Fan Fiction ❯ Swampy and Nipper in: RumChuggers ❯ Splendid Super Models ( Chapter 2 )

~*Back at Swampy's Lair*~

Swampy flipped through the channels on his TV. Nothing was on, nothing was ever on. What get's him though, is the fact that he has 500 channels, an whaddya know? Nothing. Zip. Zero. He sighed, and took a chug of the rum sitting next to him. It glowed from the light shining from the TV. Then, he grabbed the remote and turned it off. Maybe his afternoon wasn't going to be spent al on TV afterall... maybe. Sitting up, he glanced around his room taking a good look at it. After they were famous, he would probably never be back here again. Oh well.

knock knock

Swampy rolled his eyes, "Whaaaaaat?"

knock knock

"Gr......." he mumbles to himself as he silently opened up his door. It was Nipper. "Hey-ay ay! Nipmeister!" He signaled Nipper to come in.

"Hey Swampy.... I was thinking we should start the Band. Like, today. I need to get out of my drawer.." Nipper said in a monotone.

"I guess we can do that, dude. I already came up with a name..."

Nipper scanned Swampy's drawer. Everything was scattered everywhere, rum bottles were placed everywhere. Even the pantyhose posters above his bed were coming off. Nipper walked over to take a good look at the poster. They were two super models.

"Hey Nipper, what are they're names?"

Swampy walked over to Nipper to take a good look at the poster, "Them? They're the Supermodels. They're sisters. Heh.. their parents must be lucky, scoring twice." Swampy laughed to himself.

Nipper rolled his eyes, "Hey dude, I didn'k ask their life story. I asked their names."

"Well, then that would be Sara and Nina." he replied, drooling.

Swampy picked up his magazine from off the floor, pointing out the two Pantyhose on the cover, "They're there, too. Hehe."

"... So yea... band.. band band band.." Nipper commented taking the magazine to flip through, seating himself of Swampy's bed.

"Whudda 'bout it?" he said taking a chug of some rum, "We need a good name. I have some ideas."

"You always have ideas." Nipper said with a smirk.

"Shuddup. I was thinking.... Sock Drawer Chronicles."

"Oh yea, that'll grab everyone's attention." Nipper joked, "We need soemthing shorter. Something that'll actually grab people's attention. Like RumChugger's... I dunno.."

"Hey, that's perf--"

knock knock

"Swampy my son!"

"What is itttt? We're kinda busy!..." Swampy sighed as he flipped through his pantyhose magazine.

"Oh nothing" Cutey, who had knocked (just so you know X3) replied with an evil grin. "Hey.... whose in there with you anyway?" As if she didn't already know.

Nipper put a finger up to his mouth. "Shhh.... I'm not here, really."

"Er.... me...?"

"......" Cutey didn't say anything. "Ok then..." She walked away shaking her head.

A few minutes later, they continued their talk.

"Well... You know? I think if we try to play, we might be good. We just aren't 'musically inclined'." As pointed out by Nipper.

"Thats trues.. thats true." Swampy mumbled as he took a sip of rum. "Maybe we could get a teacher?"

Nipper nodded, "If we want a band though... So yea, I'm am gonna go see what we can do tomorow. Teacher wise, that is."

"Ok dude."

Just then, everything was abruptly stopped. No one said anything for quite a long time. It was an odd moment though, no one knowing why, but everything just seemed to stop... for a short amount of time, anyway.

Swampy coughed, "So......"

"Yea.... it was like our conversation abruptly ended..."

"Yea... you can say that? Then again, I can say that, and so can Cutey. Even... bun Bun BUN..... Pluto-chan. You know?"

"You don't say?" Nipper remarked sarcasticaly, "Even Pluto-chan.. man, wow."

"Quiet, young grasshopper."

"...Ok..."

And thus, this end's our little chapter. It wasn't very important, but... whatever. This is my story, anyway~! XD