It only took twenty minutes for Stinky to arrive on Sleepy's doorstep but for some reason it felt like a lifetime to the smelly man. Sleepy had called him, begging him to come warm up his delicious body and he was happy to oblige.
"Hurry up," Stinky's voice called from the other side of the door, "its cold out here." He clutched the bag of fast food tighter in his hands, cherishing the small amount of warmth the freshly made meal offered. Stinky waited in the cold for a few moments before sighing and pulling out his phone. Was this some sort of prank? He dialed Sleepy's number as he peeked into a nearby window, hoping the tired boy hadn't froze to death. He felt a sense of unease as he held the phone to his ear. Stinky's stomach dropped once a robotic voice greeted him.
"The number you dialed is no longer in service."
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Unlikely Friends: Volume One
HumorA group of unlikely friends go on depraved adventures.
