Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Chapter One - The BAMF Raccoon

This is Cleetus Boceifus.  Hot, huh?  Well, this IS a prettacy...

Traits are:
Computer Whiz
Eco Friendly
Heavy Sleeper
No sense of Humor

He wants to be the leader of the free world.  Good luck dude.


First thing he did was watch TV.  Yeah, that's a good leader right there.


Suddenly, he sprouted long, luscious locks!  wtf.

Cleetus:  :D


He couldn't resist the siren's song of the ice cream truck, even though he had JUST EATEN.

Cleetus:  But... Ice cream!

YOU JUST ATE!


Cleetus:  Hey bb.  You know... I'm a yeti.

Alouette:  Yes... yes you are.



Cleetus:  Cool.  Vote for me!


He then met Kim.

Cleetus:  I gots me a house.  You got one?

Kim:  ...Yes?

Cleetus:  Cool.


Then, Cleetus got a NEW house, because my file got corrupted.

Cleetus:  :D :D :D

Yes, he was so ugly the save just stopped working.


Some new neighbors welcomed him to the neighborhood.  I bet they wished he'd just leave once he opened the door.

Cleetus:  Hai I'm Cleetus Boceifus.

Vallari:  Um... nice name... I think it's spelled wrong.

So is yours.


Juanita and Barrington went directly inside, and Cleetus and Vallari talked about talking.  Somehow, at the end of this, Vallari was mortally offended.


Pics or it didn't happen, you say?

She eventually got back up though.


Cleetus just left her sorry ass out there and went in to talk about superstardom, something he would never achieve, to Juanita.

Barrington:  You're a trashy piece of trash, Cleetus.  You're the whole trashcan.  I hate you.

Cleetus: Then why are you here?


Barrington: I'm here for this masterpiece, uhhh yeah.  We're gonna get together and go to sleep.

Juanita: So romantic!


Cleetus went to sleep, then, probably so Juanita and Barrington couldn't steal the bed.  This is how Cleetus sleeps, evidently.


Racoon: I'm a BAMF, maaaayn, I knocked that trashcan CLEAN OVER!


The next morning, Cleetus ran three blocks thataway to go shoo the raccoon BAMF from the night before.


There was BAMF, knocking over another trashcan.  Cleetus said screw that; he couldn't take BAMF.  So, he just turned around and went to work.


(Apologies for shortness, my carpal tunnel is bothering me.)

Hope you like anyway!

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