#art-time

Narrator: Our story begins in the Abadeer house hold, Raven the shape-shifter with long chocolaty lock of hair, had put her grandson, Dante Abadeer down for a nap. Marshall Lee Sr. had just come home from the Nightosphere, from visiting his mother, the ruler of the Nightosphere, Hanna Abadeer. Raven kissed Marshall’s cheek once he got home after he closed the portal to the Nightosphere. Raven: *kisses Marshall’s cheek* Hey Marshy, how was your visit with your mother? Marshall Lee: *sighs* Same as usual, I open a portal to the Nightosphere to get something I forgot, then she goes and gives me grief about being forgetful, then we go into an argument about how I am her son and that I need to take responsibility from my stuff, and how I should act my age... So basically better than last time. *puts his ax guitar in to it case in the living room and kisses Raven on her cheek, a little sluggish* I’m really tired from the argument with my mom. *yawns* I’m gonna go up to bed. *floats to the ladder leading upstairs and hears moans of pain from his son, Marshall Lee Jr.’s room* What the? *curious on why Marshall Jr. is moaning, go to his room, and open the door a crack* Marshall Lee Jr.: *in bed holding his aching stomach, sniffles, sounding a little stuffy* Ohhhh my stomach. *continues to moan and groan in pain as he upset tummy grumbles and gurgles sickly* Marshall Lee: Hey Jr. How are you doing? Marshall Lee Jr: Hey Dad. *coughs* I’m not feeling so well right now. *stomach growls in dislike* Ohhhh my stomach. *rubs his aching belly, trying to sooth the pain in his stomach* Marshall Lee: You don’t sound so good, Jr. Want me to call Dr. Prince? Marshall Lee Jr: *sniffles* That’d be nice. *stomach continues to groan and growl in pain and dislike* I’m gonna try to rest. *grabs a blanket and covers himself and snuggles his pillow, and rests his head on the pillow, and coughs a bit before falling into sleep* Marshall Lee: *floated out of the room to his room, and stretched out* Better call Dr. Prince before I fall asleep. *picks up his phone and proceeds to call Dr. Prince * Dr. Prince: *check the caller ID and answers Marshall’s call* Hello? Marshall Lee: Hey Dr. Prince, Marshall Jr.’s not feeling so well. His stomach has been moaning and groaning a lot more often than normal. Dr. Prince: *writes down the word ‘SYMPTOMS’ then writes down in bullets, ‘stomach pains’* Okay. Now is there anything else that is concerning you about Marshall Jr.’s health? Marshall Lee: *floats back to Marshall Jr.’s room, and feels his forehead, Marshall Jr.’s forehead felt warm but not too warm* He feels like he’s getting a fever, was a little stuffy when he was talking, and he has been coughing and sniffling a little. Dr. Prince: *writes down in more bullets ‘feverish, stuffy nose, coughing, sniffling ‘* Okay, now Marshall is that all you notice about Marshall’s condition? Marshall Lee: *pokes his son’s belly and his stomach groans more often and louder than normal* He does look a little more bloated than normal... but other than that nothing else. Dr. Prince: *write down in another bullet ‘bloating‘* Okay. I believe I have a diagnosis, but I would need to examine him. Please bring him to the hospital in Candy Kingdom at soon as you can, but make sure to call first. Marshall Lee: No problem, Dr. Prince. I’ll see you later when Marshall Jr wakes up. Dr. Prince: Okay, see you later. *hangs up* Marshall Lee: *hang up then crawl into bed* Dr. Prince: *takes the list of Marshall Jr.’s symptoms, to the meeting room at the Candy Hospital* Head Doctor: Dr. Prince, what gives you the nerve to show up to the Medical Meeting a half hour late? Dr. Prince: Sorry. I was just... taking another case... and this one seemed interesting. Head Doctor: What do you mean by ‘interesting’? Dr. Prince: I think we have found the very elusive Flu Bug. All doctors: *gasp in astonishment* Head Doctor: You don’t mean… Dr. Prince: Influenzo. All Doctors: *gasp again* Head Doctor: How are you so sure, Dr. Prince? Dr. Prince: I’m not… but I have a feeling that it might be him. He is very picky with his ‘living arrangements’. He tends to let people know he’s inside when he give a certain gurgling sound in the belly of his host. I have an