Mover vs. Mover (Imagination Movers fic sneak peak)
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Note #1: I talked about this idea in the past about my Moversona, Mover Kit, having a (majority friendly) rivalry with Rich, and now I’m finally writing it!
“I WON THAT!” Rich yells.
“CLEARLY I WON THAT!” Kit defends and places her fingers on her chest.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! I GOT FARTHER!”
“YOU’RE LOOKING AT MINE, YOU DITZY DRUMMER!”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Dave and the others walk in on a frustrated Mover Rich and Mover Kit.
“What’s going on here?” Scott asks, but the two don’t realize their presence.
“Move it again. I dare you!” Kit seethes.
“Accept second place!” Rich pushes his forehead against her.
Kit is taken aback at first, but pushes back. “Never, you scribbling sore loser!”
“You two need to calm down!” Smitty steps in between to push them apart. “What are you two even arguing about?”
Kit huffs. “Warehouse Mouse showed us a new game.”
“Where you have to see who can throw a paper airplane balancing a cheese cube the closest to the front of his home,” Rich adds.
“That I obviously got the closest to,” Kit huffs.
“No, I did!” Rich scowls.
“Well, it seems that both of you got played. Look,” Dave points above to see Warehouse Mouse gliding in the air on both of the paper airplanes holding the two cheese cubes.
“How’d he do that? Scott asks. Smitty simply shrugs. He even manages to do a loop-de-loop midair without him or the cheese falling.
“You, uh, wanna call this a draw?” Kit calmly asks.
“Might as well…” Rich rolls out a giant chalkboard with a score of tally marks indicating how many activities the two of them won, but frankly, the amount of tied scores overshadow how many individualized points were awarded: which is zero on both sides.
“How have either of us not been able to win anything? Are we that good at everything? Even I’m surprising myself,” Kit wonders.
“Better question, what have you two tied in so far?” Scott stares at the board.
“Well, there was the pie-eating competition at the Idea Café,” Kit starts off.
“A stare down in the Wild West Room.”
“The hotdog-eating competition at the Idea Café.”
“A dance-off in the Dance Room.”
“Competitive bingo at the Idea Café. Although I think that was only hosted for the seniors….might have to apologize to Nina for that one,” Kit frowns.
“A surfing competition in the Beach Room.”
“Competitive sandcastle building. Also in the Beach Room.”
“Competitive model kit building.”
“Who can rest the longest in the Room of Relaxation.”
“We really should’ve held that longer,” Kit says.
“We really should’ve,” Rich agrees.
“WE EVEN AGREE ON WHO SHOULD’VE WON!” Kit whines.
“We’ll never declare a winner at this rate! Rich panics.
“This is nothing a little tiebreaker can’t fix,” Dave casually shrugs.
“We’re on our eighty-fourth tiebreaker!” Kit frowns.
“Make that a really large tiebreaker!” Scott chimes in. Rich and Kit glare at him, making him pipe down.
“This doesn’t seem like an ordinary competition or an ordinary problem.”
Rich and Kit start at the same time. “Nope. It’s an…”
“We need to help Rich and Kit,” Dave starts off.
“Figure out a way to win their contest,” Scott adds.
“So we can finally get some peace and quiet!” Smitty subtly complains.
“And that means we need some good ideas,” Rich and Kit say at the same time again.
“Let’s brainstorm!” The group simultaneously announce with Rich and Kit lightly shoving each other over who gets to be in the center. The others quietly groan.
Note #2: Looking forward to finishing this fic. Thanks for reading!