He\'s got HIIIIIIIIIGH Hopes!

"He really does want this house clean, and I bet the
Captain will comment on the
state of the house, and I bet Uncle Stewie will take the credit, but I'll but in
and say that I did the cleaning and he'll think something good of me! Wait
a second, if I proved myself enough, he might make me something important, like
a fighter pilot or something of high rank! Then Uncle Stewie will think twice
before bossing me around!"
Mike smiled his evil smile.....
He's got High Hopes
WHO: Stewie and Mike McKenzieWHERE: Living QuartersWHEN: Immediately after the previous paragraph.
"I wouldn't count on that, Mike!"
Mike's face dropped faster than a sumo off a cliff. He felt incredible embarra-
ssed. Stewie had heard all his chatter. Damn! Now it made him feel like a loony.
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"Yes," said Stewie as he wheeled forward, "but I forgot my suitcase. Oh and Mike,
I know it was you, alright? You will be credited! Besides, I wouldn't want
the Captain to feel uncomfortable by me telling him lies now would I?"
"I suppose not..."
"Good, now scrub those floors!"
Just as Stewie was about to leave, he whizzed around.
"Oh and Mike!"
"Yes?"
"It takes training to be a fighter pilot! My boy, you indeed have high hopes!"WHO: Stewie and Mike McKenzieWHERE: Living QuartersWHEN: Next day (Thursday); that night.
"Ah! Spotless! Well done Mike!"
"Thanks Stewie!"
"Here is the $£100 voucher I promised."
Mike felt incredibly happy. Everyone disappeared. It was just him and his voucher.
Maybe Stewie wasn't a bad sort of guy after all.
"I better wait outside, for the Captain." said Stewie[Please take it from there Captain, whenever you're ready.]Yahoo! Messenger
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