appointment scheduled to check the possible host’s stomach. Head Doctor: Okay… but if you’re wrong, you could get yourself and your patient hurt. Dr. Prince: I know… but we won’t find out if I don’t check. Head Doctor: Well if this isn’t the host of the nefarious Influenzo, I want you to take this. *hands Dr. Prince a stack of papers* Dr. Prince: What’s all this? Head Doctor: Liability sheet, explaining how it’s not our fault if your patient gets hurt. Dr. Prince: Oh… Influenzo: *rubs against the inside of Marshall Jr.’s stomach cause it to groan and gurgle sickly* Marshall Lee Jr.: *feeling the grumbling in his belly, turns over trying to continue sleeping, stomach continues to groan and grumble loudly, then says with eyes still shut* Ugh… *stomach emits a very sickly gurgle* Ohhhh my stomach is not so happy at all. *he gets up out of bed to use the bathroom* Narrator: Marshall Lee had already woken up from his nap, and was downstairs, feeding his shape-shifter grandson, Dante. Dante had blondish hair with black tints at his tips, his father’s cat ears and a little longer tail to match his hair. Marshall Lee: *stirs Dante’s baby food, while walking from the counter to Dante’s highchair* Dante, time for lunch. Dante: *fussing around his high chair, until hearing the word ‘lunch’, then said in excitement* Food? Marshall Lee: *continues stirring* Yes, Dante time for you to have some food. *smiles and pulls a chair with his foot, then positions it, then sits in front of Dante* Ready to eat?Dante: *bouncing in his seat* Yes. *has a big grin, showing off his developing fangs, that were coming in a little crooked* Marshall Lee: *smirks* Looks like we’re gonna have another set of braces in this house. Raven: *cooking for herself since Marshall had already eaten* What was that, Marshall? Marshall Lee: I was just saying how Dante might need braces. Raven: *takes her leftover spaghetti out of the microwave* Really? *places her bowl of spaghetti on the table to cool and comes over to look at Dante’s developing fangs* Ooo, you’re right; his teeth aren’t coming in straight. Dante: Food. *begins to frown because he’s not getting food* Marshall Lee: Open wide for your food. Dante: *opens his mouth and lets Marshall put the mushed up carrots in his mouth, and Dante swishes the mushed up food in his mouth and spits it out* Marshall Lee: What’s wrong, Dante? Don’t like carrots? Raven: *is now at her spot* Did you check the expiration date? Marshall Lee: A what now? Raven: An expiration date… you know when food goes bad. Marshall Lee: Ohhhh… I forgot to check. Raven: *shakes her head and begins to eat her food* Dante: *tips the food out of Marshall’s hand on to the floor, starts laughing* Marshall Lee: Dante! Don’t spill the food on the floor! It’s not nice to the rug! Dante: *continues giggling* Marshall Lee: *sighs, then goes to get a wet rag and cleans the carrot of the floor and puts the rug into the wash* Dante: *stomach gurgles hungry, and hisses* Food! Marshall Lee: *hisses back* Wait! Dante: *starts to tear up and sniffles* Marshall Lee: Sorry Dante. *takes him out of the seat and rocks him in his arms* Dante: *sniffles* Marshall Lee: It’s okay. I’m here for you, Dante. I’m sorry, I hissed at you. *looks up and sees Raven Raven: * is giving him a disapproving stare as she eats* Marshall Lee: You still hungry? Dante: *sniffles* Yes. Marshall Lee: *walks over to the food cabinet* So what can he have Momma? Raven: Well, he can have the applesauce, mashed pears, creamed corn or the mashed potatoes. *continues eating* Marshall Lee: Okay. So what would you like Dante, the applesauce, mashed pears, creamed corn or the mashed potatoes? Dante: Tatoes. Marshall Lee: Okay, the mashed potatoes it is. *floats over and puts Dante back in his seat and looks in the fridge for mashed potatoes* Raven, where are the mashed potatoes? Raven: They should be in the bottom shelf left drawer. Marshall Lee: *looks* Thanks. *takes the mashed potatoes out and puts some of it in a little bowl and microwaves it for 2 minutes* Dante: *stomach gurgles loudly* Tummy pain. Marshall Lee: I know your tummy is in pain ‘cause you need to eat. Narrator: After the microwave beeped letting Marshall know Dante’s food was done, Marshall had let