"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Bucky. What have you gotten yourself into now." Angelo was standing in his charge's room, surveying the scene. His parents were there too, frantically dialing 911 and screaming. They couldn't see him, of course--what gives, he was an Angel--and that was probably a good thing.
David's window was shattered, and his bed was rumpled, covers torn and pillows scattered. The basket of toys in the corner was about the only thing that looked normal in his cloud-themed room.
"Oi. You there. Are you the illustrious creature in charge of David's soul?" came a slightly British and unmistakably male voice from the basket.
"Who, me?" Angelo replied bewilderedly, searching for the source of the voice.
"Yes you. Goodness. Do you think I was talking to David's parents?" The animals in the basket heaved up, and out of them fell a pink stuffed rabbit with a plastic black monocle sewn into his head over his right eye. "Ah. Much better. Now then, chap--" He smoothed his fur and walked--or strutted--over to the amused Guardian Angel. "Hullo, I'm Biscuits. Although the name on the box was Sir James Floofington and I don't know what's wrong with that. I'm David's favorite stuffed animal and I am here to... here to..." He faltered, clearly unsure of what he was going to say.
"Yeah, hi, um, I'm Angelo. Bucky's Guardian Angel," was the reply, and Angelo floofed his hair (a habit). Before either of them could say anything else, a young man with orange hair and wearing a business suit crawled out from under the bed.
"Oh... hi..." he said, apparently confused. "I'm Bertie. The monster under the bed." He adjusted his CEO tag so that it was perfectly perpendicular to the edge of his breast pocket.
"Waaaaaaaaait, you're REAL??" Angelo couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm rather surprised that you're real." The Angel and the Monster inspected each other with visible amusement. "Anyways, I heard a lot of, um... things have been going on?"
"Yeah. Long story short, David--or Bucky, as I call him--has been abducted and I think it's up to us to find him." Angelo floofed his hair again.
"Alright! I'm in!" Bertie said, and Biscuits nodded crisply in agreement.
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The Angel Story
RandomWhen little David is kidnapped, it's up to his Guardian Angel, the Monster under his bed, and his favorite stuffed animal to rescue him. Join Angelo, Bertie, and Biscuits on their comical journey to find a lost boy.
