The Brothers and Their Crazy Sister

Chapter 62

Chasity's POV-

"TADA!" I yelled showing my magnificent cake.

"Is it a bird? Or a di-." Rocco tried saying.

"IT'S FUCKERFACE DUMBASS!" I yelled.

They started laughing.

"You did fuckerface so wrong." Angelo said and I glared at him.

I went up to fuckerface and grabbed his fish tank.

"Hey, fucky, like the cake?" I asked him.

"No, it looks like shit." Fuckerface said.

Wait what?!

Oh, that was donkey's voice as fuckerface.

"Fuckerface doesn't talk like that. He has a British accent." I told him.

"How do you know it's a he? Huh, Chas." Angelo said.

"Well obviously I can't ask fucker but the guy at the store said he is a he."

All of a sudden Rocco threw flour at my hair.

"Rocco you bitch!" I yelled and threw an egg at him.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Angel said and Leo rolled his eyes.

I squirted food coloring all over Donkey's face and we all know that that shit doesn't come out.

He tackled me onto the ground and started tickling me.

Wait where's Antonio?

"Guys my boyfriend is he-." He looked at us disappointedly.

"MR. KRABS!" I said and got up.

"You already gave him a nickname?" Angel asked.

"Well obviously. He's Ant farm's boyfriend." Yes, Antonio's new nickname is Ant farm. Keep up with the program guys.

"What's your real name?" They asked Mr. Krabs.

"It's Kaleb." He replied and I ran to my room to change.

I took a hot shower and got out of the shower.

Yes, I take showers. I would stink if I didn't.

I went to my closet to get an outfit out. It was like late at night so I wore pajamas. Why is Kaleb here so late?

I wore the hottest fit in the whole wide world.

Just kidding it was just one of Rocco's shirts that I stole out of the laundry and I'm pretty sure this is Ant farm's sweat pants. I don't even know.

I went downstairs and saw Rocco and Marcello alone with Mr. Krabs.

Oh no. I should save him. I'll walk slowly though. This will be entertaining.

"So Kaleb. What's your parent's name?" Rocco asked.

"Parent's job?"

"Mom's maiden name?"

"City you were born in?"

"Your address?"

"What's your intentions with our baby brother?"

"Do you do drugs?"

"Where were you on January 17, 1955, at 5:55 pm? TELL US!" Rocco yelled.

"I wasn't born then." He said.

Thank goodness I didn't leave Stefan alone with them.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Antonio yelled and I came to the kitchen behind.

"He's a bit suspicious. I'll do a background check." Marco Polo said.

"A what check?!" Kaleb asked.

"Trust me. My family isn't weird. We are a very normal Italian family." I told him.

Yea normal.