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A Rainy Friday
On a Friday, it was starting to get cloudy. Then suddenly, it quickly turned into a downpour. Barnes and Scrap were hanging out over at Barnes’ home. Locked in an online videogame battle. Getting the upper hand… till suddenly. Pszzat! The power went out. “What! No! NO! NO! NO! NO!” The boys grunted and groaned. “Well this sucks…” Scrap groaned and dropped his controller. Barnes peeked out the window. “Eeyup. Looks like the storm took out the power for the whole block.” "Oh great. No internet. No videogames. No lights. Nothing. But yet, it's only noon." Scrap said.
Now with the power out for the time being, they can't seem to think of what to do. But then, Barnes got an idea. A delightful one at that. He remembered that they got their marching gear in the closet right in Barnes room.
Barnes smiled after looking down and turned to Scrap. "I have a fantastic idea, Scrappy." Barnes said. "What’s your idea?" asked Scrap.
Barnes chuckled and made a suggestion. "Why don't we be a marching band to pass the time? That will be great!" Scrap then replied, “Well, not like there's anything else. But OK." He agreed.
They then went up to get themselves prepared. Barnes chanted as they headed up towards the closet, “Hup… Two… Hup… Two… Hup… Two…annnnd Halt!”
He opened the closet door and there they were. Stored in a plastic container were their gears. Two shako hats, a pair of gold cymbals and a snare drum. Barnes reached and passed the cymbals to Scrap and he grabbed his drum. Scrap reached for the Shako hats. He passed Barnes his and he plopped it on his head.
"Barnes Whitaker, reporting for duty, sir!” He smiled, saluted and laughed, "Hehe, I’m all set! Now... lets see you…” he gazed at Scrap.
Scrap lifted the cymbals, but struggled hold them right. The plates collided against each other and made a nice fading roll. “Hehe. You got to love that rolling sound.” Barnes commented. The gator reached down and help Scrap adjust them just right. “Oh one more thing.” Barnes had noticed his buddy’s hat was on crooked. He arranged slightly and then it was right. “Ta-da! There we are. It’s just right now.”
“Um… thanks pal.” Scrap said and tighten up.
“My pleasure buddy,” he looked towards his room as his standing mirror laid in view. “Hey why don’t march over and check yourself out.”
“Okay then.” He said. Scrap headed over to the mirror. Barnes smirked and started beating on his snare drum. He did a nice long roll as the mutt marched to the mirror. Duuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr..... He took a look, then stood forward and saluted like a soldier proudly.
Scrap examined himself.“How do I look, Barnes?”Barnes had a very strong smile and ended his roll with a rim shot. "I love it! Hehe, looks like you're ready to march!" he ended as he gave a big toothy smile to the dog. Scrap smiled and wagged his tail.
“Alright. Im ready.” Scrap said
"Alright, bud! Hehe....now, looks like we're ready to go! When I count to four, we'll start marching and we're gonna begin with us marching in my room." Barnes smiled.
"Then what?" Scrap asked.
“We’ll work our way through the halls, kitchen, living room... You get the idea… hehe. It'll be like we're having our own little parade.” Barnes chuckled.
“That sounds great!” Scrap replied.
“Yup. Oh! And let’s add flags around the hallways of my house. Hehe, so it will make it like we’re actually marching in a parade.” Barnes replied. The big gator remembered that he picked up these garland flags at a party store from a while back. And decided to make use of them inside his own home.
A few minutes had passed and Barnes and Scrap returned back to his room. They get themselves ready.
Alrighty Scrappy. Ready to line up?” The big gator smiled as he ready his drumsticks.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Scrap saluted and got behind the big gator.
“Hehe...Alright. Both of us looking all nice and dandy. Let’s March!” Barnes shouted. He then twirled his drumsticks and began a long drumroll. “ONE!...TWO!….THREE!….FOUR! FORWAAAAAARD MARCH!”
Barnes and Scrap picked up their feet and began to march after the former’s count. They started the march in the gator’s room, followed by taking the doorway and then they were heading in the large halls in his home. Barnes counted the march in oral command.
