Story time story time~

So far:

go The sun was slowly setting down as a car pulled up in front of the Meowzorz’s Mansion. Right before it grinded to a stop, a rather loud stop, a man threw open the side of the door and rolled out of the side onto the ground. Landing in a crouch with a gun out and his jacket flapping behind him he looks around and shoots off three consecutive rounds. Then not twenty seconds later his head jerks forward as a “thwap” sound is heard and another man stands behind him saying, “You moron, stop going for those “awesome entrances” and stop wasting bullets. My god they cost quite a bit, and money doesn’t grow on trees.”
“But they are made from trees!” counters the man on the ground. As he puts his gun into a small hoister in his jacket, and gives a grin that naturally inspires anger.
The second man then twitches, and says, “Fine, no more root beer, or chocolate cigarettes for a week.” He says, as the first man’s face turns to utter despair, and water starts welling in his eyes, “You need a break anyways; seriously, I think I am getting second hand diabetes.”
“My eating habits are not that bad Brenjamin!” The man says as he stands up, and pulls out a chocolate cigarette which he puts in his mouth.
“They gave 1/10th of what you ate to a hummingbird. It went into a diabetic coma.” Bren says, “Brandon, that is very bad.”
“Oh please,” Brandon says, “I eat a lot each day.”
“No, this is 1/10th of what you ate in 42 minutes.” Bren tells him.
Brandon frowns and just says, “Oh. Damn. Maybe you do have a point…”
Bren rolls his eyes then says, “I always do. Now come on.” He says.
As Bren begins a walk towards the front door of the mansion, Brandon catches up and starts walking backwards, looking at his partner and asking, “So what is the case this time. Cause after the last incident, I figure I should learn this stuff.”
“You mean where you told a woman whose daughter ran away that you found the murderer?” Bren asks as he gives a small grin.
Brandon points at Bren then exclaims, “So sue me, I confused our ‘what is killing the rats’ and ‘runaway daughter’ cases. It was all solved when I mentioned it was a cat that killed and ate the victim!”
Bren sighs as his head falls into his hand, “No, that made it worse.”
Brandon looks at him and tilts his head to the left, “Oh yeh, well it was all better when we mentioned the victim was a rat.”
“No, that made her think your were insulting her daughter. It was better when I put you in a corner for the night, gave her the location of her daughter, and explained your mistake,” Bren says with a sigh.
“That was mean, seriously, I am too old for time outs.” Brandon tells him angrily.
“Whatever,” Bren says, then a mischievous smile appears on his face, “Oh, and have a nice trip Brandon.”
“Wha-“ Brandon starts to say at his foot lands on a sleek rock when he take a step backward and he slips and then falls into a fish pond, “That was an awful joke Bren!“
Bren looks down at his fallen comrade then starts laughing, after a few moments of his laughter –and Brandon glaring- he offers a hand to Brandon. Brandon then takes it, and pulls himself up, then notices a small hint of evil in Bren’s eyes as he is still off balance, and feels his hand become empty as he falls into the pond again. He looks up to see Bren holding his stomach while bend over laughing.
After the laughing subdues Bren offers his hand again, which Brandon takes. Brandon then quickly pulls at Bren’s arm trying to pull him in, but Bren angles his pull so that Brandon lands in the grass, “Dammit. Jackass.” Brandon murmurs, causing Bren to laugh some more.
Brandon stands up and faces Bren, then says, “I will get you. Just wait.”
“Sure you wi-“ Bren starts to say, and is then interrupted by Brandon putting his foot against Bren’s chest and pushing him backwards into the fish pond.
“FOR REVENGE” Brandon yells as a war cry.
“Would you god damn fucking sons of bitches shut the fuck up, while we wait for the damn detectives assholes! And get off our lawn!” A girl yells as she looks out at the two men, then when she sees Bren she points and yells “YOU!”
Bren looks up at her and then stands up wide eyed and disturbed, “YOU!” he yells pointing at her.
Brandon then looks at her, “You,” He says, as he looks at her outfit and points towards her, “Are in a french maid outfit, which might I say is quite hot.”
Not even three minutes after the first girl started yelling a second one comes out, meekly peeking past the open door towards the strangers, then looking up at her fellow French maid and asking, “Alex, what is wrong…”
“Emily! Kick those damn perverts out of here!” Alex yells at her fellow maid, while still glaring at Bren, “We especially don’t want that douche bag here when the detectives come here!”
Emily looks up at Alex then says in a fearful voice, “Alex…Those are the detectives”
Alex looks at Emily, then at her hand pointing at Bren, then at Bren himself, then at Brandon, “NANI!?!?!” She yells as Brandon does a small wave, and Bren continues to eye her cautiously, “You mean…the detectives…are these horrible hobos?!?!?! I imagined them…suave and cool, and so bishonen like…
“How can that douche be a detective though?!?! That murderer!” She yells again pushing her finger as far forward towards Bren as she can, pure anger in her every pore.
Brandon looks at Bren, then at Alex, then he quickly runs to the car and returns holding a tub of popcorn, “Juicy drama now.” He says excitedly and points forward like a movie producer.
Alex looks towards Brandon and glares, then looks back towards Bren, “You killed my pet tiger Killer!” She yells and jabs her finger towards him again, “And then you took advantage of me while we were drunk!”
Brandon looks at bren then says, “Wait, that fucker has murder and sex on me, come on, I am supposed to be the immoral one!”
Bren looks at alex then yells back, “Your ‘killer’ was a freaking tiger and tried to kill me! It was self defense! And you’re the one who cut off my pinky toes!” Then he shivers, “And you’re the one who jumped me when we were drunk and dragged me to that bedroom!”
Brandon looks at Alex then jumps up and points, “SO YOU ARE WHY HE NEVER ACCEPTS MY ENGRAVED PINKY TOE RINGS EACH YEAR!”
Emily looks hesitantly at Brandon, “Engrave…pinky toe rings?” She asks bewildered, “Do they really make those?”
“Yes, yes they do,” Brandon says enthusiastically, “If you know who to bribe, and where to look.”
“They do, he has given me upwards of fifty pairs over the years,” Bren says unenthusiastically, never looking away from the one who took his toes from him.


