The Adventures of Sock-ee, the Lost Sock:
Enter a lost sock named Sock-ee, alone. Or so he thinks...
Sock-ee: I'm lost!
Drawer: The sock can talk!
Sock-ee: Who said that?
Drawer: It is I, the magnificent Drawer. I hold many things in my impressive and respectable collection.
Sock-ee: Really? It seems pretty empty here... *Looks around*
A cricket chirps.
Sock-ee: AHH! A cricket!
Drawer: Ahh, my friend Billy. Billy the cricket. Nice to see ya, Billy.
Billy: *Chirps twice*
Sock-ee: *Gasps* Did he just say...?
Drawer: Billy! Don't use that type of language when I have a guest!
Billy: *Chirps once*
Drawer: No, Billy, you may not hop inside of him. He's probably dirty, anyway.
Sock-ee: Excuse me, I'm squeaky clean! I was washed just before I got... lost!
Drawer: You're not lost. You're inside me. You know me, so therefore, you are not lost.
Sock-ee: But I am lost! Help me out of here!
Drawer: I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll do that.
Sock-ee: Why not?!?
Drawer: Because I'm tired and don't feel like opening...
Sock-ee: You...! Let me out, you meanie!
Drawer: You've offended me. Now I definitely won't help you. Goodnight.
Sock-ee: But... bu... but... I need help!
Awkward silence for a minute or two
Billy: *Chirps thrice*
Sock-ee: Shut it, Billy.
Sock-ee sits around for a few hours in silence, contemplating and scheming ways to get out of Drawer.
Footsteps vibrate the wooden Drawer. They are nearing it.
Sock-ee: Huh? Is someone... Is someone there?
Drawer opens. A little girl peers inside.
Little girl: Mommy and Daddy's dwa-wew!
Sock-ee hops out of Drawer.
Little girl: *Screams* A moving sock!
The little girl's father runs in.
Father: What's going on? Honey, are you okay? Holy Flapjacks, you opened the drawer!
Little girl: But, Daddy, the sock moved!
Father (in a hillbilly accent): Oh, honey, that's just a figment of your i-maj-er-a-shun.
Little girl: *Looks confused* Daddy, I thought Mommy told you to stop using your hiwll-biwlly accent!
Father: *Looks worried* Oh, you're right, she did. Please don't tell her I said that. So, let's get this drawer closed up, shall we? *Closes drawer and catches finger in it* Dangflabbet!
Little girl: *Gasps* I'm telling Mommy!
Father: No! I beg of you! *Drops to his knees*
Little girl: I'm telling...
Both exit the room bickering.
Sock-ee: Phew. That was close!
Billy: *Chirps four times*
Sock-ee: Aww, man! You got out, too?
Billy: *Chirps five times*
Sock-ee: Fine, you can come, but you have to be good.
Billy: *Chirps twice*
Sock-ee: Don't insult me! That's it; I'm leaving you here.
Billy: *Chirps seven times*
Sock-ee: Billy, don't beg. That's degrading. Now, hop along. I need to find my way back to my home.
Billy: *Chirps six times*
Sock-ee: Billy, just leave!
Billy hops off into a corner.
Sock-ee: Now, where should I go?
Sock-ee hops to the door, which is opened by a woman.
Woman: There you are. I knew my daughter's sock was somewhere! Let's wash you; you're pretty dirty.
The woman picks up Sock-ee.
Sock-ee: No!
Woman: Did the sock just...? Clarice, get a hold of yourself. You want to stay out of the crazy house, don't you? Maybe I don't... Maybe I do! Shut up! Quit arguing with me!
The woman walks to the washing machine and drops Sock-ee in it.
Sock-ee: No!
Woman: There. Now let's go make some dinner. No, I don't want to! Yes, you do!
Woman walks off, talking to herself.
Sock-ee: Huh? The washing machine... It's not moving! I'm safe!
A few chirps echo throughout the machine.
Sock-ee: Oh, no.
This was for Meep's Laugh Fest Contest. It's probably painfully obvious that I'm trying to be funny, since I'm not that great with humor. Haha. Bye!
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