Tom Nookie

Toothfairy

Another cold day in T/n.

The nooklings were at their positions in their shop.

Timmy bolted towards Tommy. "Tommy! Tommy! Look!" Timmy opens his mouth to reveal his loose tooth. 

Tommy tilts his head, "Your tooth is all wiggly. That means it'll fall out soon! At least that's what Uncle Nook told me!" 

Timmy pokes at his tooth, "Really??? Phew! I thought I was getting old too soon!" he laughs. 

"We have to tell Uncle Nook about this!" Tommy clapped his hands as they both headed to the door. Leif stops them, "Woah, woah there little fellas. Where do you two think you are going?" 

"We gotta show our Uncle Nook about Timmy's loose tooth!" Tommy exclaims. 

Leif crosses his arms, "I can't risk you two running off like that again! Especially after what happened last time!" 

"We'll be quick Leif!!!" Timmy begs. 

"I don't know, little ones... I can't have Mr. Nook getting stressed like last time!" 

"Oh pleaseeee Leifff!" Timmy and Tommy pout. 

Leif scratches the back of his head, "Come on you two! You know I'll get in big trouble if you two get lost." 

Timmy and Tommy and fall to the floor and begin to cry. "WHYYY!!!" Timmy and Tommy begin to pound their fists on the ground. Attracting attention to villagers who were in the store shopping. 

Leif looks around nervously, "N-now, now- don't cry you two. You know I don't like attracting attention f-from people!" he whispers to them. 

Timmy and Tommy look up at him, "then you'll let us go?" they wag their tails. 

"No!" Leif crosses his arms. 

Timmy and Tommy frown and cry even louder. Leif quivers as he notices villagers staring straight at him. "Ok! Ok! You can go! Just don't get lost like last time, ok!?" 

The nooklings got up and smiled, "we won't!!!"

They ran through the snowy sidewalk and into Nook's shop. "Uncle Nook! Uncle Nook! I-" Timmy stops and looks around. The shop was empty. "That's strange, the shop is never empty..." Tomm looks around. "Uncle Nook must be in the restroom or something... Let's wait here for a while." Timmy hops onto Lyle's desk. Tommy does the same. 

The boys play around with the objects at his desk and notice a small bottle under his desk. Timmy takes it and begins to shake it around, "Oh lookie! Mr. Lyle must keep his apple juice here." 

"How are you so sure it's apple juice?" Tommy says as he examines the bottle. 

"Because it looks just like it, duh! What else could it be?" Timmy shrugs. 

"Now thinking about it, I'm kinda thirsty..." Tommy taps his paws on the desk. 

Timmy looks at the bottle, "Well... I'm sure he won't mind if we take a little sip out of it..." he smiles and opens the bottle. Tommy quickly takes a sip out of it. His eyes widen and spit it out, "*cough* That's *cough* not apple juice..." 

Timmy raises an eyebrow and smells the bottle, "You're right! It kinda smells like... Alchohol..." 

Lyle bursts through the door, "Sorry I'm late boss I-" Lyle stops in his tracks seeing both the nooklings on his desk. 

"Nooklings? You shouldn't be here..." 

"And you shouldn't be drinking beer at work!" Timmy holds up the bottle in his face.