Fan Fiction ❯ Swampy and Nipper in: RumChuggers ❯ The Idea ( Chapter 1 )

Nipper paced across his drawer. He had an idea, a perfectly perfect idea. No longer could he wait to tell his homeboy, Swampy. With a quick sigh he crawled over to his computer and began to type. He like to type. He, really like to type. Do you like typing? Nipper does, but enough about Nipper. So, with this he began typing up an email, silently mouthing every word that he typed. Just as he was about to finish it up, there was a knock at his drawer. It was most likely Pluto-chan, his "Mother". It knocked again.

"Nipper?" It was definatly Pluto-chan, "Nippppppppppperrrr~!?" Pluto-chan was weird, I mean, who else would take in a sock (a magical sock at that) and care for it. Only Pluto-chan, or wait, Pluto-chan and Cutey. Nipper opened up. "Nipper, honey~! You have a phone call." She handed him the phone.

"Ello." Nipper said cooly.

"Yo. This is Swampy."

"Hey dude. Whass up?"

"I have an idea, a perfectly perfect idea. I couldn't wait to tell you, dude."

Nipper couldn't believe his so called lint ears, "No way, dude. I do too!"

Swampy laughed, "No way, dude. Lemme tell mine first. Well, you know how we are `musically inclined'?"

Nipper had to disagree, "...No... we aren't....."

"Shaddup."

Ha ha. You thought they would have the same idea, didn't you? Well, your wrong.

"Anyway..... We are `musically inclined'.... Right?"

Nipper sighed, "Yesssssss?"

"Well, we could start a BAND!!" Swampy replied with most excite.

"We can't do that. We don't know a thing about music."

Pluto-chan stood there, having no idea what her son, Nipper, was talking about. In this, she just assumed Swampy suggested starting a band. She smiled with all glee. This, gave her a perfect idea, too. But, that shall stay `hush hush' until later.

"Swampes? Can I tell you *my* idea now?"

Swampy sighed, he thought it was a perfectly perfect idea, but obviously not to everyone, "Sure..."

"Well, band.. yes.. music no...." Nipper said , "We can pay someone to write the music for us, but we make the lyrics up."

"I guess that's cool though. Even though we aren't musically inclined, we still know how to play the eletric guitar and bass. Don't we?"

"....Errr........ sure we do...."

"Then that's that, then." Swampy said with a tone of anxiousness

"Ok, then..." Nipper hung up. It was their thing, hanging up before saying goodbye.

"...So....?" Pluto-chan asked grabbing the phone back.

"..What? Nothing."

Pluto-chan sighed as she placed the phone on the receiver. poink! She had an idea. With a smile she dialed the number to Cutey's.

"Cuuuuuuuutey~!"

"Pluto-chan, mah Homie!!!! Whats up? Nipper problems?" Cutey asked flipping through Swampy's Pantyhose magazine.

"Nipper and Swampy are plotting great evil....." She weeped.

"O..k... what do you mean?"

"What to start a band?"

"O_O O..kay.... This doesn't have anything to do with Nipper and Swampy, does it?" Cutey smirked with a cat like grin.

"We shall call it....."

"Ever-Caring Mansock Owners!!!" They said together, "Yay!"

Cutey sighed in relief. She had always wanted a band... okay, maybe not, but still.... It is kinda refreshing, "Ahh.... This feeling reminds me of a brisk winter morning!"

"Haha! It does, doesn't it? Hoorah~!" Pluto-chan laughed. "It bewilders me, though."

And so, with the inside jokes commented, the two hung up. I guess you can say hanging up without saying goodbye was their thing too. But honestly, folks... What is the point? I'm afraid we'll never know.

Nipper loved the idea of starting a band. What better way to make money? That's right, the is no better way to make money. You know, this is starting to remind me of a brisk winter morning. So, back to Nipper. Nipper crawled out of his drawer, scanned the surroundings, and quickly made his way down the dresser. He was sneaking out, obviously. Being a Mansock as he was, he heard footstep walking closer. This made him worried, so he swiftly snuck behind the dresser. Minutes later, after concluding that it was "safe" he made a run for the door.