SS - Just Another Day in Strawberryville
I am so, so sorry.
Title: Just Another Day in Strawberryville
Genre: Strawberry Shortcake, crack
Length: ~1,100 words (yes, I am ashamed)
Rating: PG
Synopsis: In which Strawberry Shortcake goes to the park. [Alternate synopsis was “In which Cat rapes your childhood” but I thought that was a little harsh.]
Author’s Notes: For the cliche_bingo entry “jealousy” - I fully blame threnodyjones, johnnym77, and drag_on_king for this, and have the emails to prove it.
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is for the best.
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It was a beautiful day in Strawberryville. The sun was shining, the flowers blooming, and the fruit ever so ripe for the picking. The only thing more beautiful than the day was sweet little Strawberry Shortcake herself.
She adjusted one of her perfect little red curls to bounce just so, and strode out to meet both the day and the horde of friends that followed her wherever she went. Sure enough, she was barely three steps down Strawberry Lane when who should appear but Plum Puddin’, Apple Dumplin’, and Raspberry Tart?
“You look ever so lovely today!” Plum enthused, practically skipping up to meet her. Apple nodded earnestly and Raspberry smiled shyly.
“Thank you!” Strawberry responded. She was having a good hair day and found the most delightful pink to wear that day, so she wholeheartedly agreed with the assessment.
“What would you like to do today, Strawberry?” Raspberry asked.
She pretended to think about it a bit, putting one well-manicured nail to the tip of her lip. “Hmm, it’s been ages since we’ve been to the park and the carrousel, why don’t we go there?”
After a rousing chorus of how wonderful an idea it was, they were on their way. Along the way, they ran into more friends. Orange Blossom and Lemon Meringue agreed that it was a delightful day to spend at the park, and hustled to grab a picnic basket to make the day even more perfect, promising to join them after the first ride on the carrousel.
When they arrived at the park, Strawberry was ever so pleased to see Huckleberry Pie and dear, sweet Blueberry Muffin were already there. Huckleberry was helping Blueberry off the carousel, but immediately came up to Strawberry and her friends. “I didn’t know you were going to be here today,” he drawled with a grin.
“It’s such a perfect day for it, don’t you think?” she replied. She watched as Blueberry stumbled down the last step and brushed herself off, waiting until she came closer to greet her with, “Blueberry! So good to see you!”
Blueberry smiled sweetly and tried to cover her limp, offering, “Hi, Strawberry.”
“We were going to go ride the carousel,” Strawberry declared. “Would you like to come with?”
Blueberry looked at her, and then back to where she just came from. “Er, we were just there,” she shrugged.
“I’m up for another ride,” Huckleberry replied, gesturing to the softly spinning contraption.
As she passed her friend, Strawberry offered, “If you don’t want to go again, you can help Orange Blossom and Lemon Meringue. They should be here shortly with a picnic for all of us!”
Blueberry nodded and waved as they all climbed aboard. Strawberry watched as she sat down at one of the picnic tables, thinking it was so thoughtful of her to claim a place for them all to enjoy the rest of the day when the others came.
One ride became two became three as it really was one of her most favorite things to do and it had been two whole weeks since she had been here last. Finally, the group of friends disembarked, skipping over to where a fine lunch was being served. Mint Tulip and Crepe Suzette had brought snacks of their own and offered out a blanket for the friends to sit on while the food was artfully displayed on the table.
Strawberry regaled them with stories of her latest adventures and thanked Blueberry when she brought her seconds and even thirds when asked. The little sandwiches really were quite good, and she would have loved another, but there was a beautiful pie waiting for them all.
“Blueberry, could I please have a piece of that delicious looking pie?” she asked sweetly before continuing on with another tale.
When she looked up, Blueberry stood before her, spatula in hand, but no plate and definitely no pie.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, taking Huckleberry’s helping hand to stand. She could have sworn Blueberry’s eyes narrowed, but it was possible that was just the sun.
“Yes, there is something wrong,” Blueberry seethed, her tone advising Strawberry that it was perhaps not just the sun but something else bothering her friend.
“It is the pie?” Strawberry asked. “If we are out of that one, I can just have a tart.”
