Well, you guys have waited long enough, here's Chapter five!
Housepets: A ‘Simple’ Date
Chapter 5
Written by Tha Housedog (Writer switch MWAHAHAHA)
Reviewed by lightwolf21
Yes! I can’t believe it! Grape said yes! thought Peanut as he danced into the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and placed it on the counter. He then removed a box of “Munch O’s” from the pantry and a carton of milk from the fridge. He mixed the two in said bowl and plopped down in a chair at the table to eat it. Peanut quickly and happily ate his “Munch O’s.”
About halfway through his meal, a thought hit Peanut.
That’s great that I got Grape to agree to a date, but I haven’t done anything to get it set up. But who do I ask? Peanut mulled over this until he had about finished the bowl of cereal, when something clicked in his head. “I know who to ask!” Peanut sped out the front door of the Sandwich house, stopping only to grab his green scarf, leaving his bowl of cereal on the table.
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Grape still stood there in their shared room, still dazed.
What did I just get myself into, she thought.
Why was I so eager to accept? It’ll kill both of our reputations! But, for some odd reason, I didn’t care. Maybe, just maybe.… Grape shook her head and sighed. “Well, I have a date tonight, better get freshened up. She left the room and made a beeline for the bathroom to fix her eyelashes up for the date.
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Peanut took in the sights as he walked down the street. It was cold morning, and the snowstorm itself was numbing, but the layer of snow that blanketed everything was so serene that it could calm even the angriest of souls. Everything was covered in pure white: the houses, the trees, the fences… Even some animals, the few that were brave enough to be outside, were lightly cloaked in a thin layer of snow. Peanut stopped to appreciate the beauty of it all. A few moments later, he remembered what he was doing. “Oh, that’s right; I have to go see a certain someone.” Peanut resumed his walk down the street.
Eventually, he arrived at a pretty standard-sized doghouse. A sign on the side denoted its owner: Joey. Peanut tapped on the door a few times, and the door opened. A groan could be heard from inside. Joey poked his head out, and when he noticed it was Peanut, he opened the door farther and stepped out.
“Oh, hey, Peanut, what brings you here in this cold? If I had my choice, I’d be back in my doghouse wrapped up in a blanket.”
“Sorry to make you leave your cozy-looking doghouse, but it’s important!”
“ Important, huh? Okay, I’ll bite. What is it?” Joey folded his arms.
“You have to promise that you won’t tell
anyone what I’m about to tell you, alright?” Peanut had a look of urgency on his face. Joey could tell Peanut was convinced that this was of the utmost secrecy. Joey nodded.
“No problem, Peanut. I promise I won’t tell anybody about what you’re about to tell me.” Joey held his right hand up as he said it, as if he was swearing upon a stack of Bibles.
“Okay.” Peanut’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I got a date with Grape, and, well, I need help getting it set up. Will you help me, please? Do you know anyone that could help?” Peanut’s hands were clasped together, and his face turned from “dog” to “puppy”. The eyes, oh yes, the eyes! Peanut’s sky-blue eyes had grown to three times their normal size, and his ears drooped back. He even started to whimper a bit.
“Whoa, okay, Peanut, there’s no need for the ‘puppy dog’ face. I’ll help. I even know a few people who could get this date set up without a hitch. You can count on me! Just have you and Grape ready by four this afternoon! I’ll call you around three with the specifics, all right?”
“Wow, sounds like you already have a plan!” Peanut beamed.
“A plan for what?” A tiny, squeaky voice had appeared. Squeak jumped on Joey’s shoulder and said, “Hey there, Peanut. How’s everybody’s favorite Spot (Superdog) writer?”
Peanut blushed. He had forgotten all about Joey (and by extension, Squeak) having gotten to read his Spot (Superdog) comics! “Uh… Nothing!”
Smooth. “So, um… How did you like them?”
Joey replied, “Peanut, they were really good. I don’t get why you won’t see about getting them published! I’m sure they would do extremely well!” Peanut blushed harder this time. His face was completely red. He stammered, “U-uh… I um…I-I just don’t think it’s a good idea… What if somebody hates it?”
“Peanut, there will
always be people who disagree with or flat out hate your work. But what matters is whether or not
you feel comfortable with what you’ve drawn. Just keep that in mind, okay?” Squeak sounded almost… motherly.
Peanut felt better. “Thanks, Squeak. I’ll think about getting the comics published, but I won’t promise anything.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Peanut; I’m going to go make a few calls. When I have ‘it’ set up, I’ll call you. Bye! And good luck with ‘it’!” Joey waved as he went back inside his doghouse, Squeak still on his shoulder.
“Yeah, bye!” Peanut said, turning around. He walked down the street, but not back toward the Sandwich house. No, Peanut had somewhere
else to go, first…
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