Tea Cup and the Boston Toy Party

[Paul]

Ok guys and gals, here goes my first completed book. My wife liked it alot and so I am taking the plunge and letting you all read it. It's about a Boston Terrier "Tea Cup" and his house friends who go on an adventure trying to rid their home of an invasion of a particular strange stuffed toy.



A normal day
Tea Cup, the Boston Terrier, stood on the top of the chair, staring out the picture box window of the house at the front lawn and beyond on the streets. Although exploring this new territory has been a desire for Tea Cup from the moment he came home with Mrs. Baxton, Mrs. Baxton has gently taught him his territorial boundaries stopped at the door. But inside his territory, he was king. He ruled over Ms. Pity the house cat, who’s soul mission in life seemed to be to hunt mice and birds, and pester Mrs. Baxton. Sebastian the green parrot who ruled the airways, Franklin the guinea pig who roamed the house inside a ball, and finally Mr. Chips, the Siberian husky who kept to himself while under the constant influence of Tea Cup’s position of power and Sebastian’s air raids, unless it came time for ‘Chase the Cat!’
Out back was a miniature world laid out for those who can access the outside. It was here which Tea Cup, Mr. Chips and Ms. Pity could escape dive-bombs from Sebastian. Only Mrs. Baxton was the other occupant whom roamed the back yard. It was filled with a hedge around the concrete wall and flowers blossomed from its branches. A peach tree, orange tree, and oak tree reached high above in which Ms. Pity climbed and chased birds. The green grass flowed harmoniously except for the hexagon concrete steps, which led to the shed and back gate.
Tea Cup was satisfied with his territory and who he was. Still, a deep longing for the outside was within him. He wanted to see just what was beyond the doors of Mrs. Baton’s home and explore, Partly because he was a K-9 and partly because Ms. Pity had that freedom. Mrs. Baxton often took Tea Cup and Mr. Chips on walks to garage sales, but it was within the length of the leash. Which secured him to Mr. Chip’s wagon, a wagon designed to carry kids, which Mrs. Baxton found at a department store. She refitted the handle with a harness for Mr. Chips so he could pull it along when they went for a walk together.
Ms. Pity, on the other hand, had other ideas when she walked into the front room and looked at Sebastian. Tea Cup noticed it and turned his head. Ms. Pity was after Sebastian again. Not that he could blame Ms. Pity, but she didn’t help by antagonizing Sebastian either.
“Here Birdie, Birdie, Birdie...” Ms. Pity said.
“It’s the cat again!” Sebastian cried. “Tea Cup! Help!”
“Ms. Pity.” Tea Cup said, turning around. “Give it a break.”
“This is the day, Birdie.” Ms. Pity said with a spirited heart. “I’m hungry. Why don’t you make it easy for yourself and give up.” Ms. Pity put her fore paws on the bird stand and began to push on it. Ms. Pity was no small cat, weighing almost 10 pounds of pure cat power. Ms. Pity cared less about Tea Cup and his impression of the household. She knew in her heart she truly could command the ground maneuvers if she wanted and Tea Cup would be no match for her.
“Tea Cup!” Sebastian said.
“Come on Tea Cup.” Ms. Pity said. “Let’s get this bird. I’ll get him down and you hold him while I’ll clip his wings.”
“Mrs. Baxton is about to come home.” Tea Cup said. “You better leave that bird alone or she’s going to make you pay.”
“Mrs. Baxton loves me.” Ms. Pity said sarcastically. “You think she won’t get over it. She loves me more than any of you.” Ms. Pity pruned herself and then jumped up on the mantle above the fireplace. Not more than a couple of feet from Sebastian.
“Ms. Pity, get down!” Tea Cup insisted.
“You can’t get me.” Ms. Pity mocked at Tea Cup. “But I can get you, birdie.”
“Not again.” Mr. Chips said as he walked in from the kitchen with a potato chip in his mouth. He sucked it in and crunched down on it.
Ms. Pity jumped and landed on the bird stand as Sebastian took off in flight. The bird stand began to topple over from Ms. Pity’s landing. It teetered and tottered while Tea Cup and Mr. Chips watched from the floor. Mr. Chips swallowed the potato chip.
“Whoa! Help me!” Ms. Pity cried as she tried to find her footing.
“I tried to tell you.” Tea Cup said.
