The math textbook blurred before Colby's drooping eyes. The too many rows of unsolved fraction multiplication were starting to swim right off the paper and leak out into the undeserving world.
"It's only 5:00, bro. We can't give in now."
He groaned and planted his face into the cherry kitchen table. Neither he nor Nat were exceptionally bad at math, but neither of them completely grasped this concept yet.
Then the wailing started up.
"Okay, that's it. We've gotta blow this popsicle stand. Brumby can go find three quarters and ship it with seven tenths to see for herself what becomes of it."
Colby looked up in her general direction, pretty much blind and deaf to everything except his little sister's cries. To his bleary eyes, Nat was just an indistinct smear of silver and sky blue.
After balling his hands up and stuffing them into his ears the best he could, he got up on weak legs and padded into the living room to where the pink bassinet sat beside the leather sofa. With a dozen layers of lacy ruffle descending down the sides, the thing looked more like a wedding gown than a baby basket. "No, Alexis," he whimpered uselessly to the fuzzy source of all unrest. "Mom's trying to sleep. So...please?" He reached out to touch her black button nose and got his finger locked in a one-toothed bite in return....which somehow actually hurt. But, hey, silence.
Alexis was barely two weeks old and already making her mark on the world. With crazy blue eyes and frost-tipped russet fur, she was the most insanely pretty baby anyone around here had ever seen.
But with visual perfection came came auditive torture.
The last time anyone in the Thomas house had gotten actual sleep was Christmas Eve, ironically enough. Then Christmas Day came, bringing with it this inconsolable screaming bundle. Even though Colby already loved Alexis with nothing short of his heart and soul, he would've been perfectly happy just with wrappable gifts.
Colby sighed and carefully removed his finger from her mouth. Her face scrunched itself up with indignation- a warning that should've sent the both of them fleeing the premises. Then her jaw threw itself open, letting loose a volley of feral screeches that belonged in a horror movie.
Colby backed all the up into the kitchen table, hands up in absolute surrender. "Okay, I agree. How about..." He whipped around with a grin he hoped couldn't be said no to. "A movie? Frozen 2's still in theaters."
Nat stared at him. Her orange lips twitched like she was fighting something unsavory that wanted to come out of her mouth. "Okay, so maybe not that."
"Why?" Colby waggled his eyebrows.
Nat was immediately giggling- precisely the reaction he'd hoped he'd get. "Don't you think we're just a little old for musical Disney princess movies?"
Colby crossed his arms. "It's not a---" He pouted after he'd thought that over. "Okay, fine, so it is, but it's an epic musical Disney princess movie."
Nat suddenly broke out into a suspiciously triumphant grin. "Okay, so you might have a point there. But I've got something that'll decide this once and for all."
"And?"
"Closest movie theater is like forty miles away." It was Nat's turn for eyebrow waggling.
Colby's face reddened beneath his fur. "I totally knew that."
Nat got up from her chair to elbow him in the ribs, but she had to bend over considerably to perform that. When did she get that tall? "But we're skedaddling regardless. Bradley Park. Last one there can't sleep tonight until they finish the rest of our math."
Colby backed up into the living room, shaking his head adamantly. "I can't---I've gotta tell---"
"Then tell her already," Nat grumbled, slouching against the table like she was about to liquefy and ooze onto the floor.
His eyes trailed up the stairs and his tail drooped. "But she's asleep."
Nat rolled her emerald eyes disbelievingly. The smokey plum eyeshadow she was wearing gave them distinct sorceress vibes. "Totally. You either wake her or we go without a trace. Your movie, your choice."
Colby stared at her, deadpan. "We're not actually going to a movie."
Nat threw her hands up in the air. Her palms wore the wore the words Never opened myself and this way. "Same difference."
Frowning, Colby reluctantly angled his head toward the stairs. "Hey, Mom, can we--"
He was forced to halt as Nat madly gestured out a scowling correction.
He sighed. It seemed he'd been committing such acts of roguery more than ever at Nat's encouraging. "Mom, we are going out."
There was a distinctive creaking of the floorboards. "Sure, whatever, Colb." Nola sounded like she was no more responsive than a black bear in January.
Colby didn't look at Nat when he headed for the door.
But, suddenly, the air shimmered and contorted before his eyes, and then there wasn't just a door.
He felt Nat come up alongside him as he stared into a whirling vortex of exotic plants that definitely weren't from around here. Somehow, he knew with certainty that if he took a single step forward, he could experience the foreign forest for himself.
"Oh, we really are going out." Nat whistled long and low, rubbing her hands together with anticipation.
Colby couldn't move anything but his mouth. "That's...no...September was..."
"Yeah, but you left me behind in September." Nat went through the awkward procedure of elbowing him again, but it was nearly hard enough to send him into the intruding dimension involuntarily. "This time, I get to see just how weird things can get for myself."
She offered her hand to him. He reached up to take it, but then his knees locked and he gave no sign of being responsive ever again.
Nat heaved a huge sigh and grabbed Colby by the shoulders, squeezing a yip out of him.
