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The Neopian Times Week 88 > Continuing Series > The Terrible Two: Part Two

The Terrible Two: Part Two

by bqueen6430

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Nine o'clock on Sunday morning came much earlier than Tia expected. With a groan, she reluctantly climbed out of bed and got dressed. Five minutes later, Christine arrived with Tommy and Tamara.

     And they were cute! Tommy was a sweet little baby Gelert, and Tamara was an equally adorable baby Usul. They where chasing each other around Christine's legs.

     "And here are the little ones!" Christine said, stepping inside the NeoHome. She bent down to hug Tommy, and then Tamara.

     "Mommy!" Tamara wailed. "You hugged Tommy longer than me!"

     Christine smiled at Tia and hugged Tamara again.

     "Not fair!" Tommy protested. "You gave Tamara 2 hugs and I only gots one!"

     Christine forced another smile and hugged Tommy a second time. "Now you're even?"

     The twins glared at each other for a minute and then nodded.

     "Good,." Christine said. Then she thrust a large, bulging suitcase at Tia and said hurriedly, "This contains their snacks, toys, blankets, diapers, crackers, medication if they need it, a picture of me so they don't feel homesick, a few of their favorite books, an extra pair of shoes, some extra clothes, jackets if you want to go outside, and of course, their favorite plushies."

     Tia felt like everything was set on fast forward. "All right. I think I've got everything under control," Tia reassured the overprotective mother.

     "Good!" Christine said. "I'd be hopping mad if anything happened to them," she laughed.

     Tia gulped.

     "Anyway, Mommy loves you two," Christine cooed to Tommy and Tamara. "Now be good for Auntie Tia! You're going to have lots of fun together." Christine backed slowly toward the door and let herself out. "Good bye!"

     The twin volcanoes erupted.

     "It's okay! It's okay! Mommy will be back soon!" "Auntie" Tia said frantically. "Please stop crying!"

     The crying softened a bit. Tamara boasted, "I can cry tons louder than you, Tommy."

     "No you can't Tamara. I'm the bestest crier in the whole widest world," Tommy fought back.

     "Prove it!" Tamara challenged.

     "O-tay!" Tommy took a big breath and opened his mouth, prepared to try and win the dare and break the windows… Tia was just in time. She clapped her paw over Tommy's mouth and said, "How about we do something besides crying contests. Okay?"

     "O-tay," agreed Tamara in her babyish fashion. "Can we color with cans?"

      "It's crayons you bonehead," Tommy contradicted matter-of-factly in a muffled voice from behind Tia's paw.

     "Don't call me a bonehead!" Tamara screeched fiercely.

     Hastily, Tia stepped in between the battle. "How about we stop fighting and color with cans, I-I mean crayons?"

     The twins frowned at each other, but agreed.

     "Now, I'll go get my crayons and be right back," Tia explained, and dashed up the stairs to find her crayons. Maybe Tommy and Tamara are not as cute as they look, Tia thought. Seizing her crayons, she raced down the stairs and into the living room.

     The twins weren't there.

***

"Don't panic," Tia commanded herself. "They couldn't have gone far."

     After many minutes of frantic searching, Tia was about to crack. "Tommy? Tamara? Where are you?"

     Something giggled. It was the closet.

     Closets don't giggle… Tia thought. But then…

     BANG! Laughing hysterically, Tommy and Tamara burst out of the closet.

     "You guys!" Tia scolded, "Why did you do that?"

     Tamara answered, "We was playing hide and go squeak."

     "It's hide and go seek," Tommy corrected smugly.

     "I was worried!" "Auntie" Tia shouted.

     Tamara giggled, "Auntie Tia was worried abouts us. Funny!"

     Tommy joined in the laughter.

     "Auntie" Tia tried not to let the laughter get to her. "Now," she said motherly, "let's color. I brought some paper too. Here." She handed the twins each a piece of paper and a crayon.

     "But me wanted blue!" whined Tamara.

     Tia gave her the blue crayon.

     "Gimme yellow," Tommy ordered. "Me wants yellow!"

     To avoid further explosions, Tia pressed the yellow crayon into Tommy's waiting paw. "Is everyone happy now?"

     The twins nodded in unison.

     "I'm going to color too," Tia said, grabbing a few crayons. "I'm a very good artist. I've won so many coloring contests at school. I'm an expert with the crayons! Since you're just babies you're probably not very good with crayons yet. But with practice, you can turn your scribbles into a work of art! You can draw a masterpiece! You can--" Tia stopped rambling on and looked up.

     A tangled Spyder web of blue and yellow lines was etched on the wall.

     Tia turned green. Now you're in deep trouble, teased the voice in her head. "Tommy! Tamara! What have you done?" Tia shrieked.

     "We make a work of art, see?" Tamara was obviously very pleased with her mess.

     "Yah!" Agreed Tommy, "pretty pretty pretty!"

     Tia wanted to scream. She wanted to shout, to yell, to holler, to cry, to bellow, and to screech…and all she managed was a squeak. "H-how about," she stuttered in breathless anger, "we do something else? Let's… let's go up to my room."

     "O-TAY!"

     So the very odd group paraded up the stairs and into Tia's bedroom.

To be continued…

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The Terrible Two: Part One

The Terrible Two: Part Three

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