THE GRUNDIES#3

Grimey walked across the baseball field and found Jenny smoking a cigarette in the dugout.

“What the fuck is that?” she said.

He was carrying the new Super Soaker. It was massive. He was having trouble carrying it. There were three firing mode. He had it set to “shower down,” but changed it to “Precision shot.”

He fired it so it hit the wall right by her head. She didn’t like that. She reached into her purse and pulled out her squirt gun. It was small, neon read, see-threw, and shaped like a miniature pistol.

She fired it at Grimey. Direct hit. Right on his forehead. The water felt warm. Too warm.

“What was that?”

It dripped down to his mouth. He tasted the sourness and screamed.

He ran to an ancient water fountain. He prayed to the gods that it worked. He turned the lever. Water bubbled out. He cleaned his mouth the best he could. Then he looked back at the dugout. Jenny was texting. He looked down at his gun. Pumped it five times for extra firing power and then ran up to Jenny and aimed the futuristic squirt gun at her.

“I’m going to get you.”

She took out her gun. Aimed it at him.

“DON’T! I GIVE UP!” he yelled.

He took off his squirt gun and put the whole set up by her feet.

She went back to texting.

“Wait a minute,” Grimey said. “Does that mean you’ve been carrying around a squirt gun filled with piss this entire day?”

“Yeah, so?”

Grimey laughed hysterically.

“What’s so funny?” Jenny said.

Grimey kept laughing.

Jenny went back to her texting.