Written by Czar Fruitcake
SUMMARY: Annie gets hers… finally.
Robbie walked down two flights of stairs into the kitchen. Annie was in there, making a nice wholesome snack of graham crackers and milk for Sam and David, both of whom were begging for cookies.
“Robbie!” she said. “You shouldn’t be out of bed right now. You’re still sick.”
Robbie looked Annie straight in the eye. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s nothing personal, I actually like you.”
Annie tilted her head to the side. “What are you talking about?”
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. Robbie evenly hit Annie, without any passion or true disgruntlement.
“Wha- I mean, why, what are you doing Robbie?” Annie stuttered.
“Bitchy, whiny cheesy-line-saying menopausal doesn’t-know-the-meaning-of-the-word-condom selfish-I-think-I’m-really-hot mother who raised Lucy to be a wimp, Mary to be the owner of all crazy ideas, and Simon to be a pimping ugly haired loser.” Annie’s mouth dropped open.
“THWACK!” said Sam.
“THWACK!” said David.
THWACK. Robbie hit Annie one more time. “That’s for calling it restriction when your kids are grounded. What’s wrong with saying it the normal way, huh?”
“THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK!” Sam and David giggled and yelled, stomping their feet.
OKAY GUYS… who gets it next? Remember, anyone is fair game, including characters who are no longer on the show and those who we’ve already thwacked once. Let your voice be heard.