Dorky!Kara for dial_a_psychic
Note: The following takes place during the episode "9 Lives" and has tiny boy cat as our special guest star.
“I thought you said you were onto something, Shawn.”
“I am.”
“Then why are we at your Dad’s house?”
“Because. What happens next could be very stressful and tiny boy cat could use a rest.” Picking said cat up out of the passenger seat of the car, Shawn kissed his little fuzzy head before whispering something to him about a play date.
“Your Dad hates animals, Shawn.”
“My Dad is off fishing.”
“Even worse. You can’t just leave the cat in your Dad’s house. What if…”
“Gus!” Stopping as he reached the front porch, Shawn frowned. “What kind of person do you take me for? Of course we’re not going to just leave him.” As he frown slowly turned into a grin, he headed for the front door - letting the three of them in. “Oh Kara…”
“Seriously, Shawn?”
“What? I’m sure there is nothing my baby sister would enjoy more than to spend an afternoon with tiny boy cat. She always wanted a pet. Now, where is she? Kara!”
“Maybe she went out.”
“Impossible. Her jeep was outside.” He paused for a moment, listening and then pointing towards the closed kitchen door. There was music. And where there was music…
Pushing open the kitchen door, Shawn stepped inside ready to surprise his sister…instead he was surprised to find his newly graduated sister dancing about to Blondie’s “One Way” using a cookie dough covered spoon as a microphone. Setting the cat down of the floor, he immediately began applauding. “Very nice. Very nice. If only we lived in 1985…you’d be a pop sensation….”
“Shawn!” Startled, Kara jumped -- turning bright red as the spoon she was holding clattered to the floor. "What are you doing here?"
"I've brought you a backup dancer."
"What?"
He motioned to the cat that had curled up on one of the kitchen chairs. "Kara, meet Tiny Boy Cat. I was hoping you could watch him for a bit."
"Ummm....sure...but why am I...where did you get a cat?"
"I'll explain everything when I get back." He kissed her cheek. "You're the best."
"I know."
"Just one thing..."
"Yeah?"
"I've always seen you as more of a Tiffany than Blondie. Maybe a Debbie Gibson?"
"Good-bye, Shawn."
“I thought you said you were onto something, Shawn.”
“I am.”
“Then why are we at your Dad’s house?”
“Because. What happens next could be very stressful and tiny boy cat could use a rest.” Picking said cat up out of the passenger seat of the car, Shawn kissed his little fuzzy head before whispering something to him about a play date.
“Your Dad hates animals, Shawn.”
“My Dad is off fishing.”
“Even worse. You can’t just leave the cat in your Dad’s house. What if…”
“Gus!” Stopping as he reached the front porch, Shawn frowned. “What kind of person do you take me for? Of course we’re not going to just leave him.” As he frown slowly turned into a grin, he headed for the front door - letting the three of them in. “Oh Kara…”
“Seriously, Shawn?”
“What? I’m sure there is nothing my baby sister would enjoy more than to spend an afternoon with tiny boy cat. She always wanted a pet. Now, where is she? Kara!”
“Maybe she went out.”
“Impossible. Her jeep was outside.” He paused for a moment, listening and then pointing towards the closed kitchen door. There was music. And where there was music…
Pushing open the kitchen door, Shawn stepped inside ready to surprise his sister…instead he was surprised to find his newly graduated sister dancing about to Blondie’s “One Way” using a cookie dough covered spoon as a microphone. Setting the cat down of the floor, he immediately began applauding. “Very nice. Very nice. If only we lived in 1985…you’d be a pop sensation….”
“Shawn!” Startled, Kara jumped -- turning bright red as the spoon she was holding clattered to the floor. "What are you doing here?"
"I've brought you a backup dancer."
"What?"
He motioned to the cat that had curled up on one of the kitchen chairs. "Kara, meet Tiny Boy Cat. I was hoping you could watch him for a bit."
"Ummm....sure...but why am I...where did you get a cat?"
"I'll explain everything when I get back." He kissed her cheek. "You're the best."
"I know."
"Just one thing..."
"Yeah?"
"I've always seen you as more of a Tiffany than Blondie. Maybe a Debbie Gibson?"
"Good-bye, Shawn."