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Aww, I came up with this story while I was on the 5 hour car drive from Tempe to Polacca, AZ. I started wondering how Big Person would do with the Teenys on a long car drive.
An inane car drive can make your imagination very fertile
Absolutely! Pass 'em around. It'd be fun to hear her comments.
Pops right up before your eye
He's no bigger than your thumb
"Snap your fingers, here I come
Now stop me if you've heard this one..."
Don't look in the sky
Don't look in the sea
He's inside of you and me
"Did I ever tell you about the time?..
You can't tell a hero by his size
(Together)
"I'm just a Teeny Little Super Guy"
Just a Teeny Little Super Guy
Oh yeah!
*haha this made me laugh bc i can see like damian dressing up like a superhero and making Dan Tim and Andy sing it haha*
"Sorry, it's top secret"
now im wondering what the secret is lol
I just had an idea for a Teeny story. I may have to write it at school tomorrow. Or maybe Wednesday...
"I bought a new cd player and was having trouble configuring all the wiring. Luckily, Runty Rusty was kind enough to help. He laid on his stomach, with the instruction manuel spawled out in front of him, reading with his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. Every now and then, he'd look up, point at some wires, and tell me where they should go. Diminutive Dan stood by my cd collection, picking out what music he wanted to hear first. After awhile, Runty Rusty said he needed a snack, so we all went off to the kitchen to make a little something to eat. As we came back into the living room with our snacks, we saw Little Damian staring curiously at the speaker system. "It's not quite done yet," Runty Rusty told Little Damian. Little Damian nodded. "I see. So?..."
"Yeah?"
"So, what does this button do?" Little Damian asked, impulsively pushing the button.
'Uh, I wouldn't do that---" Runty Rusty tried to say. But it was too late. The moment Little Damian pushed the button, there was a large flash of light. Sparks shot out, and little Damian flew backward, landing spread-eagle on the floor. We all rushed over.
"Oh my gosh! Little Damian, are you alright?!" I exclaimed.
Slowly, he raised his little head. His hair was completely disheveled. "Yeah, I think so."
He said he felt that maybe he should go take a short nap. A little while later, I asked Tiny Tim how Little Damian was doing. "Eh, he's not any stranger than usual."
"If usual is insane," Diminutive Dan added.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"You'll probably see very shortly," Runty Rusty sighed.
Little Damian emerged from the pantry wearing a bathrobe. "Ah, Tim, my mild mannered side kick." He said. "Come, we have much crime to fight."
"Uh, say what?" I was confused.
"Ever since getting that electric shock, I have super hero powers," Little Damian said matter-of-factly.
"Uh, say what?" I repeated.
"You heard him," Runty Rusty lamented.
"And how do you know you have super hero powers," I asked.
"Oh oh, it's really cool!" Tiny Tim exclaimed. "He can read minds!"
"No he can't," Runty Rusty said.
"He predicted what I wanted for dinner, and he guessed what number I was thinking!" Tiny Tim said.
"Coincidence," Runty Rusty replied.
"Well, he told me where Dan was when I was looking for him."
"We all know Dan hides in his Big Hearty Soup Can when he's bored," Runty Rusty stated.
"He can see through walls too!"
Before Runty Rusty could reply, Little Damian spoke up, "Nevermind Tim my mild-mannered sidekick, let the non-believers live in their shadows of disbelief. Super heros are always misunderstood."
"Can you really see through things?" Diminutive Dan asked slightly fascinated.
"Not only that, I made myself my own super hero uniform!"
"You mean costume?" Runty Rusty asked unamused. Little Damian opened his bathrobe, threw back his head, and flung off the bathrobe. He had on a green cape with a fiery "D" sprawled on it. He had on a long red flannel shirt, almost to the knees. And he wore tights and moccasins.
We all burst out laughing.
"Go ahead and laugh. I knew you all would. I read minds, you know." Little Damian said with confidence. He looked at me, "You're wearing a pink shirt under that sweater. Sorry, I can see through things."
"Her shirt is showing at the collar," Runty Rusty pointed out.
"Go ahead and joke," Little Damian said. He twirled away proudly. But suddenly, his cape got caught on the edge of the counter. He tripped and fell backward, knocking over a bowl of grapes, and nearly brusing himself badly in the process. He sat there, shocked. After a few seconds he spoke up, "Wow, I didn't see that one coming...I must have lost my super hero powers!"
"You never---" Runty Rusty began. But Diminutive Dan put a hand on his shoulder, "Just let it go," he told Runty Rusty.
"Aww, too bad," Tiny Tim said dissapointed. "I wanted to help save the world."
"You can help save my cape. I think it got a tear in it." Little Damian said. He wandered off to the pantry to change his clothes. Meanwhile, I started dinner."
