to Blokko's core. Well, not initially since the clarification angle still didn't come next. Instead, Bukker, still with that bright and innocent smile, bent over and showed her her black-haired head. She even pointed at it for emphasis.
What was Blokko supposed to be looking at? Her head? "Yeah. It looks the same as ever. That's definitely your head Bukker."
"I want anda to MALLET me!" Bukker blurted out.
"WHAT?!" There came that shock. Blokko actually jolted back as if she had been electrocuted oleh those words.
"Will anda MALLET me... ...Please?" Bukker's smile started to tampil even lebih of her teeth.
Blokko blinked several times. She looked around the room and then back at Bukker.
"I'm not sure… what's going on but… is there something anda want to tell me?" Blokko made sure to lower her voice to that of a decent whisper.
"Nope." Bukker shook her head, with her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth in slight giddiness.
"You sure? There's no weird fetishes you're getting into now?" Blokko pressed which made Bukker blush and hold her free hand up in protest.
"Whoa! Come on now! That's ridiculous!" The goofy sister sounded absolutely flabbergasted.
Blokko sighed. Maybe that was a bit too assuming a thing to say. After all, what was odd about coming up to her sister and asking for her to whack her over the head with a blunt object… ?
... wait...
"And what you're asking me to do ISN'T ridiculous?" Blokko tapped her toeless, sausage-shaped foot.
"Not really. We do it all the time." Bukker pushed the mallet into Blokko, hoping she'd accept it. Blokko did not. She pushed it back but Bukker kept on pushing meneruskan, ke depan despite the resistance.
"We do it to other people. Really mean other people. Those jerks who deserve it. Did anda just forget about our old shtick?" Blokko began to pace around her sister, hoping to get Bukker caught off guard somehow. She needed this mallet to get from in-between the two of them. Whatever this was, it was making Blokko feel uncomfortable and that didn't happen all too often around her sisters.
"Course I didn't forget." Bukker spoke up, noticing Blokko's movements and expertly following along. Blokko was gathering rather quickly that Bukker wasn't at all going to back down. Her sister was a formidable opponent when it came to stuff like this.
"Then doesn't this not make any sense? Do anda see yourself as a bad person now?" Blokko asked.
"Maybe someone else does." Bukker retorted as best she could.
"Who cares what other people think?"
"I do."
That sounded like a total croak. "Since when?" Blokko tried to push it to the side this time. Bukker clamped her fingerless hands around the handle and made sure it stayed in her hands.
"Since today." Bukker managed to speak back, despite her extra struggling.
"What happened today?" It was a pertanyaan that needed to be asked. This was all rather sudden. And weird.
"Nothing happened… I just… wanted to see how hard anda could do it! anda wouldn't hold back on me because you're my sister right?"
"Uhh… well… considering I don't want to do it-"
"Oh come on! Quit being a baby." Bukker teased, a bit frustrated. She shoved it closer to Blokko a little harder now.
"I don't know what your deal is Bukker but I'm not hurting anda with this." Blokko pushed back, a little rougher as well.
"Just do it!"
"Tell me why anda want me to do it!"
"If I do, will anda do it?"
"No!"
"Than why do anda need to know?!"
"Because I'm your sister! I'm not stupid! There's something bothering anda now spill it!" Blokko finally managed to push Bukker back onto the couch. The mallet was in her hands like Bukker wanted but of course, she wasn't going to hit Bukker with it. She had no reason to and Bukker wouldn't give her one. In hindsight, Bukker probably should've realized that it all came down to that regardless of whose hands it ended up in...
Still, the hungry sister actually started to pout. Blokko was awestruck. "Do anda really wanna see stars that much? Wait until nightfall hits. It's even lebih rewarding. There no pain shall come to anda oh sister dearest." She said, grinning a bit with the mallet twirling in her hand.
Bukker just looked to the side. Her face contorted a bit from annoyed to noticeably saddened.
