Written by Czar Fruitcake
SUMMARY: Robbie has a very high fever and begins smacking various members of the Camden family.
When the doorbell rang, Robbie, still in his feverish trance, walked to answer it. A little bouncy, blonde Cecilia stood there.
“Hi Robbie,” she said in a coy little voice. “Is Simon home?”
THWACK! Robbie smacked her upside her little layered blonde head.
“Hey!” she said, wide eyed, looking serious and introspective.
“That was for thinking that you and Simon should tell your parents that you were thinking about sex, Miss I-have-an-IQ-equal-to-my-bust-size.,” Robbie said.
“C?” Cecilia questioned, confused. Robbie rolled his eyes.
THWACK! “Reverend Camden,” Robbie said, “believe it or not, is a minister. Let me break it down for you, Miss My-Voice-is-High-and-Sexy, minister equals church equals no sex for teenage son. Kapeesh?”
“Is Sthimon here?” Cecilia asked coyly, lisping just the tiniest bit as she smiled.
“What’s with the coy voice?” Robbie asked. “What are you, a smurf with a lisp? I guess technically that would be a thmurf, but still. His name is Simon. Si-mon. And while we’re at it…” Robbie broke off talking.
THWACK! “Stop flouncing! I mean, there’s ‘I’m angry’ flouncing and then there’s ‘look at me, look at me flouncing,’ and a guy can only take so much before he reaches flounce capacity.”
“Capaci-what?” Cecilia asked, still lisping slightly.
THWACK! Robbie walked off, leaving Cecilia looking quite ruffled. She turned around and flounced off.