The Un-get-rid-able Plastic

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A nice, peaceful vacation day off, right?

THEN WHY DID A BEACH BALL JUST HIT MY FACE?!

JAAAAAY!!!

Before I could scream at him, Jay threw an airhead onto my lap.

A green one.

My favorite.

"Sorry about that Lloyd," he told me. "I was practicing."

I looked up, confused. "Practicing for what?"

Jays face turned red. I bet it matched Kai's GI. Heh heh.

Oh.....for her.

"For Nya!" I yelled, triumphant with my discoveries. Yes, two discoveries.

One, he practices for Nya....ALOT.

And two, he has a bag of airheads on him.

Yeeeees. I'm not sure what Jay could be practicing for Nya with a beach ball, but whatever. The sun hit me and I melted.

But then the ball hit me in the face again.

And I recovered my shape, just so I could smack him across the face.

SMACK!

Wow. That felt good.

I guess not for Jay. He started doing his little whining sounds.

"Owwwww...Lloyd! That hurt," he moaned. I rolled my eyes.

Suck it up!

Jay looked around the empty beach before focusing on me in zero gravity chair, under an umbrella.

Yes, I don't like getting burned. And yes, Jay still has the bag of airheads.

Sigh.

I'm just gonna lay here quietly, listening the waves, and rela---

BONK!

Pshhhhhhhh. Breeeeeeeee. Psssssh.

"NOOO!"

Sorry 'bout that. That was just me, deflating Jays ball because it hit me in the face again.

"My ball!" Jay cried over it like babies would. Well, I guess Jay is a baby....

"My beautiful beach ball!" He looked at me sharply. "I paid two dollars for that!"

I shrugged. "You would have been paying a lot more for plastic surgery if I didn't deflate that beach ball."

Ooooo. Beat that, Zapbag.

He couldn't.

One, he was still too busy morning over his deflated beach ball -heh heh- and two, HE STILL HAD THOSE AIRHEADS.

"But, but why Greg? Why him?!"

Greg? Who's Greg?

Then it hit me. I mean, literally.

"Okay! Who blew up Greg?!" I scanned the beach. I noticed one person, Jay. Shocker! Right!?

"Hmmm..." I acted stupid, pretending there were other people on the beach beside Jay, who was trying to get smaller.

"Jay!" I asked in 'amazement'. "Did you blow up Greg?"

"Nooooo...." He said, shuffling his foot in the sand.

"Lair!" I screamed. I huffed at him and took a screw from my chair. Then, I hit the beach ball.

"N-o-oo-ooo," Jay screamed in slow motion.

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