A Day in the Life...

Still Got It

Staring at him where five set of eyes... And a vile smirk "It's been a long time Nigel Uno...Far too long..." The Delightful Children from down the Lane chorus...

Nigel sat there in disbelief, pondering how they survived the long fall down the humongous industrial toilet bowl. A collective series of gasps rang out behind him... his friends were equally as surprised as he was. Looking at the tablet there was no mistaking who was staring back at him with wild excitement. The Delightfuls were noticeably older, though it was assumed they would be stuck in their ten-year-old forms, due to the delightfulization of Sector Z. There they stood, dressed in more mature clothing that matched their youthful attire. Instead of boarding school uniforms they wore dark, business suits, male and female appropriate. They were immaculate, clean cut and shaven for the men, and the women wore their hair in tight little buns. Lenny no longer had his football helmet, but in its place, he wore a bowler hat, sans the braces.

"Well, this is unexpected" states Hoagie "I thought you guys got flushed? Never thought I'd see anything that's been flushed come back up."

"I'm with Hoagie, baby. We thought you guys might have died down there."

"What happened? Even the toilet gods couldn't stand ya and you flushed ya out? Hoagie snickers

"Enough! I'll have you know Gilligan, that everyone finds us marvelous company. I doubt a humorless jokester as you would be able to comprehend the sense of poise and dignity one needs to make a decent impression on one's colleagues." Hoagie frowns "Although, I relish in making jests at Mr. Gilligan's expense, to answer your inquiry, it was fairly simple for us to escape. Though, it was not our preferred method, we had to make our way through the sewer systems. However dreadful as it was, it was the only means of surviving the cesspool that you left us to rot in." The DCFDTL sneers

"So that explains that, but how come you ninnies are looking for me? I doubt you want another ride down the ol commode again?" Nigel smirks.

Glaring at the screen they reply "For your information Mr. Uno... we aren't after you per se... just information on the whereabouts of our poor Father. Last we knew he was pursuing you looking for his beloved smoking pipe, all those years ago. Sadly, dear Father hasn't been seen since, so we took up his position as supreme evil doer of the League of Adults! Even Grandfather recognized our significance and handed the mantle to us, though we aren't technically related...cousin..." they smile

"I am not your blasted cousin, you deranged psychopaths! I don't know where my uncle is, and I couldn't give two shits if he is missing or queen of bloody England! He was nothing, but a pain in my arse, I haven't even been on Earth for more than three...three freaking weeks and all because of him, my friends and family are in danger. He can rot his royal posterior in hell for all I care." Nigel was beyond upset.

"Well... I never... Mr. Uno head our words; you will rue the day that you cursed Father's name... rue I tell you. We will track you down and...."

They were cut off by Nigel throwing down the tablet and shattering it. His anger was at an all-time high, everything he had been trying to protect was on the verge of being destroyed because of a group of un-consoled children who missed their poor little daddy. Enough was enough, he already had one potential catastrophe looming on the horizon, and he didn't really want, nor need another. Nigel wanted to put an end to this as quickly as possible; he had a vague idea of how he would go about it.

Rubbing his hand over his bald head, he sighed turning to his friends. "Looks like you guys were right... it's all because of me, everything... I shouldn't have come back... all I've done is ruin your lives."