The Plan
By Travisina
Matty and Travie were at Matty’s house when Travie all of the sudden yelled, “My mothe rneed to get a life! She flirts with my Tomfriend and with everyone else!”
“Yeah, I know. When I was with Pouncival at that party, Iwas teaching fried chicken to fly and she moved in on my date,” Matty looked serious. “Okay, I was chuckin it, are you happy now?
“Yup.” Travie got hit. “But what we need to do is to set her up with a Tom—a cute Tom, but not one that gets covered with queens. Someone like…”
“Tumblebrutus his her current Tomfriend thoughm” Matty noted.
“We need to make them tie the knot,” Travie looked like she was in a romantic storyboard.
“As in marry?” Travie nodded her head. “Bombalurina will not tie the know, she is a flirt! She doesn’t just stop!” Matty said to Travie.
“We will make her.”
“How?”
“It’s a mystery to me but we will!” (We? Gulp!) I’ll go home and will find a way. Bye!”
Later That Day…
Matty called Traive. “Did you figure it out?”
“Yup! Not only did I figure it out, but I did it all ready!”
“How?”
“First I went to Tumble and Pouncival’s house. I asked to talk to Tumble. He came to the door and I aske dhime, ‘do you really love Bomby?’ And he said, ‘of course I do! I would go to the end of the earth for her! I would die in her place! I would marry her if she wanted me to!’ So I brought Tumble to her house and MomBom was so delighted she said yes ont eh spot!” Travie sighed with releif.
“That was cruel and wrong. Was it really that easy?” Matty asked.
“Yup.”
“But now Pounci is going to be living with you and when I spend the night eh is going to be there! Did you think what this will do to him!”
“Oh shoot. I forgot about that! Oh shoot!”
“Well should’ve thought before you did.”
“well don’t you want to have Bomby out the way? He’ll just have to deal.”
“Yes, but…”
“Everyone has a butt, let’s talk about yours!”
“Asswipe you sicko head!”
Travie thought hard. “Well, we could make Pounci live in the closet.
“Travie! You do not make YOUR UNCLE sleep in the closet! What is wrong with you child?!”
“Okay, how bout we make an added room?”
“Travie, you are a GENIUS!”
‘Yeah, I know…”
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On the day of the wedding, Bombalurina was getting ready. Travie was the bride’s maid and Matty was the flower girl. “I hate being the flower girl!”
“Don’t ruin it for her! Please!” Matty was now more happy for her mother’s marriage, whether she realized that one of her best friends was about to become her father.
“I’m not that mean!” Amtropolis defended herself…
“You aren’t?” Travie got hit over the head and went out black.
“Oh well, now she can be the flower girl.” Matty put Travie’s cape over her head and headed down the alley.
“You aren’t my daughter!” Bomy exclaimed.
“Ya think! She had a head ache, so I took her place.
“Whatever. This is my day, and if anyone ruins it they are dealing with me.
****************************During the Wedding*****************************
As the wedding continued, it came to the part where the preacher asked if anyone objected of their marriage. Bomby looked around, glaring at everybody.
“I do!” a small voice walked down the aisle. It was a Buter, a small nephew of Skimbleshanks. The orange tabby walked up to Bombalurina. “I love you Bomby. Please don’t marry this show-off bastard.
“Who you callin’ a bastard?”
“You! You kitten brat!”
“Don’t be talkin’ ‘bout yourself!” Travie walked down the aisle after waking up. “I got something for you.”
“I knew you loved me!” Buster cried.
“Something like that.” She socked him in the stomach. “That was for calling Tumblebrutus a bastard.” She hit him over the head. “That was for interupting my mother’s wedding.” She kneed him where it counts. Matropolis put up a sign rading “10.5”. “And that was for me! Oh yeah!” She got up close in his face. “And this was fo rbein’ so damn cute and making me go crazy!” She punched him and bit down hard on his arm.”
“WHO’S THE CAT?!” Matty and Pouncival chorused.
“OOOOOOHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOWWWWWWW! UUUUUWWWWWW!” Buster screamed in pain.
Matty slapped Travie a high 5, then her and Pouncival finished him (but don’t worry, there was no death). Electra, Etcetra, Jemima, Alonzo, Coricopat, Tantomile and Mistoffelees picked him up and threw him out the church doors. “Don’t be comin’ back now, ya hear?” Matty called after him and locked the door. “Now someone has to get married and it ain’t gonna be me!”
“I’m sorry Tumble, I don’t think I can stop flirting,” Bomby said at last. “That would be like telling Etcetra to stop like Tugger. You understand. Right?” Bombalurina tried to explain to Tumblebrutus.
“Yeah, I understand. I guess I’ll wait till you stop. You’r sexy enough to wait for. Bombalurina blushed.
“Now someone’s gotta be wedded!” Matropolis exclaimed.
“I will!” Mistoffelees decalred. “Travie, will you do the honors as to marry me?” He took out a diamond the size of the Titanic (exaggeration!).
“Holy—Look at the size of that rock!”
“Is that a yes?”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m too young to get married. And I don’t think you’d like be going out and playing poker all the time. I’m sorry.”
“Not as sorry as I am. But I’ll wait.” Travie gave Misto a hug aand he tried to kiss her on the cheek!
“What the heck was that?!?”
“Well who’s going to get married?” Matropolis asked the crowd.
Bustopher Jones stood up. “I will!”
He proposed to Jennyanydots. She said YES. They got married, and Jennyandydots put Bustopher Jones on a diet!!!!!!!