“Hup, 2, 3, 4, Hup, 2, 3, 4, Hup, 2, 3, 4, LEEEEFT FACE!”
Then they marched down the steps and into the living room. Barnes was tapping his snare drum while Scrap crashed his gold cymbals on cue with the gator’s snare drum taps, rolls and rimshots.
“Hup, 2, 3, 4, Hup, 2, 3, 4, Hup, 2, 3, 4, RIIIIIGHT FACE!”
They marched towards the kitchen. Marched around Barne's island counter for about 2 times then marched back to the living room. Soon enough, they worked their way backwards. They continued their parade back upstairs.
The boys kept marching on for what felt like hours. Going upstairs, downstairs, to the kitchen, other rooms, and even Barnes’ garage. At the end of the march, Barnes ended their parade with a nice long drum roll. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr… Scrap made a big clash against with his cymbals TSSSH! With that the Parade was over. Barnes crashed on his bed, all out of breathe while Scrap fell back on his lounge chair.
Scrap panted and glanced over towards the window. A dim light beamed through. The evening light began to show. Clouds were beginning to clear up. “I guess… the rain… clearing up.” He panted a bit.
Blitz. Snap. Glitch. Suddenly the lights suddenly flicked on. “Uh?...” Barnes replied. “I guess the power back on too.”
Barnes rose from his bed and gazed outside. “Well the streetlights are going to be turning on pretty soon.”
“I guess our Friday is over now.” Scrap said as he placed the cymbal down. He got up from his seat but Barnes’ tail swooped over and pulled him back.
“Well it doesn’t have to be.” He stated as he held up a game controller. “Um for another round.”
Scrap tail wagged frantically. “You’re on!”
“Hehe… I ain’t going to hold back you know!” They both ran over and plant themselves on the couch. They turned on the TV and started their rematch session. The screen light up and the rematch had started up.
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BlueMario1016, art was done by 
Alnair Yorim
On a Friday, it was starting to get cloudy. Then suddenly, it quickly turned into a downpour. Barnes and Scrap were hanging out over at Barnes’ home. Locked in an online videogame battle. Getting the upper hand… till suddenly. Pszzat! The power went out. “What! No! NO! NO! NO! NO!” The boys grunted and groaned. “Well this sucks…” Scrap groaned and dropped his controller. Barnes peeked out the window. “Eeyup. Looks like the storm took out the power for the whole block.” "Oh great. No internet. No videogames. No lights. Nothing. But yet, it's only noon." Scrap said.
Now with the power out for the time being, they can't seem to think of what to do. But then, Barnes got an idea. A delightful one at that. He remembered that they got their marching gear in the closet right in Barnes room.
Barnes smiled after looking down and turned to Scrap. "I have a fantastic idea, Scrappy." Barnes said. "What’s your idea?" asked Scrap.
Barnes chuckled and made a suggestion. "Why don't we be a marching band to pass the time? That will be great!" Scrap then replied, “Well, not like there's anything else. But OK." He agreed.
They then went up to get themselves prepared. Barnes chanted as they headed up towards the closet, “Hup… Two… Hup… Two… Hup… Two…annnnd Halt!”
He opened the closet door and there they were. Stored in a plastic container were their gears. Two shako hats, a pair of gold cymbals and a snare drum. Barnes reached and passed the cymbals to Scrap and he grabbed his drum. Scrap reached for the Shako hats. He passed Barnes his and he plopped it on his head.
"Barnes Whitaker, reporting for duty, sir!” He smiled, saluted and laughed, "Hehe, I’m all set! Now... lets see you…” he gazed at Scrap.
Scrap lifted the cymbals, but struggled hold them right. The plates collided against each other and made a nice fading roll. “Hehe. You got to love that rolling sound.” Barnes commented. The gator reached down and help Scrap adjust them just right. “Oh one more thing.” Barnes had noticed his buddy’s hat was on crooked. He arranged slightly and then it was right. “Ta-da! There we are. It’s just right now.”
