Ant & Dec short comedy fanfic (MUST READ)

"YOU'RE THICK"

Finally, after an hour or so (sorry I don't have a watch), I made it to the window.

'Now he doesn't seem over protective anymore'- I thought

I heard some really loud -and partly familiar- snoring.

I was in Dec's bedroom.

All the things I need to be aware of are all in here:

- A CCTV looking straight at me

- Ali sleeping next to Dec

- Isla in a cot next to their bed

And of course, the beast (aka Dec)

I tiptoed across the room, and I thought: 'People doing parkour always do flips and rolls and stuff like that and they can move faster than tiptoeing. Why shouldn't I try to do a roll?'

I crouched down, preparing to do a forward-roll.

I took another deep breath. I've lost count how many deep breaths I took.

Just saying, it's really hard to do a deep breath when you're on your knees and your head is on the floor, all you can smell is you. This is not a good position when you're about to blow off.

I rolled.

On the floor.

I DID IT!

And disaster struck. My back landed on something I think is one of Isla's toy. I think I just squashed it. With my back. They don't seems to be good quality toys at all!

They used to say I'm thick at SMTV when I can't beat a kid. But it was for entertainment purposes, so it doesn't count. Now, after about 20 years, I admitted that I'm really thick. Shouldn't have done that roll.

I sit up and took a close look at it. It doesn't look like a toy at all.

I looked at it closer, my nose almost touch that "toy" thing.

Suddenly,

It

MOVED

One of the leg thingy touched my nose.

I just learnt a lesson, never judge a book by its cover.