Fic: Garfield's Bad Sunday
Title: Garfield's Bad Sunday
Fandom: Garfield (Yes, you read that right)
Rating: U
Characters: Garfield, Pookey, Jon, Odie, Nermal
Word Count: ~500
Prompts: Connect Four for story_lottery Round 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in this that you recognise.
Authors Notes: This is a bribe for choccy_grl so that she'll update Silent Running In Deep Waters
...Yes, I think I've finally lost the plot.
Summary: In which a Sunday acts like a Monday.
Garfield's Bad Sunday
Garfield heaved a heavy, world-weary sigh, cursing this awful Sunday.
He was having a very bad day. The pizza delivery guy had forgotten the pepperoni on his pizza, Jon had burnt his lasagne before swanning off on a date with Liz and Nermal’s smug face was plastered all over the local newspaper having won yet another beauty pageant, competition thing. He had even lost a game of Connect Four against Odie! (Not that he’ll ever admit that to anybody, you realise.) Odie, having noticed Garfield’s foul mood- the Connect Four box aimed at his head was what really tipped him off- had disappeared. No doubt he was digging in the back garden somewhere or chasing his tail and, though kicking Odie off the table would cheer Garfield up immensely, finding the daft dog and then persuading him to climb onto the table would take up far too much effort.
So, grabbing Pookey as he passed his still un-made bed, Garfield decided he would sit and change all the settings on Jon’s emails because a) he could, b) it would teach Jon a lesson for not making Garfield another lasagne before leaving and c) he was all out of super-glue. Besides, he felt he was getting a bit predictable gluing Jon’s hand to his face all the time.
With this dastardly plan in mind, Garfield and Pookey sat down in front of Jon’s PC, determined to wreak havoc upon Jon and the internet at large. Before putting this delightfully evil plan into action, Garfield decided to check his own emails. He glowered once more at the three messages- one from Pets ‘R’ Us informing him that his Ultimate Scratching Tower toy was out of stock, one from Amazon.com advertising doggy chew toys and one from Nermal, which included several newspaper scans of his latest pageant win.
Deleting the emails with a deft flick of his paw, Garfield was just about to sign out of his own account when the little yellow envelope popped up on the bottom of the screen, signalling that he had new email. Glowering again, Garfield opened the email without reading the subject line, intending to delete the message instantly. However, his attention was drawn to one blue hyperlink, almost lost in a sea of black text.
Garfield read over the email before clapping his hands in joy. Odie- having returned from a refreshing nap on Jon’s bed- immediately returned to Jon’s room, assuming that he was still stuck in some sort of horrific nightmare as he watched Garfield jump up and down gleefully.
Composing himself slightly, Garfield re-read the email before clicking the hyperlink with bated breath. The day he was having he wouldn’t be surprised if the email turned out to be a hoax.
It wasn’t.
It was with a sense of happiness and contentment that Garfield and Pookey settled down in front of the PC to catch-up on the latest instalment of Silent Running In Deep Waters- a tale of love, adventure and, above all else, the slowest build up of sexual tension the Torchwood fandom has seen in years.
...My brain worries me.
Fandom: Garfield (Yes, you read that right)
Rating: U
Characters: Garfield, Pookey, Jon, Odie, Nermal
Word Count: ~500
Prompts: Connect Four for story_lottery Round 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in this that you recognise.
Authors Notes: This is a bribe for choccy_grl so that she'll update Silent Running In Deep Waters
...Yes, I think I've finally lost the plot.
Summary: In which a Sunday acts like a Monday.
Garfield's Bad Sunday
Garfield heaved a heavy, world-weary sigh, cursing this awful Sunday.
He was having a very bad day. The pizza delivery guy had forgotten the pepperoni on his pizza, Jon had burnt his lasagne before swanning off on a date with Liz and Nermal’s smug face was plastered all over the local newspaper having won yet another beauty pageant, competition thing. He had even lost a game of Connect Four against Odie! (Not that he’ll ever admit that to anybody, you realise.) Odie, having noticed Garfield’s foul mood- the Connect Four box aimed at his head was what really tipped him off- had disappeared. No doubt he was digging in the back garden somewhere or chasing his tail and, though kicking Odie off the table would cheer Garfield up immensely, finding the daft dog and then persuading him to climb onto the table would take up far too much effort.
So, grabbing Pookey as he passed his still un-made bed, Garfield decided he would sit and change all the settings on Jon’s emails because a) he could, b) it would teach Jon a lesson for not making Garfield another lasagne before leaving and c) he was all out of super-glue. Besides, he felt he was getting a bit predictable gluing Jon’s hand to his face all the time.
With this dastardly plan in mind, Garfield and Pookey sat down in front of Jon’s PC, determined to wreak havoc upon Jon and the internet at large. Before putting this delightfully evil plan into action, Garfield decided to check his own emails. He glowered once more at the three messages- one from Pets ‘R’ Us informing him that his Ultimate Scratching Tower toy was out of stock, one from Amazon.com advertising doggy chew toys and one from Nermal, which included several newspaper scans of his latest pageant win.
Deleting the emails with a deft flick of his paw, Garfield was just about to sign out of his own account when the little yellow envelope popped up on the bottom of the screen, signalling that he had new email. Glowering again, Garfield opened the email without reading the subject line, intending to delete the message instantly. However, his attention was drawn to one blue hyperlink, almost lost in a sea of black text.
Garfield read over the email before clapping his hands in joy. Odie- having returned from a refreshing nap on Jon’s bed- immediately returned to Jon’s room, assuming that he was still stuck in some sort of horrific nightmare as he watched Garfield jump up and down gleefully.
Composing himself slightly, Garfield re-read the email before clicking the hyperlink with bated breath. The day he was having he wouldn’t be surprised if the email turned out to be a hoax.
It wasn’t.
It was with a sense of happiness and contentment that Garfield and Pookey settled down in front of the PC to catch-up on the latest instalment of Silent Running In Deep Waters- a tale of love, adventure and, above all else, the slowest build up of sexual tension the Torchwood fandom has seen in years.
...My brain worries me.