“Hey Tea Cup.” Mr. Chips said. “Want to play chase the cat?”
“What!” Ms. Pity said with her eyes real wide.
“Roger tower!” Sebastian said, perched on top of the china cabinet. “Fighter Pilot Captain Sebastian the Parrot, ready for attack run!”
“Sebastian no!” Tea Cup said.
“Ohh. Chase the Cat, coming up!” Mr. Chips said enthusiastically, as he lowered himself down with his hindquarters high and swinging his tail.
Sebastian made the sound of a propeller air plane starting up and then he took off, heading straight for Ms. Pity, who in sheer fright knowing she had to do something fast. Ms. Pity managed to get a foot hold with one of her hind feet as she felt the bird stand going over and as the stand hit the back of the couch after passing Sebastian in flight and launched herself forward.
Mr. Chips watched the bird stand go over and with excitement watched Ms. Pity to see where she would land. Mr. Chips didn’t want to hurt Ms. Pity, but instead give her a good old fashion slobbering to satisfy Mr. Chips while Ms. Pity had to take a while to clean herself.
Tea Cup dreaded the moment as “Chase the Cat” much like “Eat the Bird” often turned into a disastrous mess and already the bird stand was down. Tea Cup jumped up on the couch only to heard claws digging into the carpet and the swing rudder action of Mr. Chips tail, which only meant one thing. Chase the cat was in play. All the sudden the distinctive feeling of talons hitting him on the head told Tea Cup that Sebastian was also into “Fighter Pilot” Mode.
“Hey!” Tea Cup said.
Franklin the guinea pig was eating when he saw Ms. Pity make a right turn into Mrs. Baxton’s guest room. Shortly followed by Mr. Chips, hot in pursuit.
“It’s Chase the Cat!” Franklin said. “Go Chips go! Get that cat. Hey Tea Cup, you got to see this one!” Franklin watched as he seen Tea Cup stop at the edge of the hall. Just then Sebastian banked right into the room. “I know how this got started!”
“Stop it! You’re going to break something!” Tea Cup said as Ms. Pity broke across the hall with Mr. Chips not far behind. “I hope he gets that cat!”
“Come here cat.” Mr. Chips said. “I won’t hurt you, really.”
“Come on, come on!” Franklin said with excitement. “Head for the cage, Head for the cage! Someone break me out of here!”
“WKAP Parrot Sky Plane,” Sebastian said after he perched himself on the open door. “Live from Mrs. Baxton’s house where the canine hallway patrol are in pursuit of a bird killer. K-9 units are trying to box the ferocious feline in the guinea pig’s room, but with little luck. However we have reports that a small black and white is waiting to barricade the bandit as we speak.”
“Oh shut up.” Tea Cup said from the floor.
Mr. Chips ran into the stand where Franklin’s hamster cage was sitting and knocked it over onto the floor. Mr. Chips shook himself off as he watched Ms. Pity run for the door.
“Oh God! Oh God!” Ms. Pity said as she stayed on the run while losing her breath. “I can’t keep this up.” Ms. Pity rounded the corner and ran over Tea Cup. “Get out of my way you pug nosed shrimp!” Ms. Pity never missed a beat, knowing Mr. Chips was not far behind. Her only hope was the outside.
“And the bandit makes a break for it!” Sebastian said. “The lead K-9 unit has crashed into Franklin’s home. What destruction, what carnage! Someone call 911, officer and civilians down. The bandit crashes through the barricade, but wait! The crashed unit is back up again and continues the pursuit.” Sebastian takes off and flies after Mr. Chips and Ms. Pity.
“Franklin!” Tea Cup called out as he runs into the room. “Franklin, are you O.K.”
“Yes!” Franklin says as he shakes himself off. “Freedom is long overdue! Franklin the bold is loose again!”
“Oh Great!” Tea Cup said. “Where’s your ball?”
“Over there.” Franklin said. Franklin ran and climbed through the narrow hole. Tea Cup picked up the cap for the hole in ball with his mouth to put the cap on. “You don’t have time! You have to stop Mr. Chips and Ms. Pity.” Tea Cup dropped the cap onto the hole and headed the other way, tracking down the others. Mr. Franklin followed in his ball but when saw that Tea Cup was out of sight, he positioned himself so he could knock the cap off again and get out.
Ms. Pity headed straight for the pet door. Once outside, she would go straight for the peach tree and that would end the chase. At least this one.

