Mrs. HalliganA Story by Michael StevensSmiling Toy Shop # 17!By Mike Stevens
Doris Halligan stormed back into the
living room, where some soap opera was showing on the television. Ordinarily, Doris loved watching soaps, but
today, not so much. Hearing about
make-believe people's troubles paled in comparison with the s**t she was going
through. Her son, Davy, was being a
handful today, lying through his teeth.
He had said hateful things though the door, and when confronted about
it, trying to blame his new teddy bear for saying them. Just how stupid did he think she was?
Apparently, pretty damn stupid. She'd
been so upset with him, she had spanked him, something she'd never imagined
herself doing; but she'd just been so upset.
Up until today, he'd always been a truthful child, but all of a sudden
he'd turned deceitful and disrespectful, and she wasn't sure what to do about
it.
After Davy's mom stormed out of the room
after wailing on Davy, Denbo smirked to himself; this was too much fun; and he
was looking for the next opportunity to screw with Davy's head.
After awhile, Davy's mom called though the
door, "Davy, lunch is ready. You
may come out to eat, but you're still in trouble. Eat your lunch, and then get back in your
room and think about what you've done."
Davy flashed an angry look at Denbo, and
replied, "Yes Mom." He knew
better than to argue anymore. No, he'd
stay quiet, and plot his revenge on the b*****d-bear.
When his mother finished speaking and
walked away from the door, Davy turned on Denbo and hissed, "You stay
here. I don't want to get in trouble for
supposedly saying something derogatory to Mom." He slammed the door shut
behind him. Denbo waited a couple of
minutes to make sure the dip-s**t little b*****d didn't come back, and it was a
wise move, because no sooner had he decided to go out through the door, than it
slammed open, and an angry-looking Davy, at
least as angry-looking as a limp-wristed idiot boy could look, thought
Denbo, glared through the doorway.
"Just checking to see just how stupid
you might be; I see you've wisely decided not to move, cause if you had, say
goodbye to your stuffing, freak!"
"Oh, I'm so scared, not!"
replied Denbo, although it was to a slamming door, as Davy was already headed back
to the other room.
If
this slope-headed moron think I can't reach the doorknob, he's exactly how
moronic I already think he is! he
thought, and climbed up onto the nightstand next to Davy's bed by using the
knobs, until he was standing on top, within easy reach of the doorknob. Get a
load of me now, idiot-king! He had
some trouble opening it, but eventually it swung outwards. He jumped down onto the carpet and just
walked away from his pretend-prison, after first re-shutting the door.
Davy
was watching cartoons in front of the television, with his T.V. tray set up in
front of him, when his mom came through the door from the kitchen, carrying a
sliced sandwich and a glass of milk. She
set the plate and milk on the tray, and grabbed the T.V. remote and switched
off the television.
"Oh no, you're being punished. No T.V. for you, young man."
"Oh Mom!" replied Davy.
"Oh nothing; as soon as you're done,
it's back to your room, mister, until you learn not to backtalk me, and quit
lying."
Davy said nothing, and sat there
morosely. Denbo, hiding behind the
couch, watched Mrs. Halligan walking away, decided now would be a good time to
stir the pot a little. In as high of a
voice as he could manage, he shouted,
"What is this, a s**t sandwich?"
Davy's mother, who was just reaching for
the doorknob, whirled around and replied quietly, "Excuse me?"
Davy answered truthfully, "I didn't
say it, my teddy bear must have."
"Oh s**t, not more of that lying crap!" and she stomped over to where Davy
sat on the couch, and hissed, 'Get up!"
"No Mom, I'm telling you the truth; I
didn't say a word."
"Stand up and face away from
me."
Davy knew it was hopeless. He sullenly rose to his feet and turned away
from his mother. Immediately, he felt
the sting of spanking on his rump, but this time, he didn't cry out. As he felt the pain of the blows, he vowed to
get that new pain-in-the-a*s (literally!) teddy bear.
After his mother got rid of her rage on
Davy's unfortunate butt and left the room, he looked around for Denbo. He said in a quiet voice, "Get out here;
I know you're here somewhere; show yourself, you chicken-s**t!"
Denbo immediately felt rage, "Who are
you calling a chicken-s**t, there, moron-boy?" and he stepped out from
behind the couch. Upon seeing Denbo's
location, Davy yelled, and came at him.
Denbo took off running, taunting,
"Oh, is moron-boy a bit angry?"
which only made Davy angrier. Denbo
leaped up onto the small table holding a lamp, which Davy sent floor-ward with
a triumphant yell,
"Ah, ha!"
Denbo replied, as he continued across the
table, and back onto the floor, "Ah, ha, my a*s," as the glass lamp
shade exploded as it struck the hardwood floor. He scampered back behind the couch just as
Doris Halligan stormed back into the room.
She saw the lamp shattered and lying in heap of glass fragments on the
floor.
"Alright, consider yourself grounded
for the next six months, and until you
apologize to me for being a smart-a*s.
Now, get back in your room, and if you're lucky, I'll slide some bread
and water under your door."
From behind the couch, Denbo chuckled to
himself, as he watched a morose, red-in-the-face Davy stomp past. As Davy glanced toward where he knew he was
hiding, Denbo balled up his fists and rubbed his eyes, pantomiming crying. Davy gave a cry of frustration, and started
over. Before he had taken 2 steps, his
mother swatted him again, and said in an angry tone of voice,
"That's enough; go!" and pointed
to the door. Davy grumbled,
"But Mom,..."
"Go, mister, I've about had it up to
here!"
Davy shot a hate-filled glance at Denbo's
hiding spot, and slammed out the door.
Denbo thought, this is so much
fun!
The End
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Added on August 7, 2013 Last Updated on August 8, 2013 AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more.. |

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