Evil doughnut (sorry George)

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A/N I don't care what you said Eepster  you are getting this credit if you like it or not!!! She gave me wonderful ideas for this so.. THANK YOU AGENT EEPSTER!!!! MKAY bye!!

It was a cold, winter morning in Portland Row. The snow was falling lightly, but it will be falling like bricks soon enough. The resident of 35 Portland Row are oblivious to this, of course, but shall know sooner or later.

"George!! I am going to stop at the store! Do you want me to stop at the doughnut shop?" Lucy yelled to her co worker, who loved doughnuts.

"I will just come with, I still need to find the perfect doughnut!!" He hollered back. He stomped down the stairs and started to get a coat and gloves on.

"Just hurry up already." Lucy muttered back, leaning in the doorframe, having her slender arms snaked across her chest. She is wearing a light grey sweater, with some dark blue jeans, and black combat boots. "LOCKWOOD!! DO YOU WANT TO COME TO THE DOUGHNUT SHOP WITH US?!?" Lucy shouted into the too-quiet house.

"SURE!!" Anthony Lockwood screeched back in his loud, deep voice that Lucy admired oh so very much. He trots down the stairs in his ever-so long trench coat. He is also wearing his usual too-tight black trousers, and black polo shirt. His curly black hair is a bit puffed out like usual.

"Do you really need to wear that everywhere you go?" Lucy asked, and George nodded agreeingly.

"Yes! I love these things, they are life!" He answered, getting a pair of gloves and scarf. "I will call a cab." Lockwood announced, giggling. George raised an eyebrow at his bosses silliness. After a few moments Lucy caught up.

"We could PLAY IN THE SNOW!!!" Lucy screeched while banging the door open. She runs and jumps into a foot of white fluff. Lockwood runs and jumps over her as if he jumped over a hurdle.

"You guys are insufferable." George exclaims grumpily. "OWWWWWWW!!" George howled as a 2 snowballs struck him in the shoulder and mouth. Lockwood and Lucy giggle weirdly as the Taxi cab pulls up.

Nobody notices that the wind has picked up and the snow is falling faster and faster.

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