I DO NOT own Bob's Burgers.
This is just for entertainment purposes.
Tanner's POV:
. . . I'm asleep.
End POV:
Louise: Okay. Burn unit, commence.
Bob: You go first.
CLICK
Louise: Oh, I play soccer, 'cause I forgot I have hands.
Bob: Burn!
CLICK
Bob: I'm on the news, because I have a huge head.
Louise: Burn!
CLICK
Louise: I can't outrun a lawnmower 'cause my dress is so tight. . .Oh! I'm dead.
Bob: Burn.
CLICK
(Stirring Western music plays)
Bob: Whoa. It's Banjo.
Louise: Oh, I'm a cowboy, and I got-
Bob: Wait, wait, wait. Suspend burn unit. This is a great movie. It's a Spaghetti Western, the best one, underappreciated. He plays a Banjo.
Louise: Yeah, I can see that.
Bob: And they made a whole bunch of these.
Gene: Dad. Do we have anything bigger than this?
Bob: Oh, Gene, what'd you do?
Gene: Nothing, yet. Just planning ahead.
(gun on television)
Gene: What are you guys watching?
Louise: Nothing. Go back to bed. The burn unit is just me and dad.
POW-POW-POW
Gene: Whoa! Did he just shoot bullets out of his Banjo?
Bob: Yes.
Gene: Damn!
Louise: Oh, you like that, Gene? Cause we're changing the channel.
Bob: No, no. Let's watch it. This is pretty much the beginning.
Louise: What? What?!
Bob: Gene, sit here.
Louise: What?! (Grunts) It's like pushing a couch off the couch! (Grunts)
Gene: Here. Hold my plunger.
Louise: Yah!
BONK
Gene: Ow!
The Next Morning . . .
While everyone was sitting down eating breakfast, Linda is on the phone with Mr. Frond.
Linda: Oh! We are just so thrilled that you chose us to cater the event . . .
Louise: (Quietly): Mom, mom... fill me up.
. . . I just hope we can live up to last year's event . . .
Louise: (Quietly): Mom.
. . . That Colleen Caviello, . . .
Louise: (Quietly): Mom...
. . . She really outdid herself. And never lets anyone forget about it . . .
Louise: Just fill up the little mug.
(Bob gently smacks her hand away)
Louise: Ouch.
Linda: Yes, we've got everything ready for Tanner's first day. Right. Right, right. Okay, Mr. Frond. Good-bye. Good-bye.
Bob: So, what are we catering? That sounded promising.
Linda: Oh, it's a real big deal, Bobby. It's a fund-raiser for Tina's conflict resolution club. Colleen Caviello made the food last year. This year she can go . . . Blow a balloon.
Tina: Yay! You're catering our fund-raiser.
Bob: That's great. How much does it pay?
Linda: Nothing.
Bob: Nothing?
Linda: It's a benefit, Bobby. It's a spaghetti dinner.
Bob: But we don't make spaghetti.
Linda: This is school fund-raising, Bob... it's a pasta game. You make spaghetti, or you go home. Besides, it's for a good cause.
Bob: Oh, yeah... to one-up Colleen Caviello. That's a, that's a great cause.
Linda: You weren't there, Bob! You don't know how awful it was.
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Male OC x Louise Belcher | A Bob's Burgers Fanfic
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