"Hey, hey, hey. Where's the long face coming from? anda accidently catch Craig McCracken on the toilet again? I know stuff like that can be hard to deal with but-"
"Come on! Quit yapping and hit me!" Bukker jumped up. She was making it a demand now, which Blokko just had to grimace it. "I bet Bukko would do it."
"You bet I would." The cute sister in pertanyaan who looked like the Powerpuff Girl Bubbles appeared suddenly and literally out of nowhere with her head in her palm over the back side of the couch, effectively scaring the heck out of Bukker and making her fall back onto it.
She looked convincingly eager.
Blokko couldn't help the resulting smile. "Oh. anda shouldn't have berkata that little sis."
"Indeed." Bukko grabbed the mallet from Blokko's hands and raised it over Bukker's head. The Toonpuff's sweaty features were indicating detik thoughts. When Bukko swung the mallet downward, Bukker let out a shout of protest!
"Okay! OKAY! STOP!"
Bukko stopped right before it reached her head. She had a knowing smile on her face too. How telling.
"So? anda ready to explain yourself now?" She asked, throwing the mallet back to Blokko who caught with ease.
Bukker grumbled in embarrassment. She was blushing again. It was obvious she had just been played. With her green eyes downcast to the side she forced herself to try and remain calm and keep from blubbering out the truth. It was hard.
"Impending doom from the wrath of the cute Toonpuff sister still gotcha scared stiff?" Blokko asked, with genuine concern. Bukko shot her a small glare that she didn't catch.
"… I didn't mean to... It was an accident." Bukker ignored her sister's jokes and actually wiped a tear from her eye. Blokko and Bukko looked Bukker over, as if accessing the situation. Blokko managed to do so first and let a soft smile wash over her face. She then plopped onto the dipan, sofa selanjutnya to her sister, wrapping an arm around her.
"Start at the beginning alright?" Blokko spoke calmly. Bukker let out a shaky sigh. There really wasn't much to tell.
"… This old guy was annoying me with all his blabber about proper etiquette. He wasn't really doing anything we usually go after our special friends for. It wasn't even close to being like that nanny we had before but it was still really annoying and I was already in a bit of a bad mood and I-"
"WHAMO! Right?" Blokko had guessed it had to be something like that. Striking someone who hadn't done anything they'd consider outright wrong atau intentionally hostile was something all three of them had never wanted to do.
"Yeah… yeah, that happened… and than I had to see his grandson come in and scrape his flat, disk-like body up and hurry him to his car. The kid was crying too and people were looking at me all disgusted." Bukker looked over the mallet still in Blokko's hands.
Blokko noticed and eyed the weapon too before looking back at her sister. "And anda wanted me to hit anda with this because anda felt guilty about it right."
Bukker's selanjutnya resulting frustrated sigh was the shakiest one yet. Bukko had to chuckle at that. It was kind of cute.
"Stuff like that happens anda know. We're not perfect." Blokko assured her sister. Whenever irritation atau developing anger got in the way they usually just tried to avoid atau cari for something to make them feel happy again. Bukker was the one who had the least control over that though. She never means to be an outright bully just like Buttercup. She just has a wilder impulse and it's actually gotten a bit worse as of late. Plus, everyone around has cartoon physics so it's not all too bad in retrospect.
"Well yeah… I know that. I just wish I could control myself like anda can anda know." Bukker spoke back. She still sounded so disappointed in herself. The guy wasn't even being all that annoying atau intrusive really. Looking back, her attitude probably escalated it lebih than necessary.
"Control is overrated." Bukko interjected.
"What she means to say is that anda are who anda are." Blokko smirked.
"No it wasn't." She made a play of saying back.
"Yes it was. We're doing an afterschool special right now." Blokko turned back to her. Bukker laughed at that; which surprised her.
"I'm sorry guys. I just feel really bad about it. Stuff like that usually doesn't get to me but lately I've been feeling really weird." Bukker grumbled.
"Our show did just finish. Maybe you're just irritable about that. Things are sure to get better. Promise!" Blokko grinned her brightest and all but smacked Bukker's back.