“It’s not the pie,” Blueberry assured her, taking a step closer. “There’s more than enough pie, they made sure of that. They always make sure of that.”
“Then what could it be?” Strawberry blinked.
Blueberry threw her hands up in the air, the spatula coming dangerously close to Strawberry’s face. “It’s you!” she screamed. “It’s always you. Everything is always you and always about you and everything is done for you and everyone rushes to be by you and it’s always you, you, oh so perfect you!”
Strawberry would have thanked her for the compliment, but did not think it was intended that way. “Blueberry...” she started placatingly, but was cut off.
“Oh no, you don’t get to ‘Blueberry’ your way out of this one!” her friend told her. “Your world revolves around you. Even the town is called ‘Strawberryville’, that’s how insane it is. Everything’s about you and everyone’s your friend and even my boyfriend leaves me hanging just to be close enough to say hi to you. No more, Strawberry, no more!”
Strawberry wasn’t sure what happened next. The spatula lunged at her, tearing through her pretty pink shirt. Plum pushed her to the ground just in time to avoid a slice to the face and Huckleberry tried to grab his erstwhile girlfriend, but to no avail. Blueberry slipped through his fingers and knocked Plum to the side, trying to get to Strawberry once again.
It was a blur of fruit colors as the friends tried to separate them, dragging Strawberry to safety while trying to restrain Blueberry. The tip of the spatula had broken off at one point and Blueberry chucked it at her, the sharpened edge glancing off of Raspberry’s arm instead. It took the combined efforts of nearly all the friends, but Blueberry was finally restrained, the picnic blanket wrapped around her while Huckleberry and Orange sat on her to keep her subdued until the authorities arrived.
Strawberry accepted the napkins offered to her by Lemon, thankful it was only a flesh wound and nothing serious. She offered some of the small cloths to Raspberry, all the while wondering what had just happened.
Raspberry, as always, seemed to sum it up best as she mopped the blood from her arm. “Wow,” she said, dabbing at the wound. “She’s really a fruitcake, isn’t she?”
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Feedback is welcomed, even for this.
Title: Just Another Day in Strawberryville
Genre: Strawberry Shortcake, crack
Length: ~1,100 words (yes, I am ashamed)
Rating: PG
Synopsis: In which Strawberry Shortcake goes to the park. [Alternate synopsis was “In which Cat rapes your childhood” but I thought that was a little harsh.]
Author’s Notes: For the cliche_bingo entry “jealousy” - I fully blame threnodyjones, johnnym77, and drag_on_king for this, and have the emails to prove it.
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is for the best.
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It was a beautiful day in Strawberryville. The sun was shining, the flowers blooming, and the fruit ever so ripe for the picking. The only thing more beautiful than the day was sweet little Strawberry Shortcake herself.
She adjusted one of her perfect little red curls to bounce just so, and strode out to meet both the day and the horde of friends that followed her wherever she went. Sure enough, she was barely three steps down Strawberry Lane when who should appear but Plum Puddin’, Apple Dumplin’, and Raspberry Tart?
“You look ever so lovely today!” Plum enthused, practically skipping up to meet her. Apple nodded earnestly and Raspberry smiled shyly.
“Thank you!” Strawberry responded. She was having a good hair day and found the most delightful pink to wear that day, so she wholeheartedly agreed with the assessment.
“What would you like to do today, Strawberry?” Raspberry asked.
She pretended to think about it a bit, putting one well-manicured nail to the tip of her lip. “Hmm, it’s been ages since we’ve been to the park and the carrousel, why don’t we go there?”
After a rousing chorus of how wonderful an idea it was, they were on their way. Along the way, they ran into more friends. Orange Blossom and Lemon Meringue agreed that it was a delightful day to spend at the park, and hustled to grab a picnic basket to make the day even more perfect, promising to join them after the first ride on the carrousel.
When they arrived at the park, Strawberry was ever so pleased to see Huckleberry Pie and dear, sweet Blueberry Muffin were already there. Huckleberry was helping Blueberry off the carousel, but immediately came up to Strawberry and her friends. “I didn’t know you were going to be here today,” he drawled with a grin.
