Stopping to ThinkAnother day, another pile of junk.More Like This
Not that Rita minded junk. It certainly had its uses, but she still felt a little unhappy as she slowed to a stop next to a dingy sidewalk. She had spent as little time as possible at home, partly because she didn't want anyone following her there. She had recently been having trouble with a few shady characters. Ever since her dad had gotten himself injured getting that ruby (and ever since she had stolen it back again) things felt like one big mess. Those goons popped up from time to time and every encounter had become harder and harder to get out of as their efforts to take it from her became more aggressive.
She sometimes found herself wishing she had a partner, wondering if it would be easier to deal with them if someone could help her. None of her siblings were old enough to help her, except maybe Liam, but he didn't have the sense for this sort of thing. All the same, she wouldn't have wanted to put any of them in danger.
She was getting tired
Good NightRoddy felt a sort of emptiness as he curled himself underneath Rita's sock. He would be going home. He was very glad of it, this bottom world was not at all to his liking. Even so he felt a certain amount of guilt over lying to Rita. It wasn't as if she would find out, she wouldn't be going all the way home with him, but how was he supposed to answer those kind of questions? 'Why no, I don't have any family. I'm all alone and I only want to go home so badly because these sewers are so disgusting.'More Like This
Fantastic way to speak to a lady when you want something from her.
Besides, she probably wouldn't have understood anyway. Having so many brothers and sisters, she wouldn't know the peace you can only get from absolute solitude. Perfect, unbroken peace...surrounded by empty rooms with no one to bother you...worry over you...
A sigh escaped Roddy's lips as he turned his head to glance at the brick far overhead. It wouldn't matter anymore anyway. That was how it had always been.
"Good night." he
JusSonic's Cars Toons: Fuzzy's Tall Tales 11Author's noteMore Like This
Here it is, folks, the final short of Fuzzy's Tall Tales! Once it's done, so is this story (unless Pixar made a new one of course). Here we go!
As our short begins, a logo is shown on a familiar shack.
"JusSonic's Cars Toons: Fuzzy's Tall Tales"
We hear a horn honking before the door fell down. Fuzzy came out, smirking as he announces, "If Ah's lyin', Ah's crying!"
"Time Travel Fuzzy: A JusSonic Laugh-O-Gram"
It is another day in the town of Townsville Springs. Our favorite duo of Tommy and Fuzzy were hanging out near the statue of the town's founder Mr. Magnorium in their vehicles as Madam Foster came up.
"Morning racer; Morning, tow truck Deli-Bob Head." Madame Foster said, frowning to Fuzzy on the next part. She smiles to the statue of her late husband. "Good morning, Magnorium honey!"
Foster heads off. Tommy in concern spoke out, "Gee, she doesn't like you, Fuzzy. And you let her get away with calling you by that name that you hated?"
"Shucks, Ah don't kno