Bukker still smiled but had to rebuttal again. "Well… yeah but I still feel like-"
"If anda wanna make it up to them do it tomorrow. Offer to… I don't know, clean out that little permen bowl full of the yellow coffee drops that nobody likes to eat and sits on the meja for when his grand-kids come over to stay with him. Something." Blokko mused.
"… Yeah okay. I'll do it tomorrow. Still, this feels so weird. I've never really gone that far for virtually no real reason before. I don't want to be a bully." Bukker mulled it over again.
"Bah! Don't worry. We only fight back when we have to but mistakes do happen. Laugh with me!" Blokko grinned and twirled the mallet around like a baton. Bukker just couldn't stay sullen like this. Blokko was too good at keeping the mood fresh and full of sunshine.
"About what? anda need to tell a joke first and make an over the puncak, atas gesture atau do a circus act atau something!" Bukker grinned, hopping off the dipan, sofa to stand selanjutnya to her sister. Yeah. That's what it's all about!
Happy to see the weight on Bukker's shoulders had been decimated she full well knew that it was time to keep the fun going like never before. Blokko closed her eyes, smiled with a shine in her teeth, cleared her throat and swung her hands back forcefully before raising them up to the ceiling. "And now, ladies and gentlemen! My diving and swimming into the floor routine!"
That sounded spectacular!
Bukko cleared her own throat too though, interrupting the hype she managed to shortly build up. This one was to get Blokko's attention.
"You might wanna hold off on that ring leader." She berkata pointed at Blokko's side. Blokko opened her huge eyes, blinked at her in confusion, than turned to her side to see what she was now pointing at.
Bukker was wobbling all about with her eyes crossed, the bulu on her black ears and tail ruffled up, and stars circling her head; drooling rather perfusely too. Blokko blinked once again and looked at the position of her arms. The one that held the mallet, she had flung back while Bukker was still beside her.
She hit her with the mallet!
"GAH! Bukker! I'm sorry!" Blokko tossed the mallet up and grabbed at her dizzy sister. A dopey smile crossed Bukker's face as she swayed in her sister's arms.
"Whooo… dat wasn't too bad… maybe I over-reacted-ed-a-bit…" Bukker mused and promptly slumped down.
"Ah darnit. Maybe I should have-" Blokko was only able to contemplate a smarter action for a few detik before a slurred out cry escaped Bukker's lips right before drifting into unconsciousness.
"Luke up from beloooowww…!"
She even pointed in the direction Blokko needed to look. Thanks to that the Toonpuff looked up at just the right time for the mallet to strike her own head! Blokko's eyes rolled and her tongue shot out like the drawer to a cash register.
"… Guuuhh… Grey DeLisle… I'd like to have your autograph…" Blokko stumbled back a bit and rocked meneruskan, ke depan slightly before crashing on puncak, atas of her sister.
Bukko looked down at her two unconscious sisters, holding her tail, worried, and examined the lumps on their heads and the various things orbiting them.
She let out a sigh. And then she shrugged.
"Oh well. They and I are cartoons. They'll be up in about an hour. I'll be watching The Powerpuff Girls."
With that she scampered off to the television. A shame though. She really wanted to see Blokko's floor diving trick.
The End.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the door to the tower slammed open, effectively cracking it slightly against the dinding and just as immediately ramming it back into the face of the one who opened it. Blokko looked up from her paper and sighed.
"Well, I do believe Mrs. Packs-Away-the-Snacks is back. Time to stop pretending I care about the news." Blokko folded up the paper and was about to jump off the dipan, sofa to greet her sister but the instant she made a pindah to, she almost got a face full of mallet! She jolted and sat back in surprise.
Bukker was standing in front of her with a cutesy grin on her face, holding a brown wooden mallet out as if a prompt for Blokko's acceptance.