it cool off for couple minutes, then began to feed the little fussy shape-shifter. Meanwhile upstairs, Marshall Jr.’s stomach was fussing with the bug, Influenzo, in his belly. Marshall Jr took some antacid, but that seemed to make his stomach hurt more, since Influenzo was getting annoyed by the basic liquid that was messing with the pH of Marshall Jr.’s stomach acid. Marshall Lee Jr: *crawls back into bed, his stomach groans and gurgles sickly* Ugh, my stomach, what did I eat to make my belly so upset? *he rubs his groaning gut trying to sooth the pain, turns over covering himself with the blanket, and coughs a little* Influenzo: *fluffed up part of Marshall’s stomach like a pillow, causing his stomach to grumble in dislike, nuzzled in to the pit of Marshall’s stomach* Marshall Lee Jr: *stomach grumbled and groaned as Influenzo treated his stomach like he owned the place* Ohhhh my stomach. *he turned over again trying to feel comfortable again* Narrator: Influenzo got tossed around Marshall Jr.’s belly like a hacky sack, causing his belly to moan and groan in pain and dislike. Marshall Jr. finally got comfortable on his left side and fell asleep again. Meanwhile Marshall Lee had finished feeding Dante, as Dante let out a little yawn feeling a little tired and he rubs his tummy full of nice warm mash potatoes. Marshall Lee had put him in his crib and sung his special lullaby so he could sleep, then Marshall floated upstairs to check on Marshall Jr. Marshall Jr.’s belly emitted grumbles and gurgles of pain and dislike, causing Marshall Jr to shift over in his sleep. Marshall Lee: *floats into Marshall Jr.’s room, and pokes his belly* Marshall Jr., wake up. Marshall Lee Jr.: *shifts again onto his right side under the warm blanket* Marshall Lee: Marshall Jr. wakey, wakey. *pokes his belly again* Marshall Lee Jr.: Dad, stop please… *coughs* my belly hurts. Marshall Lee: I scheduled an appointment with Dr. Prince, so get your butt in gear. Marshall Lee Jr.: … Marshall Lee: *pulls him out of bed* Come on, you lazy plughole! Marshall Lee Jr.: *gets on to the ground and stomach gurgles sickly* Dad, my belly huuuurts. *holds his belly* Narrator: Marshall Jr.’s stomach groaned in pain due to Influenzo’s harsh influence. Since Influenzo had enzymes that caused his host to feel like they have the flu, Marshall Jr.’s immune system was fooled into thinking it had the flu, but couldn’t find the bug off. Influenzo had enough of Marshall’s constant movement, made Marshall’s stomach acid bubble, making Marshall Jr.’s stomach more upset. Marshall Jr.’s stomach rumbled and groaned at the stomach acid bubbling in the pit of his gut, he then rushed to the bathroom and threw up with an excessive amount of force. Meanwhile in the Candy Kingdom, Dr. Prince was on his way to talk with Prince Bubba Gumball, about Influenzo’s host. Dr. Prince: *knocks on the prince’s bedroom door* Prince Gumball: Come in, the door’s open. Dr. Prince: *opens the door a crack* Um, Prince Gumball, are you busy at the moment? Prince Gumball: No, I was just reading. You called to talk to me about something? Dr. Prince: I wanted to talk to you about Influenzo… Prince Gumball: *sounded excited* What?! You’ve found him finally?!? Dr. Prince: Well… yes and no. Prince Gumball: What do you mean? Dr. Prince: I mean… I have a patient that has the same symptoms that Influenzo gives off when he’s in the host’s stomach. So I may have a potential host for Influenzo. Prince Gumball: Okay… so is that all you need? Dr. Prince: No. I would like you to help me with this patient because I’m going to need your scientific expertise. Prince Gumball: Explain. Dr. Prince: In order to check this patient’s stomach… I would need to shrink down and be ingested. Prince Gumball: … So you’re saying I would have to shrink you, put you in a pill capsule, and have your patient swallow you with some water. Dr. Prince: Yes… that is exactly what I would need to do. Will you help? Prince Gumball: It would depend on who this potential host is… if it’s the Duchess of Nuts. I’m not helping that chocolate pudding thief. *mutters under his breath* she always take my pudding. *childish pout* Dr. Prince: The potential host for Influenzo’s ‘living arrangements’ is Marshall Lee