Paul & Patryk's Daycare!~(Eddsworld Fan-Fiction)

The 'Crew'

*Paul's P.O.V*

I had gotten a call about some new kids joining our daycare. Their parents didn't tell me their names. I hope they'll get along with our kids we have now. But we're going to need more beds. (Didn't mean it in a dirty way) It was our day off, so the kids wouldn't be coming today. We had to buy three new, tiny beds for them. "Come on, Tord," I grab the keys and open the car door for Tord. He sits in his red kiddy seat. I buckle him. "Where are we going, dad?" I look up at him. "The store, we're going to buy some new beds," He cringes. "Are you daddy buying a new bed because you broke the other one while you two were 'jumping' on it?" I look at him with a 'no' face. "No, there's some new kids coming," He sighs. "Why?" "Because their parents are at work and they need someone to look after them," I finish buckling him. "Why?" I sigh. "Tord, we're not doing this, 'why' thing" He smiles at me. I close his door and open my car door. Patryk comes out of the daycare and locks it. He sits on the other seat.

Once we were on the road, Patryk started up a conversation. "So, Tord," He looks at him through the little mirror in the car. "What page were you on when I came back into our room yesterday?" Tord looks up from his robot toy. "Uh, I was reading a book?" I cough. "But Tord, you can't read yet," I say as I was still driving. "It was a comic book!" He smiles at us. "Then why'd you leave the page so quickly when I came in?" He stays silent. "I don't know?" He hugs his robot. "Tord, what was the 'comic' about?" Patryk sounded more serious. "It was about these girls playing 'dress' up!" I laugh. Patryk hits my shoulder. "Tord, tell me the truth, now," We arrived at the 'mattress warehouse'. (Pun intended, not sorry ;D) "We're here," I say as I park and take out the keys. "We'll continue this once we're back in the car,"

*Tord's P.O.V*

I can't believe my Daddy brought up that. It wasn't my fault I stumbled upon that book! I saw it in an ad and clicked it because it looked cool! And, I guess it was? I think it was called 'H*ntai'? I had to lie to my parents about it. If they knew what it really was, they'd never give me their phone again.

I get out of my seat and take my robot. I hold my daddy's hand while crossing the street. "Daddy? Who are these new kids?" He looks down at me. "I'm not sure, their parents didn't tell me their names. But, there are three of them," "Oh," I look down. We enter the store. There were beds everywhere! I let go of my daddy's hand and run to a bed and jump on it. "Yay! A bed!" My parents come running to me. "Tord! Don't go off like at again!" I get off the bed and hold my dad's hand.

After what seems like an eternity of walking, we finally find some beds. "Tord, lay down on the bed," I do as I'm told and lay down. My parents whisper to each other. "Alright, these seem like the perfect ones," I start jumping on the beds. They talk about the price of the beds. They were on sale, whatever that means.

Once we bought to mattresses, we had to drive back to the daycare and drop of the mattresses. We ate lunch before going out to the store again. We ate some matpakke. (pronounced maad-pukk-eh) I ate fast. "Tord, back to the 'comic' thing," I gulp. "What was the book called?" My daddy looks up at me from his food. "Um, H*ntai?" I was nervous. "Paul, search it up," My palms were sweating so much. "H*ntai?* My daddy nods.

*Patryk's P.O.V*

Paul's face was in disbelief. He hands me the phone. I was shocked. "TORD! WHAT IS THIS?!" I shout. He had been looking at some anime girls without their clothes on, they were 'playing' with each other. "I-I don't know!" I set the phone down. I sigh. "Tord, this is not okay. You're too young to be looking at stuff like this!" I was so mad right now. "I-I'm sorry..." He has gone beyond the limits. "YOU THINK 'SORRY' IS GOING TO CUT IT?!" I start shouting at him. Paul puts a hand on my shoulder. "Pat, calm down," Tord's face was covered with tears. He was crying. I sigh. "Tord, you're grounded. No more phone, EVER," I get up from my seat. I walk out the front door and slam it closed.