Squeegee Beckenheim
SB - The Hunk (Since 2005)
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- Seen Oct 22, 2012
I wrote this story based off characters I have created. My brother make up stories to follow the characters in the story. I hope you will read it, and give me some ideas on how I can make it better.
It is currently untitled, but I hope that will change.
Enjoy!
?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?
?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?
?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?
?Chooooooooooooo!?
As Brandon sneezed, all of his doodles flew off the table. If the doodles had not been ugly pictures of his brother maybe, he would have felt better. Like always, the doodles fell in the tiny hole in his room directly into the lap of his brother.
?Brandon!? Caleb cried from one floor down.
?Yes, brother of whom I love so much that I would only draw those pictures of you to show you your true flaws in you ultra stunning?,?
?Zip it you fool!? Caleb said angrily, ?I do not appreciate the drawings of me in a pool of my own snot.?
?Well brother I haven?t perfected a pool of barf yet so I went with the next best thing,? Brandon said in his regular stupid way.
?What is going on in here?? called a British voice from around the corner.
?Oh no here comes another dumb dumb!? Caleb said in his regular enraged manner.
Around the corner turned a bear a teddy bear of course. His fur was well wrinkled from either lots of love from Brandon or lots of hate from Caleb. He was made in Korea, but he had the thickest British accent anyone has ever heard. His name was Big Teddy. What an original name you know? He was brown though he wished he were white. He always believed polar teddy bears had more fun. He also figured he was the best because he was the oldest.
?What in the name of sweet Uncle Clarence, may he rest in peace, is going on in here?? asked the bear.
?First thing this is known of your business, second Uncle Clarence is not dead, third we do not have an Uncle Clarence, and fourth why are you wearing a dress??
The brown teddy bear was indeed wearing a dress. It was pink, covered in shiny multicolored rhinestones, the skirt was fluffy like a tub of whipped cream, and the shoulders were bows cover with more rhinestones. His pantyhose or ?manie panies? as Big Teddy called them were also pink. Through the small holes in his pantyhose, the hair on Big Teddy?s legs crept through.
?Caleb, what I do in my room is none of your business,? he replied, ?and if you must know I was only trying this dress on to see if I wanted to buy six for the price of one.?
?Who would offer you an ugly bear a deal for six dresses for the price of one?? Caleb questioned calmly though still steaming mad after the doodle incident.
?Stanley?s,? Brandon chimed in.
?Yes, that is right it was a Stanley?s catalog that I got this sample dress from,? Big Teddy remarked, ?how would you know that it was from Stanley?s, Brandon??
?I guessed?? Brandon said nervously.
?Tell me Brandon?? Caleb, who was now angry once again, remarked.
?I, uh, I, um,? suddenly the lights dimmed and a disco ball came down from the ceiling. When the ball lit up the room Brandon was nowhere to be found. Before Caleb could comment on the entire freaky situation Brandon popped out of his closet dressed in a twenty-four button dress, with a wig on his head, and a pair of the most feminine glasses he could find. He sat still on a stool next to Big Teddy and then began to talk.
?Hi, I am your host Brandonna and I am here to tell you what?s hot right now,? Brandon pointed to the dress Big Teddy was modeling, ?this piece is a Stanley?s original. As you can observe the rhinestone inlay upon the silk bows of the shoulders.?
Bid Teddy twirled around numerous times before the two brothers.
?Wow, it is true every bear has his day,? Caleb commented before being interrupted again by Brandon.
?This dress could be yours today for only five hundred and ninety nine dollars,? Brandon commented in the most feminine way possible, ?but you know us here at HSTV we love a happy customer so we are going to throw in five more dresses for the price of one. That is a six hundred dollar value for only five hundred and ninety nine dollars!?
Before the madness could continue, Caleb stopped this freak show and slapped Brandon on the forehead as fast and as hard as possible. As soon as Caleb knocked Brandon, in the head, the disco ball disappeared and it was dark. When the room lit up again Brandon was back in his chair as normal as he could be.
?Brandon, I am tired of you withholding information from me,? Caleb scolded, ?tell me now!?
?I ordered the catalog because it looked like a good deal, and Caleb you said my wardrobe was repulsive and that it belonged in the garbage not on me,? Brandon explained as best he could but Caleb did not care about the catalog as much as he cared about the doodles.
As soon as Brandon finished off his speech, footsteps could be heard walking up the stairs and crossing the hall. In through the door walked a smaller bear. This one was half the size of Big Teddy, and much darker brown almost black. His name was of course Little Teddy, Caleb?s bear. Little Teddy was a baby in the house and was never given the same responsibilities, but everybody loved him. His voice was very high and if it were any higher, it would break windows. Next to Little Teddy was Brandon?s dog Tracter. Tracter was smaller than Little Teddy but much older and wiser for his years. Tracter was a basset hound, he was the Hush Puppy hound, and he was Caleb?s worst enemy. Tracter?s brown and white fur, brought out his sad, drooping eyes. Tracter?s dander brought out Caleb?s snot. Yes, Caleb was allergic to dogs.