Update one:

“Actually it was more like 53-and-a-half pairs” Brandon muses, “But who is counting?”
“Apparently you are…” Emily murmers.
“NO NOISE FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY!” Brandon yells pointing at Emily, then looks at his friend, “I guess I will now have to get engraved pinky rings…and I can get myself a pair, matching pinky rings with our names on them!”
“Why God? What did I do to deserve this!” Bren asks, pleading with the sky, attempting –and failing—to gain some form of mercy from whatever deities may rule it.
Emily then looks around, and meekly murmurs, “Where did Alex go, and what is that noise in the distance?”
Brandon looks at the girl, “I dunno, I haven’t seen her in like 20 minutes…” he says then looks in the direction of his car, and hears screaming, “uh…”
“WHITNEY, NO, BRAKE, NOT SPEED UP, NO. STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP” is heard resounding through the courtyard, mixing with the sound of an overworked car engine. And within a minute a car is sighted heading straight towards the two detectives’ car, going at a good seventy miles an hour.

Update dos:

Bren looks at the scene with disgust and fear as the two cars collide, and flames begin to cover both of them, “OH GOD NOT MY BABY!”
Brandon just excitedly looks at the spectacle and yells in joy, “DAUGHTER!” then begins to run in the direction of the crash.
“Whitney get your ass out of the car! This is bad!” Yells a tall girl of about 5 foot 8 as she makes her way out of the fiery wreck. Her bright pink hair trapped under her, as she pulls herself out a window, and her long hair falls to its natural position at her waist, and small strands of her natural black hair show under the light of the growing fire. And she then wipes off all the dust and other stuff that has gotten on her clothes, and spends most of the time getting it off of her large double H breasts. She then looks to see her cohort Whitney already out of the car, and running towards Brandon.
As the two meet in the middle in front of the inferno that was the two cars, they embrace lovingly and start spinning in a circle, never separating. As the two cars explode and fly upwards behind them, landing in two separate parts of the mansion.
“FATHER” Whitney yells.
“DAUGHTER!” Brandon exclaims, as tears of joy begin running down both of their faces.
“Father!”
Daughter!”
“Father!”
Daughter!”
“Father!”
Daughter!”
“Father!”
Daughter!”
“Father!”
Daughter!”
“Father!”
Daughter!”
“Father!”
Daughter!”
“Father!”
Daughter!”

Update 3:

Then the two are pulled apart, Molly holding Whitney’s collar, and Bren holding Brandon’s. As the party-poopers glare at each other, and say at the exact same time, “No associating with the enemy!”
Emily blinks, then rubs her eyes, then exclaims, “What the fuck is going on here?!?” Her meekness and shyness getting replaced by pure confusion, “How are they father and daughter? And Who are these two new people. And….What is that girl wearing?” She asks looking at molly.
Molly looks at her, “What do you mean?” She asks, while she wears dark, black, knee high boots. And fish net covers her upper thighs and arms. Then right above the fishnet is a super short, dark, black, mini-skirt barely going past her panties. Which one could logically question the existence of such a thing. Then everyone gets a view of her exposed stomach, and her bellybutton, which happens to be pierced, while she wears a tube top with, “Your bitch! Right here!” Written on it. On her neck is a very tight cat collar, and her lips have dark red lipstick on them, along with a piercing on the bottom lip. And when she opens her mouth a tongue piercing is noticeable too.