Statehouse Oneshots

Rode Island's attempt to bake

As you may have guessed from the title, Rode Island is trying to bake.

There's just one, tiny little problem.

The ingredients. Those heathens put them up so damn high.

Rhode Island huffed and climbed up onto the counter. Now Rhode, you may ask, why don't you just use a step stool? Well dear reader he's stubborn. And that would be admitting defeat.

Reaching up, he opens the cupboard, spotting the flour.
God fucking dammit.
Why was it on the top shelf? Heavy things do not belong up there! Who would do that? Absolute bastards that's who.

He reaches further, managing to grab it, and then attempts to pull it down. Attempting being the key word.

He stumbles backward, flailing his arms and bringing the flour down with him.
He landed sprawled on his back, the flour having exploded all over the place.
He could hear someone laughing at him.

He opens his eyes, searching for the owner of the voice so he could give them his most menacing glare.

And there was New Jersey, standing over him, still giggling.

"You need some help Rockie Rhode?" He asks, extending an hand down

"No" he grumbles

New Jersey gave him a look.

"..maybe.." he takes the other states hand, and New Jersey helps him up.

"C'mon, let's go get you cleaned up"