TYNG: Petpetsitting - Part Three
The next day came with the twitter of a Beekadoodle on one
of the rafters on the roof. Oliver rolled over and clapped his pillow over his
ears and groaned. Beekadoodles were annoying, especially in the morning. He wasn't
happy that he would have to endure this for a week and two days until that Beekadoodle's
owner came back.
"Rise and shine, Olli!" said Anise brightly,
opening the curtain to let a shaft of light shine in and rest on Oliver's pillow-covered
head. "I told our friends to be here at dawn, so they'll be here any minute
now! Lug your sleeping bag back to your room if you don't want Petpets to sleep
in it!" she giggled.
Oliver pulled his heavy sleeping bag down the
stairs and into his room again where he laid it sprawled out on the floor. He
then returned upstairs on his bouncing tail. Anise was sitting with her back
against the wall, looking off into space. She seemed rather bored since almost
none of the Petpets were up yet. Daz and Chera, of course, were leaping about
on the floor, playing a very nimble game of tag. Soon, Jay woke up and he and
Daz ganged up on Chera. Laughing, Oliver heard a quiet tap on the door. He said
"I'll get it!" and bounced downstairs.
On the front porch stood Janelle, Jeff, Caitlin
and Neal. When Oliver opened the door, they came in and leaped or walked or
flew up the stairs to the attic, where more of the Petpets were waking up. Soon
they had maintained the same stream of Petpets about their feet as the previous
"How interesting," remarked Caitlin, her eyes
open wide, tapping one black hoof against the other. "I didn't expect this many
people would drop off their Petpets."
"Well, they did. And now we've got to take care
of them until their real owners come back. How much did you say that they would
cost on the posters, Janelle?" asked Anise, turning to her Aisha friend.
"I wrote down five hundred NP for a day," replied
Janelle. "So for those that are staying for four days, you'll get two thousand
NP! Did I charge a little too much or a little too little?" she asked worriedly.
"No, that's perfect. I don't think that we would
have so many if you had charged one thousand NP per day," said Anise matter-of-factly.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" asked
Jeff, flapping above the roaring sea of Petpets and clinging to the rafter on
which the Beekadoodle still sat, trilling away. Anise shot him a foul look before
sitting down and pulling Chera into her lap, stroking her back which made her
say "Ugga ugg!" in a very sleepy way.
There was a loud, businesslike rap on the door
that made Oliver jump. "I'll go get it!" he said, bouncing downstairs and opening
the door. An adorable little baby Aisha sat on the doorstep, looking up at Oliver.
"You aren't the Wocky who answered the door
last time!" said the Aisha accusingly.
"True. Do you want me to get her?" asked Oliver
"Go get her!" the Aisha tried to nip him but
Oliver hurried upstairs and panted "There's an Aisha who wants to see you, Anise."
"Is he baby?" asked Anise. When her brother
nodded, she said, "He'll want his
Sauropod back then," she took a peek at the slumbering
Petpets, and she saw a blue Sauropod snoring softly among them. Cooing quietly,
she lifted it out and took it downstairs to meet the baby Aisha, who was still
sitting on the doorstep. "Hello!" she said, smiling at him.
"Hi! Can I have Gemmie back now?" asked the
"Of course you can!" Anise bent down and deposited
the blue dinosaur-like Sauropod on the doorstep beside the Aisha.
He looked up at Anise adoringly and said "Thank
you!" then he and his blue Petpet scurried away quickly.
"Well, that's one less Petpet on our paws," said
Anise under her breath to herself, walking back upstairs to where the Petpets
were now playing a surprisingly well organized game of tag.
Anise found Jeff, Janelle, Caitlin, Neal and
her brother Oliver clinging to the rafters, watching the Petpets and clinging
on tightly so that they wouldn't fall off. "Are we ever going to do this again?"
Jeff asked Caitlin worriedly, eying the Petpets who were all fleeing from a
disco Feepit, who was running around and had touched an Acko on the shoulder.
It grunted and started to chase all of the other Petpets.
Caitlin cast a nasty look at Jeff and she said
acidly, "At the time, I happen to have thought that it would be an interesting
idea to try out. If you don't like it, you can go back to your house and snuggle
up in your Petpet-free home."
"Guys, guys!" objected Neal. "Fighting isn't
going to solve anything any time soon, you know."
"Try telling Sloth that," shot back Caitlin nastily.
She and Jeff were both in rather foul moods at the moment.
"I'll just ignore you two then and leave you
to your fighting," said Neal, sliding along the rafter until he neared where
the Beekadoodle still twittered and tweeted shrilly, the noise barely being
heard because the Petpets who were playing tag on the floor were being so amazingly
loud. Janelle was on the Beekadoodle's other side. "They're really annoying,
aren't they? They're always bickering!" remarked Neal to his fellow member of
Janelle nodded and looked at the bickering members
of TYNG. "Do you think that Anise should make a rule that all TYNG members have
to be friends?" asked the white Aisha, looking at Anise who was trying to climb
up onto one of the rafters but she couldn't. Oliver let his springy tail dangle
over the edge and he hauled his sister up by means of that.
"What were you saying about me?" asked Anise,
scuttling along the rafter and once she was close enough to the pair of members
who were on opposite sides of the Beekadoodle, she leaned towards Neal and Janelle.
"I thought I heard my name being said," she grinned lightly.
"We were wondering if you could make a TYNG rule
that all members have to be nice to each other," said Janelle, pointing at Caitlin
and Jeff who looked like they would be exchanging blows soon. And not light
"Or you could just boot them out of TYNG altogether
if they're not being nice to each other," said Neal.
"True, very true," answered Anise slowly. "I
could do that."
The next week or so passed without incident except
for one of the thick wood rafters that the TYNG members were sitting and bickering
on cracking and almost breaking and almost making the attic roof fall down.
All of the Petpets' owners came to pick their beloved Petpets up and pay the
yellow Acara and the olive-green Blumaroo siblings until Anise and Oliver only
had to take care of Sakhmet the green Geb, Ginger the plain Pikis, Frizz the
white Gathow, Slither the plain Cobrall and of course, Chera the plain Gruslen
and Daz the plain Spyder in their attic.
Both Oliver and Anise had soon developed dark
circles under their eyes and were yawning regularly. But perhaps the duo's single
consolation was the rapidly increasing amount of NP in Rachel the shadow Cybunny's
bank account. She was the treasurer for TYNG.
After another few nights that were a little easier
to sleep for the entire night since there were quite a few less Petpets to take
care of, the last Petpet's owner came to pick it up. Anise breathed a very audible
sigh of relief. She and Oliver started to clean up the attic, but didn't get
very far before their owner burst in again. "How's it going?" she asked her
two sleepy pets.
"The last one's gone!" said Oliver, his voice
full to bursting of relief.
"We're cleaning up," said Anise tiredly, yawning
loudly and obviously. Her owner didn't take the hint, though.
"What have you learned from this?" asked their
owner, grinning slightly and pushing her hair back. "Think about it for a while
and tell me when I call you up for lunch, which we are not going to have Tigersquash
corn dogs for. I'm making Tigersquash sandwiches," and with that, their owner
closed the door again and Oliver and Anise could hear her loud footsteps descending
down the long wooden staircase.
Oliver grinned and said, "Not too much of a difference
there, hey?" This was before the two siblings stopped cleaning up the bath tubs,
scratching trees, the pipe maze, the cage, cushions, beds and the toys that
weren't ripped up or broken in any other way, and thought about their owner's
query for a few seconds. Then Oliver concluded loudly, with a playful grin on
his olive green Blumaroo face, "Owners letting you continue things are hazardous
to your health."