Phil's Clean Spaghetti (Dr Phil x Mr Clean x Spaghetti)

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Dr Phil didn't blink. He yanked Forky out of the closet and threw him at Robin. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU CRUSTY PLASTIC HOE!" He screamed. "AND TAKE FORKY WITH YOU! I WANT A DIVORSE!"

Robin started to break down in tears. "You never appreciated me. You were always gone playing therapist so much you never had time for me! At least Forky would pleasure me like you never did!"

"Don't give me that!" Dr Phil yelled back at her. "I have a job! Without me, we wouldn't even have a house. I have you everything. We have children together! Don't you ever say that I did nothing for you."

"You're not even half the man that Forky is." Robin seethed.

"He's literally a piece of plastic."

"I'm pregnant with his children! We're having triplets!"

This seemed to startle even Forky, who everyone forgot was still in the room. "I'm gonna be a dad?!" His eyes were teary but his mouth broke out into a huge grin.

Dr Phil gave him an exasperated look. He looked between his wife and the plastic fork his wife was seeing. "How long?"

"What?" Robin asked.

"How long have you been forking?"

Forky rubbed one of his pipe cleaner hands against the back of his neck (handle? Dr Phil wasn't sure about fork anatomy). "We met about a year ago at your birthday party and hit it off. We've being seeing each other ever since. She truly is an amazing woman."

Dr Phil was seeing red. He picked up the hunk of plastic—and the fork who she'd been forking—and pushed them against the wall. "I want you out of the house by tonight."

"That's not going to happen," Robin said "YOU are the one who's going to leave."

"What?! This is my house!!"

"Actually Forky just bought the whole neighborhood we're going to bulldoze it and turn it into a luxury hotel and car wash."