:: Fender's Doll Theatre ::

[fenderlove]

I'm home sick again. Fever's back up to 100, not as bad as before, and I'm puking everywhere. I think it might be the food poisoning. I haven't had food poisoning this bad since Bard. Oh, it's Klines disease! So, anyway, I thought I would post this on LJ since I'm bored.
I'm making a dollhouse for my Pinky: Street doll, and I've begun to do little photo stories about her adventures with my Sideshow Spike doll. XD



:: Fender's Pinky Theatre ::
Episode One: Never Touch the Coat.


Ursula: Hmm... My Spike plushie is definitely missing something... What could it be? *ponder ponder* Oh! He needs a coat!


Ursula: Let's see... Coat, coat, needs a coat... I don't have anything in my suitcase that I could use for your coat, Little One... *gets a brilliant idea* I know where I can get you a coat!


Ursula: Yay! Now you're perfect!
Plushie-Spike: ^_^


Spike: Hey, you little minx! Gimme back m' bloody jacket!
Ursula: Nope, it's mine. I found it.
Spike: You found it on my dead body!


Ursula: There are no laws against grave-robbing in Pinkyville.


Spike: How about we make a deal? I give you something, and you give me back my jacket?


Spike: Here. To you from me, Pinky Lee.
Ursula: Oooh. Can't. resist. little. blue. Tiffany's. bag.


Ursula: SQUEE! PINK CHAMPERS!
Plushie-Spike: XD


Spike: *thinks to himself* I wonder if I should tell them that its filled with arsenic and thalium? .... Nah.

*Several hours later....*

Ursula: *is ded* Uhhhhhhh....
Plushie-Spike: XP
Spike: *in the distance* No one touches my coat!