The long-eared sister looked Bukker's features up and down. She looked normal. There was no bump on her head atau a dent in her skull. So… maybe there was something to this odd display. That grin on her face might as well come packaged with a halo over her head as well. She looked like she was super excited to be handing this to her. But for what?
"Erm… what is this?" Blokko asked with concern, pointing at the relatively dangerous object in her hand.
"It's a mallet!" Bukker's reply came with enthusiasm etched in her voice. Blokko had to keep from rolling her eyes.
"Okay, yeah, I know but… WHY are anda handing it to me?" Blokko felt stupid asking this. It wasn't a dumb pertanyaan oleh any means but… it's kind of something Bukker should have thought to clarify this for her!
The selanjutnya scene was all but a shock to Blokko's core. Well, not initially since the clarification angle still didn't come next. Instead, Bukker, still with that bright and innocent smile, bent over and showed her her black-haired head. She even pointed at it for emphasis.
What was Blokko supposed to be looking at? Her head? "Yeah. It looks the same as ever. That's definitely your head Bukker."
"I want anda to MALLET me!" Bukker blurted out.
"WHAT?!" There came that shock. Blokko actually jolted back as if she had been electrocuted oleh those words.
"Will anda MALLET me... ...Please?" Bukker's smile started to tampil even lebih of her teeth.
Blokko blinked several times. She looked around the room and then back at Bukker.
"I'm not sure… what's going on but… is there something anda want to tell me?" Blokko made sure to lower her voice to that of a decent whisper.
"Nope." Bukker shook her head, with her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth in slight giddiness.
"You sure? There's no weird fetishes you're getting into now?" Blokko pressed which made Bukker blush and hold her free hand up in protest.
"Whoa! Come on now! That's ridiculous!" The goofy sister sounded absolutely flabbergasted.
Blokko sighed. Maybe that was a bit too assuming a thing to say. After all, what was odd about coming up to her sister and asking for her to whack her over the head with a blunt object… ?
... wait...
"And what you're asking me to do ISN'T ridiculous?" Blokko tapped her toeless, sausage-shaped foot.
"Not really. We do it all the time." Bukker pushed the mallet into Blokko, hoping she'd accept it. Blokko did not. She pushed it back but Bukker kept on pushing meneruskan, ke depan despite the resistance.
"We do it to other people. Really mean other people. Those jerks who deserve it. Did anda just forget about our old shtick?" Blokko began to pace around her sister, hoping to get Bukker caught off guard somehow. She needed this mallet to get from in-between the two of them. Whatever this was, it was making Blokko feel uncomfortable and that didn't happen all too often around her sisters.
"Course I didn't forget." Bukker spoke up, noticing Blokko's movements and expertly following along. Blokko was gathering rather quickly that Bukker wasn't at all going to back down. Her sister was a formidable opponent when it came to stuff like this.
"Then doesn't this not make any sense? Do anda see yourself as a bad person now?" Blokko asked.
"Maybe someone else does." Bukker retorted as best she could.
"Who cares what other people think?"
"I do."
That sounded like a total croak. "Since when?" Blokko tried to push it to the side this time. Bukker clamped her fingerless hands around the handle and made sure it stayed in her hands.
"Since today." Bukker managed to speak back, despite her extra struggling.
"What happened today?" It was a pertanyaan that needed to be asked. This was all rather sudden. And weird.
"Nothing happened… I just… wanted to see how hard anda could do it! anda wouldn't hold back on me because you're my sister right?"
"Uhh… well… considering I don't want to do it-"
"Oh come on! Quit being a baby." Bukker teased, a bit frustrated. She shoved it closer to Blokko a little harder now.
"I don't know what your deal is Bukker but I'm not hurting anda with this." Blokko pushed back, a little rougher as well.
"Just do it!"
"Tell me why anda want me to do it!"
"If I do, will anda do it?"
"No!"
"Than why do anda need to know?!"