Abadeer Jr. Prince Gumball: Of course, I’d help my little nephew. *smiles* Dr. Prince: Perfect, meet Marshall, Marshall Jr. and I at the Candy Hospital, I will call when they tell me they’re ready for their appointment. Prince Gumball: Okay, I shall get my shrink suit ready in the meantime. *smiles* Dr. Prince: *nods his head and leaves the prince’s room* Prince Gumball: *changes into his lab coat, and goes to his lab to start working on the shrink suit* Narrator: After Marshall Jr. had stopped puking, he had gone back to bed to rest his aching stomach and his intensely sore throat. Marshall Lee had set his alarm clock, so Marshall Jr. could have time to rest, and go to Dr. Prince to get the bug in the pit of his gut checked. An hour later, Marshall’s alarm clock went off. Marshall Jr. was still feeling the burn of his stomach acid at the tip of his throat, and his belly a little more bloated then when he went to bed. Marshall Lee Jr.: *wakes up and stretches and notices his slightly bloated belly* Whoa, my belly looks a little bigger than normal. Marshall Lee: Hey -- *opens the door* Whoa, what happened to your stomach?! *floats in and pokes Marshall Jr.’s bloated gut* Marshall Lee Jr.: *his stomach emitted a loud sickly gurgle* Ohhhh, that didn’t feel so good. *he rubs his swollen gut and it grumbles in dislike* Marshall Lee: Let’s get you to Dr. Prince, okay? Marshall Lee Jr.: Yeah. I want to go to the doctors… I never thought I’d say that in my entire life. Marshall Lee: Hehehe, okay. Go get dress and meet me downstairs. Marshall Lee Jr.: Okay. Narrator: Marshall Jr. gotten dressed for his doctor’s appointment with Dr. Prince, Marshall had called to tell Dr. Prince that they were on the way. Dr. Prince explained the situation to Marshall Lee over the phone, explaining that Prince Gumball would monitor Marshall Jr.’s condition while Dr. Prince would shrink down and have Marshall Jr. swallow him whole in a pill capsule, so he can check what’s wrong with Marshall’s stomach, and possibly defeat the flu bug in the pit of Marshall Jr.’s gut. Marshall okayed the option for Dr. Prince to go inside Marshall’s stomach, Dr. Prince then told him to make sure Marshall Jr. doesn’t eat anything until after he checks for Influenzo. Marshall Lee then hung up the phone after his questions were answered and told Marshall Jr. the possible situation, and Marshall Jr.’s belly started moaning and groaning in dislike, due to Influenzo pounding against the inside of his swollen stomach. Marshall Lee and Marshall Jr. went to the Candy Hospital, and met both Dr. Prince and Prince Gumball. Marshall greeted Dr. Prince with a smirk and Prince Gumball with light smile, Marshall Jr. feeling incredibly sick to his stomach because of Influenzo punching against the walls of his groaning gut, greeted Dr. Prince with a weak smile trying to not grimace and pain, and said “Hi uncle Bubba,” to Prince Gumball with a brief hug. Marshall Lee: *curious* What are you wearing? Dr. Prince: I’m borrowing Prince Gumball’s shrink suit. Are you ready Marshall Jr.? Marshall Lee Jr.: *stomach groans due to Influenzo pounding against his stomach walls* I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. *burps* Excuse me. *rubs his groaning bloated belly* Dr. Prince: Okay, Marshall Lee may I have a few words with you? Marshall Lee: Sure. Dr. Prince and Marshall Lee: *Walk out of the room* Prince Gumball: Lay down, Jr. Marshall Lee Jr.: *lies down on his back, his shirt too small to cover his belly button because of the bloating in his stomach, and his belly emitted sickly loud groans and gurgles of pain and dislike* Ohhhhh my guts. *rubs his aching stomach* Prince Gumball: I know you’re feeling sick. Did Marshall tell you what’s going to happen? Marshall Lee Jr.: Yea, he did… he said that I was gonna eat Dr. Prince… Uncle Bubba, can I have something to drink? *gulps hard* My throat hurts and it is super dry. Prince Gumball: You’ll have something to drink after this procedure is done. *smiles* Marshall Lee Jr.: Okay. * coughs a little* Marshall Lee and Dr. Prince: *walk back in* Dr. Prince: Okay, I’ve got the paperwork filled out. Now, Marshall Jr. are you ready for this? Marshall Lee Jr.: Yes, I’m ready. *coughs* Dr. Prince: *sits