Friday, August 1, 2014

Do A Little Dance...

Typically, I don't search out gif's that move, but this one fits Greely to a tee.  Darling Diva loved this movie, Monsters Inc., with the repetitive nature known mostly by the under six crowed and giggled her head off when the little girl did her dance.  Heck, so did Alpha Hubby and I.


“Ohmygod, civilization…lights, heat and indoor freaking plumbing!  Put me down, Erol.  Please.”

Erol bent over and set his treasure on her feet and grimaced.  Not because her insubstantial weight caused him any pain, but rather her obvious glee at being surrounded by the loud garishness of this sin city.

“Oh oh, shoot, pick me up Erol, pick me up.”

The urgency in his Fair One’s voice put him on instant alert as he swept her up in his protective embrace and spun around looking for the source of her fear.

“Gree,” the camel gasped as she grabbed his arm to hold him still. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“I-I can’t walk.”

Her whisper made him want to shift and fly her away from everything she feared or could cause her harm.  It was only the knowledge that shifting in such a public place would cause them all more trouble than necessary that made him wait for an explanation from his lady love.  “What do you fear, Fair One?”

“I have to pe…” 

The mumbled words were spoken into his throat and sounded more like mar har ooo prea.  He still had no idea what was causing her panic and to add another layer to this frustrating game, her humpback friend was laughing her fool head off, seconds from rolling around on the ground.  “What is so funny, camel?!”

“Oh, oh Gree, we did make that cactus stop you know.  You could have taken care of things then…”

“That was outside, Karma, I don’t do that outside!”

“Even in your froggy form?” The camel covered her mouth with her hand and giggled again.  Her mirth obvious in the tears tracking her cheeks.

“That is different!”

“How?  I mean, it all comes out about the same way, Gree.”

“Animals just do that outside and I’m closer to the ground.  Plus, I don’t need TP,” she whispered, behind her hand, “in that form.”

Erol grinned.  He was starting to get a picture of his loves problem.  It was the same issue she’d faced when they traveled to his grotto in Talbot’s Peaks hidden ocean.  She had yet to become comfortable easing her bladder in the water or anywhere without a water closet, or bathroom, he remembered them saying in this century. “Lead the way to the abode you wish us to stay in, Humpback.  Quickly.”

“Okay then.  Cross those legs, Princess can’t pee outside, ‘cause here we go.”

Erol followed the camel even as he whispered into Greely’s ear.  “Never fear, my love, your shy bladder is something we can overcome.  It just takes practice.”


Once again she tucked her face into his neck and spoke, but he got the gist of it this time and couldn’t resist teasing her just a bit more.  “Lots and lots of practice.”

Huh, so today's blog is brought to you by the letter P and jumped from my brain to the page just this morning in the span of about an hour.  I'd been trying to decide what to write all week and nothing quite fit into this trio's trip until Greely was jumping up and down inside my head, happy to have finally reached the city proper.  I guess that jumping up and down is better know as doing the peepee dance.  LOL  What my characters don't give me to work with some days...

Have a great weekend!


Rebecca Gillan said...

That was great! Princess Can't Pee Outside; I'm going to be giggling about that all day... LOL!

Serena Shay said...

:D Hehe, thanks!

Savanna Kougar said...

Oh, the perils we face when nature calls... lol! I know how Greely feels. Fun flash-ing, Serena.

Pat C. said...

How does she feel about outhouses?

My favorite "outdoor" story: I was on vacation with the parents and we'd gone to some lame attraction and I couldn't go because the stalls had no doors on them. Really. So we drove back to the campground but I couldn't wait and we're out in the middle of nowhere (no gas stations). So Dad pulls over by a field and I wade through the weeds a ways -- middle of nowhere, no one around for miles -- and I pull down my pants --

Just as a school bus packed with kids cruises by. In the middle of nowhere.

This is not the only time this has happened to me. My bare butt is like a spectator magnet.

If you're ever lost in the woods and need help, pull down your pants. Someone will turn up within seconds. Guaranteed.

Savanna Kougar said...

So, that's the secret for being rescued. Sounds like a great shifter story, too... who shows up when your butt is bare in the woods?

Rebecca Gillan said...

I don't know if that's a good thing in this day and age of taking photos of people in trouble without actually helping them...

Serena Shay said...

Yep, Savanna...nature calls can definitely lead to perils! ;)

Serena Shay said...

LOL...I'm guessing that for Greely it's the flush that gets the rush, but in a pinch she may do the deed in an outhouse. ;)

Oh mercy, Pat that sounds like something sure to happen on my vacas! Here's my advice(in my madigascian ~crazy~ penguin voice)...Smile and wave, Lady, smile and wave.

I've found myself having to employ that tack many a time...even with the free pee. :D

Savanna Kougar said...

Yeah, that's a point, Rebecca. 'Course, the heroine/hero could rescue the hapless pee-er from being recorded???