Red as a Dad

The Second Part Of The Story Is Now

It had been many months since an unpleasant visit from the sparkly demon felines, and Red and his lookies were living life pleasantly since then. Red was presently dusting the wall when the little cyan looky rolled in. 

   "Father figure?" the looky stared up at Red.

   "Yeah?" Red turned from the wall to gaze upon the little one.

   "Doug Jr. wouldn't share the illegal fun dip you got him," the cyan looky said, "and then the yellow looky took it from him and threw it everywhere. I got some in my eyes and it hurt."

   Red gasped, "is it in the carpet?!"

   "the illegal fun dip?" the cyan looky nodded, "like heck, it's in the carpet."

   Red ran around the house, trying to find the place where the lookies had made a mess of their candy. He finally located them in the guest bedroom, and it was quite a scene. The fun dip wasn't just on the carpet, it was everywhere. On the bed, on the walls, even on the chandelier. The purple looky, Doug Jr., was desperately trying to lick the sugar off the walls.

   "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" exclaimed Red.

   "What do ya think happened?" the green looky was rolling around like a high-speed bowling ball around the room.

   Red inhaled deeply, "you guys need to clean this up! This is disgusting!"

   "But dad, it's just fun dip," the yellow looky said, trying to appear as innocent as possible.

   "Yeah, it is, and you'll clean it up," Red said angrily, "you guys will get no more fun dip from now on, illegal or not! In fact, no dips at all! Not even hummus!"

   "Awwww, okay..." the lookies said in depressed unison, "do we have to clean it ALL up, though?"

   "Yes, every last spec of colorful dip," Red said and stormed out of the room. He proceeded to the kitchen to make 12 1/2 cups of coffee.

   "So what now?" the yellow looky turned to the other lookies.

   "Clean it up, like our father figure said?" the orange looky's head tilted.

   "Yeah, t-then father figure might let me have my illegal fun dip," Doug Jr. said, and began rolling swiftly in a circle. This signaled to the other lookies that the looky tornado was to be formed...

Red had finished his last sip of coffee and he decided he'd check on the lookies. He opened the guest room door to see that it was how it once was, before the sugary disaster. 

   "How did-" Red was surprised, "how'd you get this done so fast?"

   Doug Jr. rolled up to Red, "with the power of speed and wind!"

   "Uh, okay," Red shrugged, "as long as it's clean."

   "Can... can I have illegal fun dip again?" Doug Jr. begged.

   "Hmmmm..." Red thought, "yeah, not for a while though. What you guys did was really... wild."

   "Okay..." Doug Jr. sighed, "however long, it is worth it to taste my illegal fun dip once again..."

   "Well, then, everyone, get ready because I'm about to microwave you some dinner," Red stated.

   "YAY! MICROWAVED DINNER!" the lookies exclaimed, and rolled in a massive stampede to the kitchen.

   Once everyone was in the kitchen, Red began microwaving food. Suddenly a knock was heard at the door.

   "Ugh, it better not be solicitors," Red sighed and went for the doorknob. He opened the door... and standing there, just like many months ago, was a wild Boxy Boo.