"Because I'm your sister! I'm not stupid! There's something bothering anda now spill it!" Blokko finally managed to push Bukker back onto the couch. The mallet was in her hands like Bukker wanted but of course, she wasn't going to hit Bukker with it. She had no reason to and Bukker wouldn't give her one. In hindsight, Bukker probably should've realized that it all came down to that regardless of whose hands it ended up in...
Still, the hungry sister actually started to pout. Blokko was awestruck. "Do anda really wanna see stars that much? Wait until nightfall hits. It's even lebih rewarding. There no pain shall come to anda oh sister dearest." She said, grinning a bit with the mallet twirling in her hand.
Bukker just looked to the side. Her face contorted a bit from annoyed to noticeably saddened.
"Hey, hey, hey. Where's the long face coming from? anda accidently catch Craig McCracken on the toilet again? I know stuff like that can be hard to deal with but-"
"Come on! Quit yapping and hit me!" Bukker jumped up. She was making it a demand now, which Blokko just had to grimace it. "I bet Bukko would do it."
"You bet I would." The cute sister in pertanyaan who looked like the Powerpuff Girl Bubbles appeared suddenly and literally out of nowhere with her head in her palm over the back side of the couch, effectively scaring the heck out of Bukker and making her fall back onto it.
She looked convincingly eager.
Blokko couldn't help the resulting smile. "Oh. anda shouldn't have berkata that little sis."
"Indeed." Bukko grabbed the mallet from Blokko's hands and raised it over Bukker's head. The Toonpuff's sweaty features were indicating detik thoughts. When Bukko swung the mallet downward, Bukker let out a shout of protest!
"Okay! OKAY! STOP!"
Bukko stopped right before it reached her head. She had a knowing smile on her face too. How telling.
"So? anda ready to explain yourself now?" She asked, throwing the mallet back to Blokko who caught with ease.
Bukker grumbled in embarrassment. She was blushing again. It was obvious she had just been played. With her green eyes downcast to the side she forced herself to try and remain calm and keep from blubbering out the truth. It was hard.
"Impending doom from the wrath of the cute Toonpuff sister still gotcha scared stiff?" Blokko asked, with genuine concern. Bukko shot her a small glare that she didn't catch.
"… I didn't mean to... It was an accident." Bukker ignored her sister's jokes and actually wiped a tear from her eye. Blokko and Bukko looked Bukker over, as if accessing the situation. Blokko managed to do so first and let a soft smile wash over her face. She then plopped onto the dipan, sofa selanjutnya to her sister, wrapping an arm around her.
"Start at the beginning alright?" Blokko spoke calmly. Bukker let out a shaky sigh. There really wasn't much to tell.
"… This old guy was annoying me with all his blabber about proper etiquette. He wasn't really doing anything we usually go after our special friends for. It wasn't even close to being like that nanny we had before but it was still really annoying and I was already in a bit of a bad mood and I-"
"WHAMO! Right?" Blokko had guessed it had to be something like that. Striking someone who hadn't done anything they'd consider outright wrong atau intentionally hostile was something all three of them had never wanted to do.
"Yeah… yeah, that happened… and than I had to see his grandson come in and scrape his flat, disk-like body up and hurry him to his car. The kid was crying too and people were looking at me all disgusted." Bukker looked over the mallet still in Blokko's hands.
Blokko noticed and eyed the weapon too before looking back at her sister. "And anda wanted me to hit anda with this because anda felt guilty about it right."
Bukker's selanjutnya resulting frustrated sigh was the shakiest one yet. Bukko had to chuckle at that. It was kind of cute.
"Stuff like that happens anda know. We're not perfect." Blokko assured her sister. Whenever irritation atau developing anger got in the way they usually just tried to avoid atau cari for something to make them feel happy again. Bukker was the one who had the least control over that though. She never means to be an outright bully just like Buttercup. She just has a wilder impulse and it's actually gotten a bit worse as of late. Plus, everyone around has cartoon physics so it's not all too bad in retrospect.
