They Were Right...(A Good Luck Charlie Fanfic)

Bob's Going

Chapter 24: Bob's Going

Amy POV:

"Hello, honey." I greeted as Bob walked through the door. He just came back from work.

"Hello, sweetie." he warmly greeted back as he kissed me.

"Oh, Bob I forgot to ask; how did that meeting go?"

"What meeting?" he dumbly asked.

"You know, that big exterminator meeting..." I started. He still looked lost. "With the Denver Pest Control Association?" I continued hoping he would understand by now.

"Right!" he exclaimed. After a couple moments that smile just faded.

"So, how was it?" I asked once again.

"Listen, Amy. We have to talk." he said, sitting down on the couch.

I sat down right next to him, then he started to talk.

"Well, apparently Bob's Bugs Begone is one of the best extermination companies in Denver."

I laughed, then realized he wasn't joking.

"Alright, continue."

"And the head of the Denver Pest Control Association chose a couple of the extermination companies to move to..."

"Move to...where?" I asked getting a bad feeling.

"Florida." was all that he managed to say.

"Please say you weren't chosen, Bob." I hoped.

"I was."

"You can't move! Can't you say no to this?" I asked.

"If I don't move, there won't be any need for Bob's Bugs Begone here...therefore I won't have a job." He explained.

"That's so...stupid!" I screeched, getting up from the couch.

"Amy, calm down."

"I can't...you know what...where exactly did you go for that meeting?" I asked, knowing he'd give the answer to me.

"523 Maybrook Avenue...in well, Maybrook. That's about half-an-hour drive from here, why?" he said.

I smirked.

"Amy..." he said.

"Yes, Bob." I calmly said, while putting on my shoes.

"Where ya going?" he asked as I was reaching for my keys.

"I'm going to Maybrook to give...what's the head's name?"

"Richard Applebomb."

"Thank you very much." I said.

Bob POV:

What is this woman doing? Why is she asking me those questions?

"Watch the kids for me, Ok!" she said, opening the door and just walked out.

I couldn't help but notice that smirk on her face throughout our conversation just now.

I then just realized what she was doing.

She's gonna go give Richard Applebomb a piece of her mind.

Momma bird is coming out, once again.

This time it's relating to me.

Oh, that's never good.

I took up the phone and dialled Richard's number.

"Hello, Richard. Yes, it's Bob. I just called to warn you about my wife..."

That wasn't the first time I uttered those words.