Iggy and Fang are bored. So why not do something manly? Like, oh say...coloring!

Fang: Coloring is not manly.

Me: You just say that 'cause you're not comfortable with your sexuality.

Fang:.....Huh?

Coloring IS Talent

Fang walked into the living room where Iggy was sitting on the couch, bored. Fang plopped down next to him, pointing back towards the hall. "Hey, Ig, there's some homeless people in the basement again, watching Dr. M's TV."

Iggy just shrugged. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh." Fang said, also shrugging. "I can't believe we're the only ones home today."

Iggy nodded. "Yeah, I'm kinda bored."

"Well, is there anything we could do?" Fang asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could make some bombs or something. Set them off in the front yard and confuse the cops again."

"Nice." Fang said enthusiasticly. "That sounds really fun and safe!"

"Yeah, sounds pretty cool." Iggy agreed.

Fang smiled slyly. "Hey, we could call up some of Ella's friends. You know, girl friends. Max isn't here to call us sexist pigs..."

Iggy nodded, grinning. "Not bad..."

"You know what I mean?" Fang asked. "We could have, like, a bomb party! Invite all the girls..."

"Yeah." Iggy agreed.

"Yeah!" Fang said excitedly.

"But wait!" Iggy said suddenly. "I hate to burst your bubble, but I got something that's gonna knock your socks off." He reached under the couch, pulling out two large books.

Fang nearly freaked out at the sight of them. "HOLY FREAK, THEY'RE COLORING BOOKS!"

"I forgot I had these babies." Iggy said, grinning. "They're the rare, jumbo fun size."

"Forget about all the bombs and girls!" Fang said. "LET'S COLOR!"

"Alright!" Iggy said.

"Hey, wait..." Fang said. "You can't see the coloring books! You're blind!"

"They have a white background, Fang! Duh!"

"Oh."

Five minutes later, they were seated on the floor at the coffee table, a jumbo coloring book in front of each of them.

"Ok," Fang said. "This is a coloring contest. The one with the best picture's automatically.....the greatest person in the world."

"Well, then it looks like I'm gonna be the greatest person alive." Iggy said confidently.

"Let's go, you pansy!" Fang said, grabbing a crayon.

"Alright..." Iggy replied, grabbing a crayon of his own.

They both colored madly, arms moving so fast, it looked like they'd fall off. They were exerting so much energy into their coloring, they were panting. And making other noises.

"YOU'RE GOING DOWN, BIRD-BOY!" Fang yelled.

"NO WAY!" Iggy said back. "I got this in the bag!"

As they were coloring, Magnolia barked somewhere outside. "SHUT UP, DOG!" Fang yelled.

They continued coloring like maniacs.

"And, stop!" Fang said, slamming down his crayon.

"Alright, let's see what you have." Iggy said.

"Check it out." said Fang, lifting his coloring book. "It's an indian riding a teddy bear."

"Wow."

"What about you?" Fang asked.

"Wait 'till you see this." Iggy said, lifting his coloring book.

Fang threw his arms up. "Ok, my picture wins!"

"What?!" Iggy exclaimed, angry. "What makes you decide who colors better?"

"Dude, all you did was draw a wing!" Fang said, pointing toward Iggy's picture, where he had drawn a green wing over the actual picture of an octopus.

"Is that so wrong?" Iggy asked, turning his book back around to look at it.

"You were supposed to color the octopus!"

"Fine." Iggy announced. "Best two out of three."

"You got it!" Fang said, flipping through his coloring book.

They both started coloring madly again. Now, they were making sounds that made them sound slightly possesed.

"Hey, dude, pass me the blue." Fang said, still coloring.

"Hold on!" Iggy said. "I'm using it!"

"PASS ME THE FLIPPING BLUE!" Fang yelled.

"And what happens if I don't?" Iggy said slyly.

"Then I'm gonna take this yellow crayon and shove it down your throat!" Fang said, waving a yellow crayon in Iggy's face.

Totally freaked out, Iggy handed the blue crayon to Fang.

"That'a boy." Fang said, pulling the crayon away from Iggy.

"Ok, stop!" Fang said fifteen minutes later, putting his crayon down.

"Ok, you first this time." Iggy said.

"Check 'em out!" Fang said, holding up his book to reveal a picture of a glowing baseball glove.

"You dreams are about to be shattered." Iggy said, holding up his coloring book. "It's not every day you get to see a beautiful coloring of a hippo taking a shower."

Fang wasn't happy. "Ok, last round! This'll prove who's best!"

"You're on!"

Once again, they were coloring madly, the sounds they were making getting weirder.

"You're gonna lose, dumbass!" Fang yelled at Iggy.

"I'm gonna cut off your wing and use it as a lamp shade!" Iggy replied.

Fang froze, staring at Iggy. "You're sick!"

"Oh man, this picture is so legit!" Iggy said, still coloring.

Magnolia barked again from outside. She probably wanted to come in, but Fang just yelled, "SHUT UP, DOG!" again.

"Stop!" Fang finally said. "Let's see what you've got."

"Hold on to your hat." Iggy said, grinning.

Fang reached up on top of his head to grab his hat, then realized he didn't have one.

"This is my crying bracelet." said Iggy, holding up a picture of.....a crying bracelet.

"Oh, a sad bracelet!" Fang said, surprised. "Go fly sideways."

"I take it that I totally destroyed you?" Iggy asked, smug.

"Not so fast." Fang said, picking up his coloring book. "Weep at my creation!" He lifted the book, showing Iggy his picture. It was a little girl crawling onto a table. Her underwear was showing.

"Sweet God." Iggy whispered.

"It's an up-skirt shot of a little girl climbing a kitchen table." Fang said.

"That is disgusting!" Iggy yelled, slamming down his book.

"I know..."

"But it is the greatest picture known to man." Iggy stated.

"Bingo." Fang answered.

"No!" Iggy said. "You can't win like this!"

"Oh, but I have." Fang replied. "I have the best picture ever!'

"I want you to fail!" Iggy yelled.

"Too bad." Fang said, lifting up his picture again to show Iggy. "I'm going to hang this up in your room so you can see how much win I am every day."

Iggy suddenly reached across the table and ripped Fang's picture in two.

Fang was pissed. "You're not my best friend anymore!"

"Fine!" Iggy countered. "Let the coloring book get the best of you!"

"It's not the coloring book, it's you!" Fang said, pointing at Iggy menacingly. "You're nothing but FAIL!"

"GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!!!" Iggy yelled, jumping to his feet.

"I WILL!" Fang yelled back, jumping up also.

Fang stormed to the door and out of the house. Iggy, still pissed, followed him close behind.

As he was storming across the yard, Fang yelled, "If you don't mind, I'm gonna go hang out with a lot of girls now!"

"Alright, you go do that!" Iggy yelled back.

"I will! And I'm gonna like it!" Fang said, turning back towards Iggy.

"Yeah, well while you're off doing that, I'm gonna go in there and make some awesome bombs!"

"Yeah, well you have fun with that!"

"I will have fun! And I'm gonna piss off some freaking cops!"

"FINE!" Fang yelled, storming towards the woods.

"FINE!" Iggy yelled, storming back into the house and closing the door.

Fang was almost to the woods, when he stopped, realization crossing his face. "Wait, I just got kicked out of my own house!"

"MOTHER-"

Don't worry, Fang, you totally won the colorng contest. Don't listen to Iggy.

Fang: Yeah, and I got to go hang out with girls, so who cares?

Me: -smacks forehead- Sexist pig. Besides, you got kicked out of your own house.

Fang: Oh, yeah....

R&R?

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