DISCLAIMER: Paige and Angelo belong to Marvel Comics. Scrabble and Monopoly belong to Milton Bradley. None of these belong to me. Of course, if Marvel wants to give me Generation X, I do have a birthday coming up (*grin*). But until then, I have no money, so don't sue me. This is a short but stupid fic about what can happen when you don't pay attention to what you're doing. :)
"And that's 49 points for me. Your turn, chica."
" .............."
"Hola? Paige?"
" .............. "
"Country Mouse?"
"Huh? What?"
"It's your turn."
"Alright. Give me a minute . . . There."
"'CAT'?"
"Yeah."
"All those big fancy words that you know, and you spell CAT?"
"Angelo, I had two tiles left. It's not like I had a lot of options."
"Amateur."
"Oh, and what spectacular literary feat do you plan to accomplish with just one tile?"
"HAH! I win!"
" .............. "
"What?"
"'HORNK' is not a word."
"Sure it is, chica."
"No it isn't."
"You just don't wanna admit that I know something that you don't."
"Ah'm telling you it's not a word!"
"Fine. So look it up."
"Ah refuse to dignify it by looking it up."
"Fine. I'll do it."
"Suit yourself."
"OK."
"Fine."
"Caramba! I don't believe it!"
"What?! Let me see that . . . It's not in here!"
"I know. There's no such word as 'HORNK.' I can't believe you thought it'd be in the dictionary."
"AH DIDN'T!"
"So why'd you look, chica?"
"Ah don't know . . . It doesn't matter. You won anyway."
"So you wanna play something else?"
"Like?"
"How about Monopoly?"
"Ah hate that game. I always land on 'Go to jail.'"
"Tell ya what, Country Mouse. Since I humiliated you so bad in Scrabble, I'll let you buy all of my 'Get out of Jail Free' cards for the meesly price of $75 each."
"Ah guess that's fair."
"Deal. You know, chica, you really have to stop being so gullible."
"Ah am NOT gullible . . . Ah'm just trying to get some studying done here while we play."
"YES! Double sixes! So why'd you believe me when I said 'HORNK' was in the dictionary? Maybe you should stop paying so much attention to your books, chica. You might learn something useful."
"OK, so you got me once. Ah admit it. But that doesn't mean Ah'm gullible. Six, seven, eight ... NO! I told you I always land on 'Go to Jail.'"
"But now you got all the "Get Out of Jail Free" cards, chica."
"Yeah, yeah, I know . . . wait a minute. Angelo, doesn't it only cost $50 to get out of jail?"
"And you said you're not gullible."
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those of you who were curious, "HORNK" is not a word. I know this for a fact because my brother actually convinced me to look it up while we were playing Scrabble. This was two days after he sold me his "Get Out of Jail Free" card for $75. I suck at board games.