INSPIRED BY THE 'LOONA THE CARETAKER' SERIES by METALBRONY823:
When the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P) are called in to kill a target from Hell, Loona the hellhound finds a lost human boy snooping on them.
Suddenly guilty of harming him, she...
Back at Blitzø's apartment, the I.M.P gang, even Loona, were preparing for the movie night to celebrate taking down General Nha-bi-chay from the Vietnamese bounty mission picked by Balin, who at the time was the birthday boy.
After her shopping from earlier that day, Loona organised each grocery from the shopping bag and prepared them for some cooking.
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As previously mentioned, she was helping to prepare the Johnson family's traditional Veterans Day snacks: Gallipoli muffins.
To make these muffins, she had almond flakes, ginger, lemon essence, dates, and mixed spice, along with some eggs, milk, and self-raising flour.
With those ingredients all prepared and mixed into the cooking bowl, Loona then looked at the recipe.
"Let's see here..." she spoke to herself silently, going over the methods one by one with her claws.
The first method was mixing, and Blitzø didn't have a beater because of how 'good of a chef' he felt he was. But with all these ingredients mixed into one gooey batch, it was gonna be difficult with Loona since she had enough strength as a hellhound to snap the batch like she would with her targets.
So groaning to herself, she cracked her knuckles, stretched her fingers, and set off to work.
Over the next two minutes, she kept on stirring and mixing with her paws. But the dough was too sticky and became so soft, she roughly handled it like play dough, from stretching it to flailing it around in her mouth, or either one where she growled in frustration like a painted dog.
Meanwhile, the three imps were all preparing for the movie, with Millie setting the table with food, which included the spring rolls from Vietnam, and fluffing the couch pillows and bean-bags.
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However, Moxxie had chores of his own: airing out and cleaning Loona's old room. From washing the plates in her personal bathroom, which smelt of cinnamon like her apartment's, to hiding her top secret bong and dildo collection.
One job he had left was the most chilling.
Moxxie had to replace the ripped-up blankets and pillows, but he had to clean up her bed in general first, which meant the chilling part... Getting rid of the fleas on it.
Grabbing a flea comb, he slowly walked over to the bed, shivering and choking like crazy like he was about to throw up or pass out from how the room smelt. As he got closer by the second, he slowly but boldly lifted his hand up to the blanket and closed one eye, before pulling it to see a swarm of fleas covering almost the whole bed, as they bounced up and down like chirping potatoes.
Clearly grossed out at the sight, Moxxie then exclaimed before fainting from the bedroom fumes, with only a couple of fleas jumping onto him.