“Um… thanks pal.” Scrap said and tighten up.
“My pleasure buddy,” he looked towards his room as his standing mirror laid in view. “Hey why don’t march over and check yourself out.”
“Okay then.” He said. Scrap headed over to the mirror. Barnes smirked and started beating on his snare drum. He did a nice long roll as the mutt marched to the mirror. Duuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr..... He took a look, then stood forward and saluted like a soldier proudly.
Scrap examined himself.“How do I look, Barnes?”Barnes had a very strong smile and ended his roll with a rim shot. "I love it! Hehe, looks like you're ready to march!" he ended as he gave a big toothy smile to the dog. Scrap smiled and wagged his tail.
“Alright. Im ready.” Scrap said
"Alright, bud! Hehe....now, looks like we're ready to go! When I count to four, we'll start marching and we're gonna begin with us marching in my room." Barnes smiled.
"Then what?" Scrap asked.
“We’ll work our way through the halls, kitchen, living room... You get the idea… hehe. It'll be like we're having our own little parade.” Barnes chuckled.
“That sounds great!” Scrap replied.
“Yup. Oh! And let’s add flags around the hallways of my house. Hehe, so it will make it like we’re actually marching in a parade.” Barnes replied. The big gator remembered that he picked up these garland flags at a party store from a while back. And decided to make use of them inside his own home.
A few minutes had passed and Barnes and Scrap returned back to his room. They get themselves ready.
Alrighty Scrappy. Ready to line up?” The big gator smiled as he ready his drumsticks.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Scrap saluted and got behind the big gator.
“Hehe...Alright. Both of us looking all nice and dandy. Let’s March!” Barnes shouted. He then twirled his drumsticks and began a long drumroll. “ONE!...TWO!….THREE!….FOUR! FORWAAAAAARD MARCH!”
Barnes and Scrap picked up their feet and began to march after the former’s count. They started the march in the gator’s room, followed by taking the doorway and then they were heading in the large halls in his home. Barnes counted the march in oral command.
“Hup, 2, 3, 4, Hup, 2, 3, 4, Hup, 2, 3, 4, LEEEEFT FACE!”
Then they marched down the steps and into the living room. Barnes was tapping his snare drum while Scrap crashed his gold cymbals on cue with the gator’s snare drum taps, rolls and rimshots.
“Hup, 2, 3, 4, Hup, 2, 3, 4, Hup, 2, 3, 4, RIIIIIGHT FACE!”
They marched towards the kitchen. Marched around Barne's island counter for about 2 times then marched back to the living room. Soon enough, they worked their way backwards. They continued their parade back upstairs.
The boys kept marching on for what felt like hours. Going upstairs, downstairs, to the kitchen, other rooms, and even Barnes’ garage. At the end of the march, Barnes ended their parade with a nice long drum roll. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr… Scrap made a big clash against with his cymbals TSSSH! With that the Parade was over. Barnes crashed on his bed, all out of breathe while Scrap fell back on his lounge chair.
Scrap panted and glanced over towards the window. A dim light beamed through. The evening light began to show. Clouds were beginning to clear up. “I guess… the rain… clearing up.” He panted a bit.
Blitz. Snap. Glitch. Suddenly the lights suddenly flicked on. “Uh?...” Barnes replied. “I guess the power back on too.”
Barnes rose from his bed and gazed outside. “Well the streetlights are going to be turning on pretty soon.”
“I guess our Friday is over now.” Scrap said as he placed the cymbal down. He got up from his seat but Barnes’ tail swooped over and pulled him back.
“Well it doesn’t have to be.” He stated as he held up a game controller. “Um for another round.”
Scrap tail wagged frantically. “You’re on!”
“Hehe… I ain’t going to hold back you know!” They both ran over and plant themselves on the couch. They turned on the TV and started their rematch session. The screen light up and the rematch had started up.
Scrap and Barnes belong to me
Scrapbookart gift by
BlueMario1016, art was done by 
Alnair Yorim
Category All / General Furry Art
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 640 x 640px
File Size 561 kB
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