“Quiet you buffoon, or you’ll wake up Alexander!” Milford hushed Mark. He carried
a large, unlabeled bottle, filled with an unusual blue liquid. Milford and Mark
carefully wandered the dark hallway of Al’s upstairs, until they approached the
door they wanted: Al’s room. Milford carefully opened the door as Mark crept into
the room. Sleeping in the middle of the floor in his Petpetbed2000 was Fluffy,
snoring even louder than Al (if possible) and posing the greatest threat to the
mission. Mark carefully stepped over the snoozing Cobrall, approaching Al’s comfy
bed with a sigh of relief. “Alright!” Milford hissed.
“Now, do it already!” Mark chuckled as he opened the bottle and poured the
contents into Al’s open mouth. Al gurgled for a second, then turned over, not
realizing that he was starting to shake. “Heh heh heh… When Al wakes up, he’ll
be pleasantly surprised.”
The Next Morning…
Phil lived in a pleasant tomato-red cottage, right across the street from
Al’s home. Tomatoes grew on his front lawn like weeds, and he was very obsessed
with keeping it tidy and neat. Right now, he was lounging in his lounge. He
snickered unpleasantly as he picked up a pair of binoculars and stood at his
front window. “When Alexander wakes up, he’ll be a horrible, awful, disgusting
Lupe!” Phil tossed the binoculars aside, throwing off his robe and putting on
his crimson coat. “A FAERIE Lupe at that!! He’ll be so humiliated he’ll never
show his face in Furgleton again!!” He finally put on his glasses before rushing
down his stairs and out his door. “And now, to see exactly how Al is doing…”
Al’s house…
Al woke up with a start. “Hm… that’s odd… My bed seems a little too little…”
He climbed out of the bed. “That’s odd… I didn’t have toes yesterday… or fingers…
or wings…” He looked in the mirror. “Hm… something seems amiss… Oh well, I probably
just need a shower.” With that, Al put on his glasses and hopped out of bed.
Suddenly, it hit him. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Phil stopped in front of Al’s house. “Alright, I’ll be right back.” Phil told
the chauffer. He climbed out of the back and stepped up to Al’s house, smiling
broadly.
“Oh, Alexander! Alexander, dear brother…” he rehearsed as he pressed the doorbell.
After a second, the door flew open to reveal… a very cheerful looking Lupe.
There was an awkward silence for a long thirty seconds before Al reacted.
“Good morning, Phil! Long time no see!” Al cheered.
Phil gasped and covered his mouth. “Oh dear, Al... what happened?”
“Oh, the most wonderful thing!”
“Really?” Phil gritted his teeth together.
“Yes, someone changed me into a Faerie Lupe!”
Phil gasped. “How horrible!”
Al snorted. “What, are you kidding me? I’ve never seen a Faerie Lupe before!
I’ll be able to get LOADS of research done on them now!”
Phil’s left eye twitched. “Really? I’m so happy for you, Alexander…”
“Oh, come on, call me Al! Alexander is so stuffy!” Al whacked his back. “Why
don’t you come on in for some tea!”
Phil kept on smiling. “No thank you, I had breakfast already, and I must be
going. See you, dearest brother…” With that, Phil fled down the pathway, across
the street, and back into his house, slamming the door behind him with a crash.
Al sighed.. “Huh… wonder what’s up with him?”
When he got home, Phil began to work feverishly. He toiled late into the night,
cutting, pasting, chopping, and sawing like his life depended on it. “I will
have my revenge!!” Phil cackled. “And nothing will stop me from destroying Alexander
T. Chia’s life forever! I am the only Chia fit to bear the name of Chia in this
Chia town!” He snapped his fingers. “Andromeda!” He called. A white Mallard
appeared. It stared up at Phil expectantly. “Fetch me some pliers! And scissors!
And two meters of duct tape!” Andromeda quacked, heading to Phil’s tool box
across the room. “Yes, just a couple pieces of tape here and there… and…” Phil
muttered to himself as he worked, preparing for the day when he would attack…
The next day…
Al gulped down a blue Chia morphing potion. With a pop, he returned to his
normal form. “Ah,” He sighed. “I’ve gotten all the information I’ll ever need
on Faerie Lupes now!!” Al threw the empty bottle aside as he locked the door
to his laboratory. “And now, I can finally get some rest.” Al walked into his
library, picking out a book called ‘Diary of a Highland Chia’ and taking a seat
in his armchair. Fluffy coiled up on the carpet in front of him, snoozing comfortably.
Suddenly, Al slammed the book, jerking Fluffy awake and alert. “Hm… I can’t
help wondering how Phil and the rest of the family is doing…” Al smiled. “THAT’S
IT!!”