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“Come here, cat.â€

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“Oh darn it!â€

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she was drying it. “Well, you were standing out in the middle of the backyard with the sprinklers on when I got up.â€

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Horns honked and blared followed by a loud crunch. The four of them looked into the street and watched as another car blared its horn and broadside the first car, creating a three-car wreck. The driver of the first car got out and began looking under his car.
“What’s the matter with you!â€

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his ears and his sides. She noticed Mr. Chips was not tied in like he should have been, but left loose so he would not be trapped in the harness.
“No.â€

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It was a fight Mr. Chips would remember. When the Rotwieler got a hold of his front leg, panic set in, but the bite was not as fierce as promised. Doing the laps around the park with Mr. Chips, relentless strafing and bombing runs by Sebastian, and the chasing of Ms. Pity for six solid blocks had played out everything Thor had. Including his fight. So when it was time to get down to the serious business of who was the Top Dog in the park, Mr. Chips was Dog and the Rotwieler knew it when teeth had him by the throat. Instead of giving a final bite to bring in a new leader to the street pack of dogs, Mr. Chips let him go and Thor coward into submission under Mr. Chip’s feet. Mr. Chips let out a howl from the bloodline of wolves that flowed through his veins and then limped off to his friend, Ms. Pity who layed injured in the wagon.
Thor stared at the expedition team as they moved off, then limp the other way. Never again would Thor come against this team. He respected them for this.

The orphanage pool
“Call your mom.â€

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Mrs. Smith followed them home in her van. When they got there, she wanted to meet Mrs. Baxton, but she wasn’t home. Even Mrs. Baxton’s phone was ringing as she knocked. As Tea Cup barked at her from the side of the house, she went around and watched as the weary Ms. Pity jumped up on the fence and opened the gate for the expedition team. Tea Cup took one last look at Mrs. Smith before he closed the gate behind them. In the driveway, Stan Roberts shot the last scene of Ms. Pity disappearing behind the wall.

Mrs. Baxton
That evening Mrs. Baxton came home from her very important night with little Timmy Taylor. She had taken him a Pangaroo as a gift before he went into surgery for a new kidney. As she sat at home, finally, resting for the following morning when she promised to return to the hospital for Timmy, she forgot about the answering machine that blinked, informing her she had messages. Nor was she concerned about the mail in the basket on the floor full of letters and notes. The only thing she wanted was peace and relaxation. Tea Cup and the others were fast asleep. For once the house was not wrecked, to her surprise. For once, she got to come home and relax. She turned on the T.V. just in time for the 10 p.m. news coming on.
Then she learned that her sleeping pets and home had been real busy that day when she saw the video clip of them tossing what she knew used to be the Pangaroo’s she had made in her bedroom for her daughter, into the orphanage swimming pool. She wanted to smile because of the children touched and the inspirational story. She wanted to cry because her name so prominently mentioned and this time these monsters she calls pets have managed to embarrass her in front of her whole neighborhood. The lead paper reporter called it a “Boston Toy Partyâ€