Diminutive Dan stood by my cd collection, picking out what music he wanted to hear first.
"If usual is insane," Diminutive Dan added.
"Ever since getting that electric shock, I have super hero powers," Little Damian said matter-of-factly.
"Uh, say what?" I repeated.
"You heard him," Runty Rusty lamented.
"And how do you know you have super hero powers," I asked.
"Oh oh, it's really cool!" Tiny Tim exclaimed. "He can read minds!"
"No he can't," Runty Rusty said.
"He predicted what I wanted for dinner, and he guessed what number I was thinking!" Tiny Tim said.
"Coincidence," Runty Rusty replied.
"Well, he told me where Dan was when I was looking for him."
"We all know Dan hides in his Big Hearty Soup Can when he's bored," Runty Rusty stated.
"He can see through walls too!"
"Nevermind Tim my mild-mannered sidekick, let the non-believers live in their shadows of disbelief. Super heros are always misunderstood."
He had on a green cape with a fiery "D" sprawled on it. He had on a long red flannel shirt, almost to the knees. And he wore tights and moccasins.
We all burst out laughing.
"You never---" Runty Rusty began. But Diminutive Dan put a hand on his shoulder, "Just let it go," he told Runty Rusty.
"Aww, too bad," Tiny Tim said dissapointed. "I wanted to help save the world."
Haha, This one was awesome. Those are my most favorite parts. I can totally see all this happening in my head. Great Job!
Aww, thanks. I think maybe there should be a little more of Dinky Damian going around as a super hero. Maybe I made it too short, but that's ok. Could always do that in another story. Ooo, can't wait to read KristaMichelle's story too!
I've been groaning at my schoolwork all day, and you just brightened the world
Thank you!
I've been groaning at my schoolwork all day, and you just brightened the world
Thank you!
Two things just brightened my day: That lovely compliment, and the fact that Tabetha/Sally has stopped by the discussion board for a visit.
~hugs~ Love ya!
...Uhh, right now I'm so full of food it hurts. (Sorry, totally random. But I can barely type. Too full of food)
...And as full as I am, I could still go for some cake right now. Who's with me?
"My friends called to tell me about this massive party store they wanted to visit. Apparently, it sells Halloween and Christmas merchandise all year long. It's two floors and even has a sky light on the second floor. Who couldn't love the idea of buying jingle bells and Santa beards in the middle of July or wicked witches and pumpkins in the middle of February? I had to check this place out without the Teenys knowing where I was going. They had a little habit of eavesdropping on my phone conversations and sometimes pranking them up using the telephone in my bedroom while I used the one in the kitchen. Sure enough, as I went into the bedroom to get my purse, I saw Diminutive Dan and Runty Rusty trying to hang up the phone innocently, while Tiny Tim and Little Damian snuck into my handbag. "Hold it!" I said. "You're not coming along."
Little Damian glared at me in indignation, "Why not?"
"My friends are going to be there, and this is going to be a big store. You guys could get lost."
"No we won't, we promise," Tiny Tim said nicely.
"Yeah, you're friends mentioned something about robot shaped pinatas. I wanna check that out!" Runty Rusty chimed in.
"Come on," Diminutive Dan said pleasantly, eyes sparkling sweetly.
"I dunno..." I hesitated.
"Come on," Little Damian said. "There's a good chance we'll find away to tag along even without your permission.
Tiny Tim nudged Little Damian, "You're not helping."
"Alright," I said, "If you promise to stay in my bag, keep quiet, and not make any trouble, then you can come along."
"We promise!" They all chimed in, with a little reluctance on Little Damian's part. He wasn't too big on following orders. He prefered to give them instead.
The afternoon went better than I expected. The Teenys behaved themselves and stayed hidden in my purse, just as they promised. Except for the firecrackers Runty Rusty pointed to, there were other items the Teenys wanted and I gladly got them since they were being so behaved and quiet. For a change my friends didn't think I was nuts having to mutter things at my purse. At the end of the trip, I hugged my friends and started to head down the street. That's when I felt a tug at my sleeve and saw Little Damian climb up my forearm. "Anything the matter?" I asked.
"No, nothing really."
"Then maybe you should get back in my purse."
"Ok, but don't forget to go back for Tim."
"What does that mean?"
"You left him at the store."
"I couldn't have! You guys were stowed away in my purse!"
Runty Rusty poked his head out my purse, "Yeah, but when you went past the balloons, he saw one he really liked. He tried grabbing it so you would notice and buy it, but he got caught on it and started to float away."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
"You were busy with your friends," Little Damian said.
