The Jelly Pups

Do NOT Dip Your Nuts In My Soup

Bingo, Bongo, and Bango were sitting at home. It was hot as fuck, and the air conditioner in their shitty apartment wasn't working. They were hot, sitting in front of their $2 fan panting like dogs. Oh wait.

"Bros. I'm dyin'. Do ya boi a favour and get the fuck out my way and gimme some water." Bongo demanded his two brothers who were literally fucking dying from excessive heat.

"No way!" Bango whined, "I'm so hot and tired and I think I'm having a heatstroke. I see and smell 298 different colours, I feel like I'm underwater and I think I'm dying. I can see God himself reaching his paw out to me."

"No, Bango, you're just high. Now move yo fat ass and go gimme that damn water."

So, there Bango was. In the kitchen. Staring at the fridge. He started to wonder why Americans kept water in their fridge. He personally likes warm water, but on a hot day like this he kinda started to wish they kept it in the fridge.

Bango began pushing the water bowl to the living room where his brothers were, but when he looked up, he wasn't in their apartment anymore. His ears perked up, and his nose twitched as he took a step back to examine his surroundings.

"A... jungle?" Bango questioned, turning his whole body in a 360. He was surrounded by trees and vines, and the air smelled fresh of rain. He blinked and proceeded to rub away at his eyes, but when he opened them again, he was still there.

"Naw," He muttered, "I'm trippin'."

How much did he smoke? What the hell did Rune give him again?

Bango felt a strange feeling of easiness, coolness, and lightheadedness. He wasn't hot anymore, but he still proceeded to sweat.

"Gotta stay calm, Bango. I've gotta stay calm." He said to himself. He wasn't foolin' anyone, though, not even you. And you're dumb as fuck.

Bango proceeded to walk around the jungle, not knowing what the fuck was goin' on. He had to be trippin', there's no way he just ended up here somehow. Unless he was abducted by a UFO. Holy shit was he just abducted by a UFO holy shit holy shi

You smack me out of my nonsense. You don't think he was abducted by a UFO. You're probably right.

"Bango!" A voice that sounded like Bongo's, shouted from the nearby bushes. Bango's ears shot up in alert, and he turned his head in the direction of his brother's voice.

"Bongo?" He shouted back, not daring to move from his position. What if it was a trap? What if it was an alien? After all, he could've been abducted by a UFO. You stare at me. I understand, I'm sorry.

"Bango! Get yo lightskin ass over here!"

Yep. Definitely Bongo.

Bango hastily began to run toward the sound of his brother's voice. He was getting closer, he could feel it. Just then, he smacked his littol snout against something hard and cold, before falling unconscious.

—

Bango stirred, muttering and groaning to himself. His head was pounding, and the lights above him were blinding him. "Fuck," He mumbled, sitting up and examining his surroundings. He was on the couch, in his living room.

He blinked. What in the actual fuck.

"About time!" Bongo said, his voice laced with impatience and annoyance. "Do you know how annoying it was when I told ya to get water and you just stared at me? Your pupils started to dilate man, you stood there for a good five fuckin' minutes before chargin' at me outta nowhere. I dodged and ya smacked ya snout on the wall. Miss me with that gay shit."

Bango heaved a sigh of relief. So it really was all just a bad trip. He really needed to start getting high alone when his brothers weren't home.

"Bongo! Is Bango awake yet?" Called Bingo from the other room.

"Nigga who else would I be talking to?" Bongo rolled his eyes, "Yes he's awake the fuck?"

"Just in time!" Bingo declared, "Dinners ready!"

The two younger brothers raced to the kitchen. Upon entering it, they saw that their older brother made soup! Bango's favourite!

However, Bongo is a fucking dickhead, so just as Bango sat down to take a well deserved refreshing sip of his soup, Bongo jumped up and put his balls right in the bowl.

"BONGO WHATTHEFUKC" Bango exclaimed, jerking back and growling at his older brother. Bango erupted into laughter before going back to drink his own soup. Bango looked at Bingo with an expression that said, 'Aren't you going to do anything about this?' But Bingo too was snickering.

"Bongo. Do NOT dip your nuts in my soup."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."