"Well yeah… I know that. I just wish I could control myself like anda can anda know." Bukker spoke back. She still sounded so disappointed in herself. The guy wasn't even being all that annoying atau intrusive really. Looking back, her attitude probably escalated it lebih than necessary.
"Control is overrated." Bukko interjected.
"What she means to say is that anda are who anda are." Blokko smirked.
"No it wasn't." She made a play of saying back.
"Yes it was. We're doing an afterschool special right now." Blokko turned back to her. Bukker laughed at that; which surprised her.
"I'm sorry guys. I just feel really bad about it. Stuff like that usually doesn't get to me but lately I've been feeling really weird." Bukker grumbled.
"Our show did just finish. Maybe you're just irritable about that. Things are sure to get better. Promise!" Blokko grinned her brightest and all but smacked Bukker's back.
Bukker still smiled but had to rebuttal again. "Well… yeah but I still feel like-"
"If anda wanna make it up to them do it tomorrow. Offer to… I don't know, clean out that little permen bowl full of the yellow coffee drops that nobody likes to eat and sits on the meja for when his grand-kids come over to stay with him. Something." Blokko mused.
"… Yeah okay. I'll do it tomorrow. Still, this feels so weird. I've never really gone that far for virtually no real reason before. I don't want to be a bully." Bukker mulled it over again.
"Bah! Don't worry. We only fight back when we have to but mistakes do happen. Laugh with me!" Blokko grinned and twirled the mallet around like a baton. Bukker just couldn't stay sullen like this. Blokko was too good at keeping the mood fresh and full of sunshine.
"About what? anda need to tell a joke first and make an over the puncak, atas gesture atau do a circus act atau something!" Bukker grinned, hopping off the dipan, sofa to stand selanjutnya to her sister. Yeah. That's what it's all about!
Happy to see the weight on Bukker's shoulders had been decimated she full well knew that it was time to keep the fun going like never before. Blokko closed her eyes, smiled with a shine in her teeth, cleared her throat and swung her hands back forcefully before raising them up to the ceiling. "And now, ladies and gentlemen! My diving and swimming into the floor routine!"
That sounded spectacular!
Bukko cleared her own throat too though, interrupting the hype she managed to shortly build up. This one was to get Blokko's attention.
"You might wanna hold off on that ring leader." She berkata pointed at Blokko's side. Blokko opened her huge eyes, blinked at her in confusion, than turned to her side to see what she was now pointing at.
Bukker was wobbling all about with her eyes crossed, the bulu on her black ears and tail ruffled up, and stars circling her head; drooling rather perfusely too. Blokko blinked once again and looked at the position of her arms. The one that held the mallet, she had flung back while Bukker was still beside her.
She hit her with the mallet!
"GAH! Bukker! I'm sorry!" Blokko tossed the mallet up and grabbed at her dizzy sister. A dopey smile crossed Bukker's face as she swayed in her sister's arms.
"Whooo… dat wasn't too bad… maybe I over-reacted-ed-a-bit…" Bukker mused and promptly slumped down.
"Ah darnit. Maybe I should have-" Blokko was only able to contemplate a smarter action for a few detik before a slurred out cry escaped Bukker's lips right before drifting into unconsciousness.
"Luke up from beloooowww…!"
She even pointed in the direction Blokko needed to look. Thanks to that the Toonpuff looked up at just the right time for the mallet to strike her own head! Blokko's eyes rolled and her tongue shot out like the drawer to a cash register.
"… Guuuhh… Grey DeLisle… I'd like to have your autograph…" Blokko stumbled back a bit and rocked meneruskan, ke depan slightly before crashing on puncak, atas of her sister.
Bukko looked down at her two unconscious sisters, holding her tail, worried, and examined the lumps on their heads and the various things orbiting them.
She let out a sigh. And then she shrugged.
"Oh well. They and I are cartoons. They'll be up in about an hour. I'll be watching The Powerpuff Girls."
With that she scampered off to the television. A shame though. She really wanted to see Blokko's floor diving trick.
The End.
They don't know what they're doing, are they?
