“Tweebs!!!!” Kim hollered as she chased after her menacing brothers.
“Sorry Kim,” came the synchronized reply as they flew down the stairs and
into the kitchen where their mother was working on their dinner.
The twins ran over to Mother Possible and shielded themselves away from their
fuming older sister.
“Argh! You are so dead!” Kim got out between clenched teeth standing a foot
away from them hands fisted at her sides staring at her brothers with so much
rage they both felt it and ducked behind their mother more.
Mrs. Possible just stood there in her apron taking everything in and sighed
slightly. “Now Kimmy, it’s not nice to say such things. I’m sure whatever the
boys did couldn’t of been that bad.”
“Do you know what they did to my cheerleading uniform…or at least what’s
left of it?!” Kim screeched in outrage.
“We were just testing out our new duplicator,” Tim said.
“And we wanted to do something nice for your birthday,” Jim finished, both
still hiding behind the exasperated woman.
“Boys, that was a sweet gesture,” she said slowly letting them know that she
disapproved despite her words. “Kim I’m sure you have more uniforms-”
“That’s just it though! Thanks to the Tweebs I don’t anymore. They’re all
shredded or a pile of material” Kim sighed falling against the refrigerator
blowing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
Mrs. Possible just looked down at her sons in a motherly stern way.
“We know. Go to our rooms” They said dejectedly as they walked out shoulders
slumped.
Kim ran a hand over her face, and sighed loudly “Just what Bonnie needed,
another reason to ridicule me. Argh!” Kim muttered as she walked ove (more…)