A couple days later…
Phil’s telephone rang just as he walked out of his lab. He sighed, having
not slept for several days straight while he was working on his latest project,
which was now complete. “After I handle this phone call…” Phil snickered. “I
can put my plan into action…” Phil picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Phil!! It’s me, Al! I was wondering if you could come over for a sec!
I need to show you something!”
Phil smiled. “Oh, what a coincidence, I was just thinking I’d drop by for
a visit! I guess I’ll see you in a second, Alexander! Bye!”
“Call me Al!!” Al called, before hanging up.
Phil slammed the phone. “Time to roll…”
Phil marched out of his house, carrying a massive bazooka-shaped wooden item.
“This will be great… I’ve taken the stench of a million rotting fish neggs and
constructed it into the ultimate stink bomb!” Phil knocked on the door. “Now,
let’s see if it works out!” The door flew open. “EAT STENCH!!” Phil yelled,
firing the stink bomber. A chunk of green goo shot from the end and hit the
Chia on the other side. Phil fired over and over again, until the entire house
was coated in green goo. “HAHA!!” Phil yelled. “I’VE DONE IT!! I’VE…” Phil paused.
He dropped the weapon, causing it to shatter on the ground. His mother stood
in the doorway, covered in green slime. She looked unamused.
“William,” She called, “your son has arrived.” A banner with the words ‘Chia
Family Reunion in Honor of Phillip’ hung across the room, now covered in green
gunk. A blue Chia entered the room. He looked somewhat like Al, if he were several
years older.
“Phil? Is that you? And what’s all this green gunk, and… WHEEEEEEEEEEEW!!
What is that horrible smell?!? Was that YOU, Reba?”
Al’s mother shook her head, grabbing Phil by his leaves. “We’re going to have
a long talk about your attitude, young man. You were always pushing me away,
but this time you’ve gone too far! When your brother gets home from the supermarket,
I expect this house to be cleaned and polished, and rid of that horrible smell.”
Phil gasped. “WAIT!! I FORGOT!! I HAVE TO WARN YOU!”
“About what?”
Suddenly, Mark and Milford burst into the room, carrying the same fashion
of weapon. “EAT SLIME!” They roared, firing. Soon, Phil and his father were
also covered in slime.
“PHILLIP!” The Chias cried. “That’s it!! I’m disowning you!! We have only
ONE son! GET OUT!!!” Phil, Mark, and Milford fled from Al’s house, his parents
flinging furniture at him.
“AL!! I’LL HAVE MY REVENGE!!” Phil roared, running back into his house and
slamming the door behind him. Mark and Milford looked at each other before shaking
their heads and fleeing all the way back to their own separate homes…
A while later…
Al’s blue jeep drove into his driveway. He hopped out, carrying a bag full
of food. “Ah, what a lovely day.” Al sighed. “Smell that fresh air!” He took
in a deep breath, then gagged. “WHOAH!! Is Stenchpaw here? What is that smell!?!”
Al ran into the house, expecting the smell to go away. Instead, he hit the source
of it. “WHEEEW!! What happened? Did Mom’s soufflé explode?” Al stepped across
the sticky green slime. Suddenly, he heard an unpleasant gurgle and felt a droplet
of goo land on his head. He looked up to see Fluffy, pasted upon the ceiling
with green goo. “Eeeuuuuuuuuuck….” Al muttered. “Get down from there!” Fluffy
gurgled in response. Al shrugged. “Alright, fine, stay up there as long as you
want.” Al continued into the house. “Dad? Mom? Where are you?”
“I’m in the bathroom, dear.” Al’s mom called. “Just wiping the last bit of
slime off your father’s face.”
“Oh. So did dad try to split a Lupe Genome again? ” Al set down the grocery
bag.
“No dear, your brother came over and doused the house in slime, along with
his buddies. I think it was some kind of prank.”
“Phil? Ha, that practical joker. Where is he anyways?”
“Oh, I lost my temper after he ruined my new haircut, and so I told him I
disowned him again. He always takes it so seriously, though….
"Now hold still William, you still have goo in your hair…”
“Oh.”
Al stuck a finger into the slimy goo, then tasted it. “Hm… this is actually
pretty good… I think if I can get it all on a plate, we can use it to make jelly…”
And so, Al and his parents had a family reunion without Al’s brother, and
had a lot of fun enjoying Phil’s latest creation, "Stinky Slime".
Phil, however, was less fortunate. He blamed Al for being "disowned,"
and is now set on destroying him with the aide of Mark and Milford. The committee
of Chias of Main Street dropped the Alexander issue, and Al and Fluffy have
been living in peace ever since… or at least until the next odd event rears
its ugly head….
The End | 