?Oh no Tracter they are fighting again,? Little Teddy said in an almost distraught tone, ?Tracter run and wake Geraldine we need her to bring the tapes.?
Caleb turned to see his best friend standing in the doorway just long enough for Brandon to hop out of his chair and start climbing out the window. Caleb began to pull Brandon out of the window to foil his escape when he heard Big Teddy storm out of Brandon?s room down to his room across the hall. When Caleb had completely pulled Brandon out of the window, he threw Brandon back to his chair, and Caleb began to scold him.
?What is your problem?? Caleb questioned Brandon.
?Guby!? Brandon answered.
?I am not joking this is the third time this week that this has happened,? Caleb charged again.
?Guby!? Brandon answered as he tilted his head and stuck his tongue out at the annoyed Caleb.
?Listen stupid I am not going to deal with your stupid remarks!? Caleb yelled again louder.
?GUBY!? Brandon yelled louder.
At that moment, Little Teddy and Tracter had put headphones on the two warring brothers. The headphones were playing lulling music for Brandon and anger management prep for Caleb. Brandon?s face looked like a mindless zombie from Wisconsin only the zombies from Wisconsin smelled worse, and Caleb accepted the unwanted intervention.
As Caleb panned around the room, he saw Brandon with spit dripping from his mouth, Little Teddy watching the two of them like hawks, Tracter using Brandon?s desk as a fire hydrant, and his cat Geraldine entering the grand picture.
Geraldine was the only real girl in the group even though half of the boys acted like girls. Geraldine love being the only girl because she did nothing and nothing was ever expected of her. Calico cats are funny that way. Her brown and white fur almost a ditto of Tracter?s in every way except for the fact she combed hers every morning. You knew when the cat was happy because she would have her bright yellow bow tied in her long tail.
As the anger management tape played on Caleb closed his eyes to meditate. Meditation was the only thing that could possibly calm him down enough so that he could handle his brother. The tape was extremely loud today. He figured that because this was the third time he had bit his brother?s head off Little Teddy, Tracter, and Geraldine had wised up to him. As he progressed into his meditations, he remembered the drawings his brother had drawn of him.
Brandon continued listening to his tape of Beethoven remixes. It was Beethoven?s best symphonies redone in a more rock music way. The tape was the only thing that could calm him down. Brandon did not meditate as much as Caleb did however, Brandon did understand how to meditate and the importance of it. Brandon as well could not get over the picture he had drawn of his brother. They were just for laughs, but Caleb always took them the wrong way. Brandon began to think about liver and his cares flew away.
It is currently untitled, but I hope that will change.
Enjoy!
?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?
?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?
?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?
?Chooooooooooooo!?
As Brandon sneezed, all of his doodles flew off the table. If the doodles had not been ugly pictures of his brother maybe, he would have felt better. Like always, the doodles fell in the tiny hole in his room directly into the lap of his brother.
?Brandon!? Caleb cried from one floor down.
?Yes, brother of whom I love so much that I would only draw those pictures of you to show you your true flaws in you ultra stunning?,?
?Zip it you fool!? Caleb said angrily, ?I do not appreciate the drawings of me in a pool of my own snot.?
?Well brother I haven?t perfected a pool of barf yet so I went with the next best thing,? Brandon said in his regular stupid way.
?What is going on in here?? called a British voice from around the corner.
?Oh no here comes another dumb dumb!? Caleb said in his regular enraged manner.
Around the corner turned a bear a teddy bear of course. His fur was well wrinkled from either lots of love from Brandon or lots of hate from Caleb. He was made in Korea, but he had the thickest British accent anyone has ever heard. His name was Big Teddy. What an original name you know? He was brown though he wished he were white. He always believed polar teddy bears had more fun. He also figured he was the best because he was the oldest.
?What in the name of sweet Uncle Clarence, may he rest in peace, is going on in here?? asked the bear.
?First thing this is known of your business, second Uncle Clarence is not dead, third we do not have an Uncle Clarence, and fourth why are you wearing a dress??
The brown teddy bear was indeed wearing a dress. It was pink, covered in shiny multicolored rhinestones, the skirt was fluffy like a tub of whipped cream, and the shoulders were bows cover with more rhinestones. His pantyhose or ?manie panies? as Big Teddy called them were also pink. Through the small holes in his pantyhose, the hair on Big Teddy?s legs crept through.
?Caleb, what I do in my room is none of your business,? he replied, ?and if you must know I was only trying this dress on to see if I wanted to buy six for the price of one.?
?Who would offer you an ugly bear a deal for six dresses for the price of one?? Caleb questioned calmly though still steaming mad after the doodle incident.
?Stanley?s,? Brandon chimed in.
?Yes, that is right it was a Stanley?s catalog that I got this sample dress from,? Big Teddy remarked, ?how would you know that it was from Stanley?s, Brandon??
?I guessed?? Brandon said nervously.
