The Blanket of Infinite Doom(known to his parental guardians as Darren), was sad.
This was not a new occurance. The Blanket was always sad. Ninja felt that it probably had something to do with being made of that polyester stuff; being itchy 24/7 probably didn't do wonders for you constitution. But, regarless of The Blanket's often gloomy outlook, Ninja always felt like he had to cheer him up.
Which was not as easy as it sounded.He'd tried ice cream, darts with Jay Leno's face as the target, rude scrabble and Penthouse so far. It was not looking good. And while all the above activities were fun, trying to cheer up a blanket was not Ninja's idea of a great Sunday.
"I will pay you to smile, just stop friggin SULKING, ok?" The Ninja Weasel was, at the time of this announcement, standing on The Blanket's mother's coffee table, raising his arms in despair like Noah finding out exactly how frisky rabbits are...
The Blanket looked up. He stared at Ninja for a moment, as if trying to tell by the dimensions of his nose if Ninja had gone completely bonkers.
Then he sighed. "You think everything is that easy, don't you?"
Ninja's shoulders slumped and he sat down heavily on the table. "No, no I don't. When it comes to you, buddy old pal, I find that that is the last resort before I call on a higher power..."
"Your an athiest." The Blanket said blandly.
"Arrgerahhh!!" Said the Ninja Weasle, loudly and with conviction.
"Keep it down Wendell..." The Blanket's mother called from the kitchen.
"Sorry Mrs B." Ninja moved onto the sofa with The Blanket. "Listen.." He continued in a much softer voice, "Its Sunday.Tomorrow we go back to school. I just can't understand why you want to hang around and mope when we have limited freedome left."
The Blanket sighed. Again. It was no use trying to explain it. How does one explain the malfunction of the Super-cathoderay Impulse Regulation Machine to someone who's idea of sciense was how they made beer? Answer? You don't... Ninja was the one with the burning desire to rule the world, and yet he seemed to think this was going to be accomplished by getting smashed in the garage and making weapons out of kebab skewers and selo tape. He did not seem to realize that taking over the world was a major effort. One that required a lot more than fancy costumes(not like their costumes weren't very pretty and breathable...). It required gizmos and plans and blueprints, maybe even some charts. And all this was placed on the delicate, and severly allergic to seven types of nuts, head of The Blanket. He sighed. Again.
"Ok." The Blanket got up off the sofa and made and effort to look, if not 'The hills are alive with the sound of music' happy, then at least semi-unsulky.
Ninja raised an eyebrow. "Ok, what?"
"Let's go have fun." For The Blanket, fun was quantum level algebra and a book on Astrophysics and a cup of tea.
The Ninja Weasle had other plans...