Yep, it was a bright and sunny, happy little Fourth of July... Just the kind of weather that Stormy hates the most. Stormy was in his usual cynical mood, as his day was darkened even more by the presence of Stephi's bubbly friends at the barbecue... except for Teeny and Floaty. 'Cause there's just something about them that he likes. The day dragged on very slowly for this dark kitty, as sounds of laughter and happiness filled the air, as well as the smell of hamburgers and hotdogs........... which gave Stormy an idea... one that would destroy a large amount of people at one time, and the best part is... it's slow and painful.

While everyone was splashing around in Stephi's pool, Teeny was being her anti-social self, Stormy teleported to where she was sitting and telepathically told her of his evil plan. Afterward, they joked around about big green trucks and a particular red-headed, road-raged, teenage girl who's name escapes me at the moment (hehe). Stormy vanished away, tending to some business that had to do with the dog next door (as well as a guillotine).

Teeny, being the "nice" person that she is, she routinely made her happy little way to the dry-erase board and informed everyone to stay away from the hotdogs. The message read:

WARNING: Your cute, sweet, innocent, beloved little Stormy is apparently not what you think he is, for he has poisoned the hotdogs! Those who eat them will suffer from stomach pains, and will be transformed into a fat, green, slightly insane three-legged wildebeast with a backwards head whose diet consists of rainbow-colored toe socks and dryer lint. You will be unable to control your bowel movements and sooner or later (probably sooner) you will begin to smell similar to that of an forbidden-to-mention being who I will refer to as Scratch (in association with what the unmentionable's last name is). You will die from suffocation, as your own stench will be unbearable for you. Beware, for I tell the truth, as I heard it from the Dark One himself. You have been warned. That is all.

Afterward, everyone started getting out of the pool (which was very good, since Stormy had planted some hungry sharks in the water). Teeny told everyone not to eat the hotdogs, just incase they missed her notice. Of course, everyone ignored her (it comes with being socially-unacceptable) and said that she was being ridiculous and that Stormy was a sweet kitty who would never do anyone harm. Teeny tried to explain what Stormy was for the millionth time, but noooo.... they didn't listen. She expected as much.

Teeny sat around with her video-game-clad friends of hers, Floaty and Skirt-man... when oh looky. It was Stephi. She was on the couch clutching her stomach in pain. Teeny walked over to her and asked her if she ate a hotdog despite her warnings. Stephi croaked a weak "Yes, I'm sorry, Teeny, I should have listened to you... The hotdogs... I can't believe I have food poisoning." Teeny pratfalls (you know... in animes where those people fall when people say or do stupid stuff.... you know? ...never mind...) and walks away grumbling to herself. She finds Stormy happily practicing disintegrating rainbow-colored toe socks and explains to Stormy that although it would be very amusing to see a fat green 3-legged wildebeast, Stephi still owed her a lot of money, and as a wildebeast, it'd be even MORE unlikely that she'd ever get it back before the day cows fly outta her arse. Stormy was convinced to reverting Stephi to her "true form".... but that wasn't any better. Stephi turned into the Wicked Witch with a B (she was upset that she turned a shade of bright green and had one leg fall off in front of a particular somebody, whose name will not be revealed...) and began turning a nice shade of red instead and exploded at people when they tried to comfort her.

To calm her nerves, Stephi took a few friends to make an ice cream run, and to have a little fun picking up construction sign thingies... so that was quite interesting. When everyone came home, it occurred to Teeny that Floaty had eaten the hotdogs as well. In fact, he had 2 or 3. But he was fine. Couldn't have been better. This was odd, because Stormy didn't have favorites... or did he? Maybe Floaty had something that Stormy wanted...? We'll see.

See the next Stor(m)y, Trip to Floaty's!