This is just a quickie fic. Two parts. I'm sure this plot has been
done to death already, and I'm sorry, but since I've read about .01% of
all the JQ fanfiction out there, it's hard to tell whether a plot has
been used or not.
Anyway, comments are welcome as always.
Category: Vignette, Action (is there a category for that?)
Disclaimer: No money being made off of this, not my char., etc.
Archivers: I'd love it.
Summary: Jonny gets more than he bargained for when he accepts Hadji's
babysitting job.
Note: This fic contains some strong language, so be cautioned. Other
than that, however, I don't foresee much objectionable material.
--Dark Sentinel
THE REAL ADVENTURES OF JONNY QUEST
"An Unexpected Visitor"
Part I
written by Dark Sentinel
Oh God, Jonny thought to himself. If this kid's parents don't come
soon, I'm going to go insane!
The fourteen-year old was babysitting. He had taken Hadji's job, since
Hadji was sick. Jonny looked down at the five-year old who faced him.
"I WANNA PLAY BARBIEEEEEEES!" she screeched, her small hands on her
hips.
"Maureen, we already PLAYED Barbies, for three hours! I can't take it
anymore!"
"You're SUPPOSED to be playing with me and letting me do what I want,"
she sassed.
"Actually, I'm not, YOU'RE supposed to be doing what I say," he
retorted with a glare. Maureen was a spoiled brat, and she was very
good at getting her own way.
The family's Rottweiler, Muffin, looked up from her kennel that she was
locked in and growled at Jonny.
"Yeah, up yours," he muttered to the dog, who stared disdainfully at
him. Jonny turned his attention back to his charge, when he noticed that
one of the curly ringlets that flopped in her face was wobbling. He
gazed curiously, then saw her lip, which was trembling madly.
Uh oh, he thought, a split second before the silence of the house was
killed with ear-splitting screams.
"I'M GONNA TELL MOMMY WHAT A BAD BABYSITTER YOU ARE!" she squawked
through her tears. "YOU'RE HORRIBLE AND MEAN! YOU ARE A BIG, NASTY,
POOPHEAD!"
Jonny rolled his eyes, sighed, and knelt down next to her. "Fine,
fine, we can play Barbies." Ya little brat, he added mentally.
As if my magic, all the tears on Maureen's face disappeared, her mouth
returned to normal, and she grabbed Jonny's hand.
With the force of seemingly six drafters, she hauled him through the
house up to her room. Jonny groaned as he entered the bedroom for the
second time that night, where a smorgasbord of pink plastic pieces and
beheaded dolls lay neatly, ready for play.
Maureen's hazel eyes darted over the arrangement like mad molecules,
then she lunged for an attractively furnished, six-story playhouse.
"Come on, come on!" she cried excitedly, plopping down before it and
plunking the headless dolls through its various corridors.
"Ken? Where are you?" the doll yelled shrilly.
"Coming," Jonny responded lackadaisically, finding the nearest Ken
doll.
It was going to be a long, long night.
Downstairs, Muffin dozed lightly. A clicking noise, coming from the
adjacent door, woke her. Picking her head up, the dog surveyed the
windows nearby. A dark shadow was passing by the window repeatedly,
walking to the door, clicking it for a moment, then walking back to the
window.
Muffin whined.
"Nighty-night, Barbie!" Jonny howled in his best girly voice. "Sleep
tight!" Maureen tucked the doll into a plasticine bed and covered her
outrageously thin body with a purple-and-pink blanket. Maureen got up
and tiptoed out the room with Jonny in tow.
Once out in the hall, the blonde breathed a sigh of relief. Safe from
Barbies at last! Ken had convinced Barbie that it was time to sleep;
that he had to go home and watch some Sunday night football. So all the
dolls had gone to bed, finally.
"What do you want to do now?" he whispered.
Maureen's eyes lit up. "Polly Pockets!"
Oh, no! he sighed to himself. Does this girl have no end to tortuous
pastel-colored toys?
"Come on," Maureen hissed. Jonny obliged and followed her downstairs.
They arrived in the living room to the sound of Muffin's anxious
scrabbling within her kennel, and a distinct clicking noise emanating
from the doorknob.
"Holy shit," Jonny murmured as he stared at the door. "Maureen, we've
got company."
"Who?" she queried, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look.
"Damn, I don't even have any weapons!" he breathed. There was no way
he could fight off, by himself, a burglar that probably had a gun. "Uh,
Maureen, get behind me. We've gotta hide."
"Why?"
"Because see that guy there?" he asked, pointing at the door. Maureen
nodded. "He's a bad robber. He's going to break in and try to steal
everything. And he might kill us if we get in his way. So we'd better
hide."
The little girl's eyes widened. They scampered behind a convenient
couch and lay in wait.
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--D.S.
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