Care bears: UTM short stories

Split apart

"You've seen my fabulous Funshine flip, right?" Funshine asked, as he skidded to a halt on his skateboard. Good Luck had just been scooting around, and sat watching from his scooter.

"Y'think you could do it?" The yellow bear then asked, tucking his skateboard under one arm and giving Good Luck a competitive look.

"Uh, dude," Good Luck smirked with brazen, "Is that even a question??" He swaggered over to Funshine and took the skateboard.

"You watch how it's done," He stepped on with a determined look. Good Luck skated away, his cheeks flashing and belly-badge glowing. He launched into the air, when suddenly, his belly-badge shamrock overturned him and he hurtled over, the skateboard crashing into a rock. Good luck slammed into right into it-

Snap.

Good Luck sat dazed for a moment.

Funshine winced, then ran over.

"You okay, bro???" He asked, before emitting a huge gasp.

His wonderfully painted and maintained skateboard sat in two pieces, destroyed.

"Yea yea yea, I totally MEANT to do that-" Good Luck said, quickly getting up and brushing himself off.

Funshine made a disbelieving sort of noise, stepping forward and kneeling down where his skateboard was.

"My skateboard..." He said in a low voice, looking absolutely shattered.

Good Luck turned around to see the skateboard and he winced, rubbing his arm. "ooh..."

"Urgh!" Funshine stood up and kicked one of the pieces, clenching his paws. He turned to Good Luck.

"Dude, you have to work on your skills." He said sharply, his face a frown of disapproval.

"Hey!" Good Luck frowned, insulted.  "This has nothing to do with my skateboarding skills!"

"Dude, your skateboarding skills are worse than a worms, alright? You broke my board." Funshine gestured to it, hunching slightly in his anger.

"Well if it's so obvious I'm trash at the skateboard why'd you dare me to do a trick!??" Good Luck scoffed. "This is your own fault! Not mine!"

"Hey! It is Not my fault your skills are trash! How was I supposed to know??" Funshine expressed with a glare, "You were all 'watch how its done,' but all I watched is my skateboard getting mauled! GrEAt job. What an expert. you. Are."

Good Luck looked in shock. "Says YOU!" Good Luck spat. "The one who broke Grumpy's scooter! Who broke Cheers necklace! YOU were the one that dragged us all into the silver lining! I mess up one time, and you flip?? You're a disaster waiting to happen!!"

Funshine recoiled in the same shock, eyes wide. He looked to the side, then looked at Good Luck with a scrunched and angry face.

"W.....fine!" He suddenly snapped, turning and kicking again at his broken board with a grunt before running off to the Cloudseeker.

"FINE!" Good Luck yelled after him. He glowered the floor.

He turned to the broken skateboard. You're a disaster waiting to happen.

He slumped down onto the rock, head in his paws.

What had he done?

***

Funshine stormed into the vehicle, his face a tight glower and his body tense.

"Whoah, what's the big rush?" A familiar husky voice sounded. Grumpy was recalibrating the main controls.