“It’s such a perfect day for it, don’t you think?” she replied. She watched as Blueberry stumbled down the last step and brushed herself off, waiting until she came closer to greet her with, “Blueberry! So good to see you!”
Blueberry smiled sweetly and tried to cover her limp, offering, “Hi, Strawberry.”
“We were going to go ride the carousel,” Strawberry declared. “Would you like to come with?”
Blueberry looked at her, and then back to where she just came from. “Er, we were just there,” she shrugged.
“I’m up for another ride,” Huckleberry replied, gesturing to the softly spinning contraption.
As she passed her friend, Strawberry offered, “If you don’t want to go again, you can help Orange Blossom and Lemon Meringue. They should be here shortly with a picnic for all of us!”
Blueberry nodded and waved as they all climbed aboard. Strawberry watched as she sat down at one of the picnic tables, thinking it was so thoughtful of her to claim a place for them all to enjoy the rest of the day when the others came.
One ride became two became three as it really was one of her most favorite things to do and it had been two whole weeks since she had been here last. Finally, the group of friends disembarked, skipping over to where a fine lunch was being served. Mint Tulip and Crepe Suzette had brought snacks of their own and offered out a blanket for the friends to sit on while the food was artfully displayed on the table.
Strawberry regaled them with stories of her latest adventures and thanked Blueberry when she brought her seconds and even thirds when asked. The little sandwiches really were quite good, and she would have loved another, but there was a beautiful pie waiting for them all.
“Blueberry, could I please have a piece of that delicious looking pie?” she asked sweetly before continuing on with another tale.
When she looked up, Blueberry stood before her, spatula in hand, but no plate and definitely no pie.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, taking Huckleberry’s helping hand to stand. She could have sworn Blueberry’s eyes narrowed, but it was possible that was just the sun.
“Yes, there is something wrong,” Blueberry seethed, her tone advising Strawberry that it was perhaps not just the sun but something else bothering her friend.
“It is the pie?” Strawberry asked. “If we are out of that one, I can just have a tart.”
“It’s not the pie,” Blueberry assured her, taking a step closer. “There’s more than enough pie, they made sure of that. They always make sure of that.”
“Then what could it be?” Strawberry blinked.
Blueberry threw her hands up in the air, the spatula coming dangerously close to Strawberry’s face. “It’s you!” she screamed. “It’s always you. Everything is always you and always about you and everything is done for you and everyone rushes to be by you and it’s always you, you, oh so perfect you!”
Strawberry would have thanked her for the compliment, but did not think it was intended that way. “Blueberry...” she started placatingly, but was cut off.
“Oh no, you don’t get to ‘Blueberry’ your way out of this one!” her friend told her. “Your world revolves around you. Even the town is called ‘Strawberryville’, that’s how insane it is. Everything’s about you and everyone’s your friend and even my boyfriend leaves me hanging just to be close enough to say hi to you. No more, Strawberry, no more!”
Strawberry wasn’t sure what happened next. The spatula lunged at her, tearing through her pretty pink shirt. Plum pushed her to the ground just in time to avoid a slice to the face and Huckleberry tried to grab his erstwhile girlfriend, but to no avail. Blueberry slipped through his fingers and knocked Plum to the side, trying to get to Strawberry once again.
It was a blur of fruit colors as the friends tried to separate them, dragging Strawberry to safety while trying to restrain Blueberry. The tip of the spatula had broken off at one point and Blueberry chucked it at her, the sharpened edge glancing off of Raspberry’s arm instead. It took the combined efforts of nearly all the friends, but Blueberry was finally restrained, the picnic blanket wrapped around her while Huckleberry and Orange sat on her to keep her subdued until the authorities arrived.
Strawberry accepted the napkins offered to her by Lemon, thankful it was only a flesh wound and nothing serious. She offered some of the small cloths to Raspberry, all the while wondering what had just happened.
Raspberry, as always, seemed to sum it up best as she mopped the blood from her arm. “Wow,” she said, dabbing at the wound. “She’s really a fruitcake, isn’t she?”
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Feedback is welcomed, even for this.