?Tell me Brandon?? Caleb, who was now angry once again, remarked.
?I, uh, I, um,? suddenly the lights dimmed and a disco ball came down from the ceiling. When the ball lit up the room Brandon was nowhere to be found. Before Caleb could comment on the entire freaky situation Brandon popped out of his closet dressed in a twenty-four button dress, with a wig on his head, and a pair of the most feminine glasses he could find. He sat still on a stool next to Big Teddy and then began to talk.
?Hi, I am your host Brandonna and I am here to tell you what?s hot right now,? Brandon pointed to the dress Big Teddy was modeling, ?this piece is a Stanley?s original. As you can observe the rhinestone inlay upon the silk bows of the shoulders.?
Bid Teddy twirled around numerous times before the two brothers.
?Wow, it is true every bear has his day,? Caleb commented before being interrupted again by Brandon.
?This dress could be yours today for only five hundred and ninety nine dollars,? Brandon commented in the most feminine way possible, ?but you know us here at HSTV we love a happy customer so we are going to throw in five more dresses for the price of one. That is a six hundred dollar value for only five hundred and ninety nine dollars!?
Before the madness could continue, Caleb stopped this freak show and slapped Brandon on the forehead as fast and as hard as possible. As soon as Caleb knocked Brandon, in the head, the disco ball disappeared and it was dark. When the room lit up again Brandon was back in his chair as normal as he could be.
?Brandon, I am tired of you withholding information from me,? Caleb scolded, ?tell me now!?
?I ordered the catalog because it looked like a good deal, and Caleb you said my wardrobe was repulsive and that it belonged in the garbage not on me,? Brandon explained as best he could but Caleb did not care about the catalog as much as he cared about the doodles.
As soon as Brandon finished off his speech, footsteps could be heard walking up the stairs and crossing the hall. In through the door walked a smaller bear. This one was half the size of Big Teddy, and much darker brown almost black. His name was of course Little Teddy, Caleb?s bear. Little Teddy was a baby in the house and was never given the same responsibilities, but everybody loved him. His voice was very high and if it were any higher, it would break windows. Next to Little Teddy was Brandon?s dog Tracter. Tracter was smaller than Little Teddy but much older and wiser for his years. Tracter was a basset hound, he was the Hush Puppy hound, and he was Caleb?s worst enemy. Tracter?s brown and white fur, brought out his sad, drooping eyes. Tracter?s dander brought out Caleb?s snot. Yes, Caleb was allergic to dogs.
?Oh no Tracter they are fighting again,? Little Teddy said in an almost distraught tone, ?Tracter run and wake Geraldine we need her to bring the tapes.?
Caleb turned to see his best friend standing in the doorway just long enough for Brandon to hop out of his chair and start climbing out the window. Caleb began to pull Brandon out of the window to foil his escape when he heard Big Teddy storm out of Brandon?s room down to his room across the hall. When Caleb had completely pulled Brandon out of the window, he threw Brandon back to his chair, and Caleb began to scold him.
?What is your problem?? Caleb questioned Brandon.
?Guby!? Brandon answered.
?I am not joking this is the third time this week that this has happened,? Caleb charged again.
?Guby!? Brandon answered as he tilted his head and stuck his tongue out at the annoyed Caleb.
?Listen stupid I am not going to deal with your stupid remarks!? Caleb yelled again louder.
?GUBY!? Brandon yelled louder.
At that moment, Little Teddy and Tracter had put headphones on the two warring brothers. The headphones were playing lulling music for Brandon and anger management prep for Caleb. Brandon?s face looked like a mindless zombie from Wisconsin only the zombies from Wisconsin smelled worse, and Caleb accepted the unwanted intervention.
As Caleb panned around the room, he saw Brandon with spit dripping from his mouth, Little Teddy watching the two of them like hawks, Tracter using Brandon?s desk as a fire hydrant, and his cat Geraldine entering the grand picture.
Geraldine was the only real girl in the group even though half of the boys acted like girls. Geraldine love being the only girl because she did nothing and nothing was ever expected of her. Calico cats are funny that way. Her brown and white fur almost a ditto of Tracter?s in every way except for the fact she combed hers every morning. You knew when the cat was happy because she would have her bright yellow bow tied in her long tail.
As the anger management tape played on Caleb closed his eyes to meditate. Meditation was the only thing that could possibly calm him down enough so that he could handle his brother. The tape was extremely loud today. He figured that because this was the third time he had bit his brother?s head off Little Teddy, Tracter, and Geraldine had wised up to him. As he progressed into his meditations, he remembered the drawings his brother had drawn of him.
Brandon continued listening to his tape of Beethoven remixes. It was Beethoven?s best symphonies redone in a more rock music way. The tape was the only thing that could calm him down. Brandon did not meditate as much as Caleb did however, Brandon did understand how to meditate and the importance of it. Brandon as well could not get over the picture he had drawn of his brother. They were just for laughs, but Caleb always took them the wrong way. Brandon began to think about liver and his cares flew away.
