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| Episode 6: The Funny Farm |
| Page 7 |
| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| Paul, exited with joy, rushed up under the fence and grabbed it, and then hopped back over to the safety of the right-of-way. �HAHAHAHAHA! YOU LOST, you pony freaky thing you!� Mary Lou, pissed that she had been outsmarted by something smaller than she, whinnied, and ran towards the fence. Paul freaked out and broke into a run, not before putting his hat on though, and the pony chased him all the way to the farm, until Mary Lou gave up and went back to eating grass. Paul, not paying attention, continued to haul ass, and ran up the driveway of the farm to the Navigator, yelling behind him, �Nobody can outwit the PAUL!� Meanwhile, back at the Ranch� Holly held onto Kyle�s hand tightly and pulled him towards the small creek that split the farm�s land in half. She gestured towards the flowing waters, recalling the history of the Ranch, and name-dropping all the famous patients they had had. Kyle lit another cigarette, and said, �Aren�t you supposed to keep that info confidential?� �Why sugah plum, this ain�t a medical facility! We can tattle all we want!� Holly replied. �Great�I�m glad Adam will just LOVE it here,� he said. He then got an idea, and asked, �Can you all get rid of some people�s nasty habits?� �Like what, baby doll?� Holly asked. Kyle sat next to the creek, assumed a sexy pose, and then replied, �Well, Adam has a nasty habit of stealing my pants. And not just any pants, my best ones, my concert ones. And his ass just can NOT fit into them properly. Can you all get him to stop that?� Holly, now barely able to control herself, sat beside him and cooed, �Of course, sugah�we can do anything. I can do anything for you, baby.� Kyle looked at Holly over the end of his cigarette, and raised an eyebrow, not wanting to miss any chance at action. �Like what, babe?� �I know what you need�you big Kyle, you�� Holly said in a sultry voice, moving her hand up his leg to his chest. �Just let lil� ol� me give it to you.� �Oh hell yeah!� Kyle exclaimed, leaving all thoughts of his faithful guitar solos behind, and ready for some freaky gnome loving. Just as he closed his eyes and moved in for a kiss, he suddenly felt something sharp against his cheek. �What the hell?� he said as he opened his eyes. �Oh baby, baby,� Holly moaned, Gillette Mach 3 in hand, which she had pulled out of a secret pocket in her toga. �You need a shave!� �WHAT?! Hell no! Get the fuck off me!� Kyle cried, pushing the girl off him, and standing up. �I thought we were going to get it on!� �Eww, no, you�re not my type. But come here, baby, sugah, plum diddly doo pie, you need a shave!� �No! Nobody touches the Kyle Beard!� he bellowed, and backed away from Holly. She got up and moved closer to him, �Oh, come on now�you know you want to�I can cool your face afterwards in the creek�come on, baby�� �Hell no!� Kyle screamed, and ran off to the safety of the Navigator. �Damn!� Holly sighed, and threw the razor into the creek. �Another good beard has gotten away from me.� Meanwhile back on another part of the Ranch� |