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shrek p2

At this point expecting two chapter's a year might happen lol.
Sorry this took so long I'm totally not putting off reading my drama monologue, rereading what i wrote last time i have come to the conclusion that i was having a caffeine rush lol, enjoy this "story".

*snorts in im now in collage and got a 5 in drama*

3rd Person

Shrek had finished, Clint was hanging off the sofa trying to grab the half empty bottle of vodka on the floor. Scott was giggling at a photo of donkey he'd pulled up on his phone.

"Clinnntt" he slurred, Clint fell of the sofa and managed to grab the bottle, he looked over at scott from the floor, "Yes Mr Scott" he replied rasing the bottle like he was saluting scott, "Donkeys hot right?" Scott said turning his phone around and showing the photo of donkey and shrek. Clint crawled over to him and took the phone out of his hands and zoomed in on donkey, "100 percent, he is a very hot donkey," he said and began flicking through Scotts gallery, "Why do you have a photo of donkey wearing a bikini on a beach?" he sniggered, Scott snatched his phone back and glared at him, grabbed his bottle of vodka and pored it on him a bit. Clint threw himself forward to avoid the alcohol.

"we should stage the photo," Scott said laughing as Clint was now sprawled out on the floor, "what do you mean, scotty boy?" Clint mumbled into the carpet and began pushing himself up to see his friend fiddling with a cushion string, "One of us can be donkey on the beach," Scott began, Clint watching his every move, all ears for his friends idea. "and the other can be shrek!" Clint grinned at him and pulled himself off the floor and grabbed Scotts arm yanking him off the sofa, "TO THE BEACH!" He  loudly whispered, Scott grinned back at him and began to follow him to the front door, "Your parents are deaf," he said giggling as Clint struggled to open the door. "I know," Clint replied clearly consentrating on opening the door, after a couple of try he opened it and Scott flew past him down to the mail box where he turned around jumping like a puppy while waiting for Clint to catch up.

"turn right in 2 yards," Clint had google maps out. Scott had just walked into a pole, "how far is two yards?" he mumbled rubbing his face, "turn here" the map lady said. "guess its this far," Clint said obviously thinking about something, he clicked his fingers and pointed at Scott "you should pretend to be donkey and craw across the road!". Scott grinned at him and dropped down onto all fours hearing Clint almost falling over laughing as he crawled across the road. "I can see the beach!" Clint yelled unnecessarily loud, Scott Jumped up grabbing hold of Clint's shoulder and began running towards the beach stopping the kick of his shoes which ended up with him falling onto the floor.

Clint snorted as Scott failed to untie his shoe laces and raced on towards the shore while yelling "Im Gonna Beat you!", Scott flipped him off and managed to pry his shoe's off, forgetting about his socks and chased Clint down the beach.

Scott didn't know why the beach had a pier but it did and now Clint was spinning round one of the poles that held it up. "Welcome to my humble abode," Clint slurred directing his hand towards the underneath of the piers broken wall. "Its Very Pretty," was the reply from Scott who was also now hanging of another pole. "Your wearing socks, donkey does not wear socks," Clint said pointing at Scotts feet putting on an impression of being shocked,
"This Donkey Does!" Scott said pointing at himself proudly.

Clint sat cross legged in the sand , leaning against the pier pole watching Scott stumble through the sand looking for his shoes, so far he'd found another sock which he'd thrown at Clint and said "Shrek wears socks" and a broken sandal which he was now wearing around the beach , every now and again it popped off.

"Can't find em" Scott said staggering back to Clint after searching for about 5 minutes, "doesn't matter, donkey doesn't  wear shoes". Scott shrugged and layed down in the sand and preceded to make a sand angel while begging Clint to join him. "Please , please, please, please, please, please, please, please ,please, ple-", "shut up". Clint layed down next to Scott kicking some sand in his face and purpose and made his sand angel as well.

Tbh idk how to end this oneshot so ,

they made sand angels and lived happily ever after.

This is your late Christmas present and if your lucky you'll get one in the new year. Also if you can spot the writting style changing bravo 👌