Dhmis Short Stories Fanfiction (mostly about yellow guy)

tutorial for adulthood

This another boring day in the boring life of boring citizens. Harry and Robin were inside the kitchen, discussing about how they'll do their taxes. Plot twist, none of them wants to pay the damn taxes.

"I don't think I'd wanna pay these stuff called taxes today," said Harry.

"I don't wanna pay them either," added Robin. "I'm too cool to pay taxes."

"But if we don't pay the taxes, I'm afraid something might happen."

"Well I have a brilliant idea!" he announced.

Harry looks up at Robin, his hopes rising up. "Care to tell what's in your mind?"

"My darling shredder will take care of our taxes."

The huge red man was secretly jealous at the shredder due to the fact that Robin called it by their pet names. But he has a liking on the shredder as well so he agreed with shredding the bills. As they were about to place the documents into the shredder, they heard crashing sounds coming from the other side of the house. Before they knew it, their other friend, Manny, came into the kitchen, riding a kiddie 3-wheeled bike.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

The type of landing Manny chose wasn't so good. He crashed right at the table, in which it topples over and causes everything that's on it to fall and break on the floor. Robin was dead furious at Manny while Harry shook his head in disappointment.

"GO PLAY WITH YOUR DAMN STUPID KIDS' CAR SOMEWHERE, IDIOT!" yelled the duck.

"Don't be upset, Robin," Manny replied enthusiastically like as if he didn't got scolded by his friend. "I can fix these!"

He then picks up the broken shards of the plates and cups and attempts to join them up together like puzzles. However, as he was about to place the finished products into the cupboard, he trips over a dead bug and falls down (A/n: def not a Fairly Oddparents reference). As a result, the already broken cups and plates shatter even worse than before. This, of course, didn't brighten up his housemates' mood.

"YOU'RE SO USELESS! YOU'RE LITERALLY THE REASON WHY I DIDN'T GET TO SEE THAT PICTURE OF THE SKELETON FROM THE DARK WEB AGAIN!" roared Robin.

"Calm down, Rob! We can make him useful. Manny will pay our taxes for us," said Harry while patting his small friend on his back.

"What's a tax?" asked Manny.

"NO! I'm not trusting that moron with the taxes!" disagreed the green duck. "He doesn't even know what taxes mean!"

"You gotta get used to it. After all, he's just a soul of a child trapped in the body of an adult."

Robin laughed. "Child? Trapped in an adult body? Lemme tell ya, Harry. That shit's fantastical, unless we'd be able to prove it. We're going to teach Manny how to act like an actual grown man. If he fails to learn despite everything we do, then your theory is proven! But if he does learn, then we can have him pay our taxes."

Manny just stood there while his friends were having a conversation. He tried to understand what they were talking about but couldn't. After quite a few minutes, Robin turns to his yellow housemate.

"Listen here, yellow diseased kid. We're going to teach you how to be a man and not act like a whiny baby," he explained.

"Hey! I'm not a whiny baby! And I'm also not a diseased kid," argued Manny.

"That's not how a grown man acts to an insult!" scolded Robin. "Punch me in the face."

"No I don't want to 'cause you're my friend..."