Diminutive Dan poked his head out the other side of my bag, "Don't worry, he can't be that hard to find. He's stuck to a balloon afterall. He'll be floating around somewhere."
"Oye vey," I sighed, dashing back to the store.
"Where do they keep the balloons again?" I muttered to my purse.
A salesperson smiled at me and said, "Upstairs next to the party favors and cake decorations.
"Er, um, thanks" I frowned. Heading quickly toward the escalator. Little Damian giggled, amused at the fact that I was asking the Teenys were to go but the salesperson had answered.
I headed to where the salesperson suggested, but there was one problem, there were balloons everywhere.
"If we split up, it'll be easier to find him," Little Damian suggested. But there was no need for that. Just as Little Damian made the suggestion, a giant silver balloon with a picture of the Jetsons floated past over my head. Tiny Tim was stuck to a giant bow at the end of the balloon, holding on for dear life. He didn't look as scared as he should. In fact he laughed, "Hey guys!"
"Tim!" The Teenys shouted.
"You outta try this thing," he said. I tried jumping up to grab the balloon, but the ceiling was too high and i couldn't reach.
"Tim," Little Damian shouted. "Let go of the ballloon. She'll catch you in her purse."
"I can't. My vest is stuck on a sharp point in this bow," he shouted as the balloon suddenly picked up a gust of wind from the air conditioning and blew even higher. I started to chase after it. Then, I collided with a giant mannequin of a clown. I fell down, looked up, and screamed. I hated clowns. The Teenys scurred out of my purse. "We'll help you find Tim," Diminutive Dan said.
"Someone might see you."
"There's no one around," Runty Rusty said.
Little Damian looked up at the clown, turned to me, grinning, and was about to say something smug, when Diminutive Dan pushed him forward. "Come on, Damian"
"Over here," Tiny Tim called out. He was grabbing onto a pinata, trying to keep the balloon from taking him any further. We rushed over. But the air conditioner continued to gust, propelling the balloon forward, and Tiny Tim didn't have the strength to keep hold of the pinata. The balloon started to float toward an open window. Tiny Tim hung helplessly. I jumped for the balloon, but missed. Instead of going out the window, the balloon started to move upward. There was a little kid looking at a selection of candy. Tiny Tim perked up, reaching for the candy, but was way too high to even get anywhere near it. Finally, the balloon hit the sky light and wouldn't move any further. It would have been a good thing except the sky light was several feet above, impossible to reach.
"Damn, how are you supposed to reach that?" Little Damian said.
"There must be a ladder around," Runty Rusty said.
"We could try shooting something pointy at the balloon to get it down?" Little Damian suggested.
"How am I supposed to catch Tiny Tim if that happens? He could get hurt." I said.
"Hey guys, I found a ladder," Diminutive Dan said. He pointed toward the storage room.
"Only people who work here can go in there," I said.
"You're so full of scruples at a time like this? Just go in there and get it!" Little Damian ordered.
I put my purse down. The Teenys got inside it. Meanwhile, I dragged the heavy ladder out of the storage room, placing it under the sky light. Finally, I was able to reach the balloon. As I stepped down from the ladder, a salesperson waited at the bottom, his arms crossed, glaring at me. "Is there something I can help you with?" he said sternly.
"Um, no." I went over and grabbed my purse. I headed toward the escalator, finding a corner to hide in. There, with nobody looking, I freed Tiny Tim from the bow he had got himself hooked to and released the balloon.
"Aww, shucks," he said. "I really wanted that balloon."
"I'll come back tomorrow and get it for you, that is, if I can show my face in here again!" I said in a harsh whisper as I marched down the escalator and bolted for the door.
The next day I stopped at the grocery store and got Tiny Tim a very simple red balloon and he takes great joy in riding throughout the kitchen attached to this balloon. He even has a little parachute to help him when he gets stuck to the ceiling. It drives me a bit crazy, but ah well. Also, I'll probably never step foot in that party store again!"
"Yeah, you're friends mentioned something about robot shaped pinatas. I wanna check that out!" Runty Rusty chimed in.
"Come on," Diminutive Dan said pleasantly, eyes sparkling sweetly.
"Come on," Little Damian said. "There's a good chance we'll find away to tag along even without your permission.
Tiny Tim nudged Little Damian, "You're not helping."
Runty Rusty poked his head out my purse, "Yeah, but when you went past the balloons, he saw one he really liked. He tried grabbing it so you would notice and buy it, but he got caught on it and started to float away."
"I can't. My vest is stuck on a sharp point in this bow," he shouted
'Aww, shucks," he said. "I really wanted that balloon."
Haha! This one acually made me laugh out loud like literally. Expecially at the part when Rusty says about how Tim wanted that balloon. Cracked me up through the whole story. Wonderful job!