Octo-Oneshots

Places We're Banned From

"So, er." Shellington looked at Dashi awkwardly, "Where would you like to go." She only sighed.

"Where can we go?" Shellington went silent. Every month or so, they had an outing with the crew in this part of Australia, and every year, they got themselves banned from someplace thanks to a certain orange pirate cat in particular.

"There was a pretty nice bar near here, I think." Peso suggested sweetly.

"Nah, we can't." Tweak sighed then gave Kwazii the dirtiest look possible, "Someone thought it was a good idea to get up on the table and start dancin'!"

"And wasn't he still sober?" Shellington pinched both sides of his nose, the memory of Kwazii's tail swishing in his face still painfully clear.

"What about the Rusty Clam?" Dashi suggested as everyone else winced. Oh, goodness. That.

"I don't believe that would be very prudent, dear girl." Professor Inkling cringed as he remembered the great mustard explosion of last year.

"I didn't know the mustard bottle would blow up!" Shellington put his paws up.

"But you couldn't have worked out that you weren't supposed to test your theory of aerodynamics with it?" Tweak raised her eyebrow at him as he pouted.

The not-so-merry band of partyers continued to go through their list. They weren't allowed in the park anymore after a certain Professor had summoned the biggest swarm of pigeons the country had ever seen with a bag of breadcrumbs, the music club that had payed the Captain to never play there again, and that old historical engineering museum had nearly given Tweak an aneurysm of excitement. Actually, that time they left on their own accord.

"You know what, how 'bout a night in?" Tweak finally suggested and everyone nodded. That sounded fine. After all, they didn't want to subject any other establishments to their torture.