alright, i got the idea from a Calvin and Hobbes comic strip out of a book. It should be funny, so enjoy, alright
Marshmellows:
Genre: humor
Main characters: PSC, Alex, and their dragons
Summary: what happens when one of them bags of marshmellows is opened? read to find out
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Booster, Sarina and Torah(who belong to Shearkin), or Alex and Aquarius(who belong to Blue Booster) for that matter.
Author's Notes: My OC doesn't appear in this fic because it takes place during a school day
Penn Stables yard...midday...
It was a slow day at Penn Stables. No races, no crime. It was pretty boring. Artha was lying on Beau, and Lance on Fracshun, both brothers playing a vid-game. Parm was a few yards away, in the gear shed, checking to make sure all the gear was in perfect order, with Cyrano, lying few feet, away magging any out-of-reach gear to him, for any upcoming races or, otherwise needed. Kitt and Sarina were close by as well, brushing their dragons. Pretty quiet, until Kitt had an idea.
"Hey, how about we make some S'mores." Lance looked up from his vid-controller.
"Yeah, Yeah!" he exclaimed.
"Ha, I beat you again, little bro," Artha boasted.
"No, fair!" Lance cried.
"Anyway, Kitt," Artha started, "I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Yeah," Sarina agreed, "remember what happened last time you opened a bag of marshmellows?" At that moment, Parm dropped a level 3 green trapping gear, and dropped to the ground in a sitting fetal postion, rocking back and forth.
"Find a happy place, find a happy place, find a happy place," he chanted. Cyrano got up and plodded over next to him, seeing if he could comfort him.
"Yeah, Parm is still recovering from the last time," Lance said, realizing what might happen. All the dragon's grunted and nodded
"Oh come, Alex might not be anywhere near here," Kitt tried to reconvince them. Everybody and dragon, even Wyldfyr, especially Wyldfyr, still seemed unconvinced.
Kitt walked into the Penn house and came out afew minutes later with bag of marshmellows in her hand. When she was back at the group, she started to open the bag with difficulty. She cursed under her breath afew times.
"Kitt, I really think you should think about this," Artha said, really concerned.
"Oh, come on, stable boy," Kitt said confident, "Your starting to sound like the Professor." Speaking of which, Parm was, in no appearance, recovering.
Kitt then got the bag open.
"Got it!"
RUMBLE RUMBLE
The Dragons magged their respective riders, except Wyldfyr, and ran out of the yard, leaving a confused Kitt.
"What in the Magna..." she was cut off.
POW
Kitt was sent flying by a purplish blur. As soon as the dust cleared, every one came from their hiding spots(Parm somehow made a quick recovery), and found Artha's and Lance's cousin, Alex, looking from side to side quickly, sitting on her dragon, Aquarius, who was standing a few yards away from where Kitt landed, looking annoyed.
"Either I'm dreaming, or someone opened a bag of marshmellows in this area!" Alex exclaimed, still shaking her head quickly.
"Yeah," Kitt groaned, still on her back, "All over this area."
Wyldfyr walked over, and started down at Kitt, who was still in major pain.
"We tried to warn you," she stated, even though Kitt couldn't understand.
"I don't want to know what Wyldfyr said!" Kitt grunted. Sarina gave her an odd look.
"I wasn't gonna say anything," she shrugged.
so there ya have. what do ya think?
awsome!!^^ keep it up !!
~Shearkin
haha your welcoem!
~Shearkin