Hugging him tight to her chest, she took a few paces back and flung them into the rift with a running start.
"INTO THE UNKNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN."
"It's only 5:00, bro. We can't give in now."
He groaned and planted his face into the cherry kitchen table. Neither he nor Nat were exceptionally bad at math, but neither of them completely grasped this concept yet.
Then the wailing started up.
"Okay, that's it. We've gotta blow this popsicle stand. Brumby can go find three quarters and ship it with seven tenths to see for herself what becomes of it."
Colby looked up in her general direction, pretty much blind and deaf to everything except his little sister's cries. To his bleary eyes, Nat was just an indistinct smear of silver and sky blue.
After balling his hands up and stuffing them into his ears the best he could, he got up on weak legs and padded into the living room to where the pink bassinet sat beside the leather sofa. With a dozen layers of lacy ruffle descending down the sides, the thing looked more like a wedding gown than a baby basket. "No, Alexis," he whimpered uselessly to the fuzzy source of all unrest. "Mom's trying to sleep. So...please?" He reached out to touch her black button nose and got his finger locked in a one-toothed bite in return....which somehow actually hurt. But, hey, silence.
Alexis was barely two weeks old and already making her mark on the world. With crazy blue eyes and frost-tipped russet fur, she was the most insanely pretty baby anyone around here had ever seen.
But with visual perfection came came auditive torture.
The last time anyone in the Thomas house had gotten actual sleep was Christmas Eve, ironically enough. Then Christmas Day came, bringing with it this inconsolable screaming bundle. Even though Colby already loved Alexis with nothing short of his heart and soul, he would've been perfectly happy just with wrappable gifts.
Colby sighed and carefully removed his finger from her mouth. Her face scrunched itself up with indignation- a warning that should've sent the both of them fleeing the premises. Then her jaw threw itself open, letting loose a volley of feral screeches that belonged in a horror movie.
Colby backed all the up into the kitchen table, hands up in absolute surrender. "Okay, I agree. How about..." He whipped around with a grin he hoped couldn't be said no to. "A movie? Frozen 2's still in theaters."
Nat stared at him. Her orange lips twitched like she was fighting something unsavory that wanted to come out of her mouth. "Okay, so maybe not that."
"Why?" Colby waggled his eyebrows.
Nat was immediately giggling- precisely the reaction he'd hoped he'd get. "Don't you think we're just a little old for musical Disney princess movies?"
Colby crossed his arms. "It's not a---" He pouted after he'd thought that over. "Okay, fine, so it is, but it's an epic musical Disney princess movie."
Nat suddenly broke out into a suspiciously triumphant grin. "Okay, so you might have a point there. But I've got something that'll decide this once and for all."
"And?"
"Closest movie theater is like forty miles away." It was Nat's turn for eyebrow waggling.
Colby's face reddened beneath his fur. "I totally knew that."
Nat got up from her chair to elbow him in the ribs, but she had to bend over considerably to perform that. When did she get that tall? "But we're skedaddling regardless. Bradley Park. Last one there can't sleep tonight until they finish the rest of our math."
Colby backed up into the living room, shaking his head adamantly. "I can't---I've gotta tell---"
"Then tell her already," Nat grumbled, slouching against the table like she was about to liquefy and ooze onto the floor.
His eyes trailed up the stairs and his tail drooped. "But she's asleep."
Nat rolled her emerald eyes disbelievingly. The smokey plum eyeshadow she was wearing gave them distinct sorceress vibes. "Totally. You either wake her or we go without a trace. Your movie, your choice."
Colby stared at her, deadpan. "We're not actually going to a movie."
Nat threw her hands up in the air. Her palms wore the wore the words Never opened myself and this way. "Same difference."
Frowning, Colby reluctantly angled his head toward the stairs. "Hey, Mom, can we--"
He was forced to halt as Nat madly gestured out a scowling correction.
He sighed. It seemed he'd been committing such acts of roguery more than ever at Nat's encouraging. "Mom, we are going out."
There was a distinctive creaking of the floorboards. "Sure, whatever, Colb." Nola sounded like she was no more responsive than a black bear in January.
Colby didn't look at Nat when he headed for the door.
But, suddenly, the air shimmered and contorted before his eyes, and then there wasn't just a door.
He felt Nat come up alongside him as he stared into a whirling vortex of exotic plants that definitely weren't from around here. Somehow, he knew with certainty that if he took a single step forward, he could experience the foreign forest for himself.
"Oh, we really are going out." Nat whistled long and low, rubbing her hands together with anticipation.
Colby couldn't move anything but his mouth. "That's...no...September was..."
"Yeah, but you left me behind in September." Nat went through the awkward procedure of elbowing him again, but it was nearly hard enough to send him into the intruding dimension involuntarily. "This time, I get to see just how weird things can get for myself."
She offered her hand to him. He reached up to take it, but then his knees locked and he gave no sign of being responsive ever again.
Nat heaved a huge sigh and grabbed Colby by the shoulders, squeezing a yip out of him.
Hugging him tight to her chest, she took a few paces back and flung them into the rift with a running start.
"INTO THE UNKNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN."
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