on the table, and uses the shrink suit, and shrinks to 3 centimeters tail* Now Prince Gumball, please bring me to the pill capsule! Narrator: Prince Gumball brought the now tiny Dr. Prince to the pill capsule, Dr. Prince uncapped the pill and crawled inside it and sealed it. Prince Gumball checked if everything was okay, then continued to give the pill to Marshall Jr. then he looked over to Marshall Lee who sat in the room and watched from a distance so they could help his sick son, and smiled trying his best to help Marshall Jr.’s nerves, he nodded telling Marshall it was okay. Marshall Jr. took Dr. Prince from Gumball, opens his mouth and placed the pill on his tongue, and started to swish the pill around in his mouth with his massive tongue building up saliva so the pill would go down his still sore throat easier. Marshall Jr. continued to do this until his drool started dripping out the side of his maw, and he pushed the pill toward the back of his throat and swallowed hard, his throat muscles pushed the pill down his swollen and slightly red esophagus. Dr. Prince observed how his throat looked, and took pictures. Ten minutes later, Dr. Prince finally dropped into the pit of Marshall Lee’s stomach, his stomach was dark, very swollen and red from Influenzo pounding and punching the wall of his stomach. Influenzo was resting in a little ulcer he made near the entrance of Marshall Jr.’s intestines. Dr. Prince: *contacted Prince Gumball* Testing… testing 1… 2… 3… Gumball, can you hear me? Prince Gumball: Yes, I can hear you. Have you found Influenzo? Dr. Prince: Yes, I have. He’s resting; I’m going to trap him while he sleeps. Prince Gumball: Okay. The trap should be in the other compartment of the pill. Dr. Prince: Okay. *checks Influenzo again* Influenzo: *yawns and turns over making Marshall’s stomach gurgle and groan* Dr. Prince: *wakes over to the pill checking the bug every so often, then takes the trap out* Okay, Dr. Prince… you can do this… you took your doctor pills this morning… *gulps nervously, and walks over to the sleeping Influenzo* Influenzo: *turns over again, still sleeping soundly* Dr. Prince: *carefully pushes down on Marshall’s stomach, making it growl in dislike* Marshall Lee Jr.: *hold his aching belly, grimacing in pain* Dr. Prince: *pushes down more* Influenzo: *starts to roll into the containment unit, but slowly starts to wake up* Dr. Prince: *stuffs Influenzo into the trap and code locks it* Influenzo: *hisses and pound against the box, not making a dent in it* Dr. Prince: *contacts Prince Gumball* Influenzo is in the trap!! Prince Gumball: Wonderful! Now go to Marshall Jr.’s esophagus. Dr. Prince: Okay. Tell Marshall Jr. to drink some water. Prince Gumball: Okay. *gets a nurse* Nurse Pound-Cake, could you please get Marshall Jr. a drink of water. Nurse Pound-Cake: Yes, Prince Gumball. *leaves* Prince Gumball: The water will take a few minutes, Dr. Prince. Dr. Prince: Okay. Influenzo: *fusses around the containment unit* Dr. Prince: *shakes it around* Influenzo: *is knocked around the box and now unconscious* Nurse Pound-Cake: *returns with a glass of water* Here you go, Prince Gumball. Prince Gumball: Thank you, Nurse Pound-Cake. *takes the glass* The water is coming down now. *helps Marshall Jr. drink the water* Dr. Prince: *sees the water come in* Okay. That should make his throat nice and wet enough for me to climb up without rubbing up against the back of his esophagus. Narrator: Dr. Prince climbs up Marshall Jr.’s esophagus with Influenzo trapped in the containment unit, exited Marshall Jr.’s mouth and walks over to Gumball, who was wearing gloves, picked up Dr. Prince and grew him to normal size. Marshall Lee went over see how Marshall Jr. was doing. Marshall Jr. feeling much better than before had fallen asleep, Marshall Lee had picked him up said “Goodbye,” to both Prince Gumball and Dr. Prince, but before Marshall could leave he gave him medicine for Marshall Jr. to take when he woke up to heal his stomach. Marshall took the medicine and flew home with Marshall Jr. in his hands in the cover of the moonlight and stars. Later when Marshall got home, he went to Marshall Jr.’s room and laid him in bed, tucked him under the covers, and said “Good night.”