Snippet: BGally de-aging + AGally animal transformation (Gen, 400 words, General Audiences)
I was reading someone else's snippets, and then I wanted to write something where BGally de-ages and AGally turns into a cat, plus Anna is awesome.
P.K. takes Gally, which leaves Brandon to try to coax Chucky out from under one of the chairs.
"I want to pet the kitty," Gally wails.
"You have to be soft with the kitty," P.K. says, "or he'll scratch you again."
Chucky eventually creeps out from under the chair and lets Brandon pick him up. Brandon pets Chucky gently until he calms down a little.
"How about if Gally pets you?" Brandon asks. "He's going to be very careful."
So they sit together, Gally on P.K.'s lap and Chucky on Brandon's, while Gally carefully pets Chucky.
"Are you going to take him?" Brandon asks P.K. about Gally. "We'll have to find someone to take Chucky. He probably won't get along with Lola."
"I'll take both of them," Anna says, as if she's appeared out of nowhere.
"Anna!" Gally reaches for her, and she lifts him out of P.K.'s arms. Chucky jumps from Brandon's lap to the back of the couch to the floor to twine around Anna's ankles.
"What happened to you?" Anna asks.
"Alex hurted me."
Anna looks sternly at him. "Were you careful with him?"
"No." Gally ducks his head.
"You have to be careful." Anna rubs Gally's back, and then crouches down closer to Chucky. "And you, no scratching people. You know better."
Chucky makes a pitiful noise, and Anna looks sternly at him for another moment before she pets him.
Brandon and P.K. exchange a look.
"Have they done this before?" Brandon asks.
"Yes," Anna says, "but usually it's just one of them at a time. We'll go home for lunch and an N-A-P, and they'll be fine."
"Are you sure you don't need a hand?" P.K. asks.
"I can handle them," Anna says, and she seems to have them well in hand, keeping hold of Gally even as he squirms restlessly, with Chucky still twining around her ankles.
She knows both of their locker combinations, and she scoops their phones and watches into her purse. Then she bends down and scoops Chucky up with her free arm.
"I'll tell them to text you later," Anna says, and then she leaves.
Brandon and P.K. watch her walk down the hall. Somehow she juggles a toddler, a cat, and a purse without it ever breaking her stride.
P.K. takes Gally, which leaves Brandon to try to coax Chucky out from under one of the chairs.
"I want to pet the kitty," Gally wails.
"You have to be soft with the kitty," P.K. says, "or he'll scratch you again."
Chucky eventually creeps out from under the chair and lets Brandon pick him up. Brandon pets Chucky gently until he calms down a little.
"How about if Gally pets you?" Brandon asks. "He's going to be very careful."
So they sit together, Gally on P.K.'s lap and Chucky on Brandon's, while Gally carefully pets Chucky.
"Are you going to take him?" Brandon asks P.K. about Gally. "We'll have to find someone to take Chucky. He probably won't get along with Lola."
"I'll take both of them," Anna says, as if she's appeared out of nowhere.
"Anna!" Gally reaches for her, and she lifts him out of P.K.'s arms. Chucky jumps from Brandon's lap to the back of the couch to the floor to twine around Anna's ankles.
"What happened to you?" Anna asks.
"Alex hurted me."
Anna looks sternly at him. "Were you careful with him?"
"No." Gally ducks his head.
"You have to be careful." Anna rubs Gally's back, and then crouches down closer to Chucky. "And you, no scratching people. You know better."
Chucky makes a pitiful noise, and Anna looks sternly at him for another moment before she pets him.
Brandon and P.K. exchange a look.
"Have they done this before?" Brandon asks.
"Yes," Anna says, "but usually it's just one of them at a time. We'll go home for lunch and an N-A-P, and they'll be fine."
"Are you sure you don't need a hand?" P.K. asks.
"I can handle them," Anna says, and she seems to have them well in hand, keeping hold of Gally even as he squirms restlessly, with Chucky still twining around her ankles.
She knows both of their locker combinations, and she scoops their phones and watches into her purse. Then she bends down and scoops Chucky up with her free arm.
"I'll tell them to text you later," Anna says, and then she leaves.
Brandon and P.K. watch her walk down the hall. Somehow she juggles a toddler, a cat, and a purse without it ever breaking her stride.