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Viva La Pantz 3

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                                                           ¡Viva La Pantz!

                                                          By: M.R. Anglin



     Max sat at his desk, hunched over a stack of papers. Things had gotten busy since his trip to Traes. Running a country by himself was more work than he could have imagined.  He had a list of twenty things to do before 12:30, as well as five meetings, and two public appearances.

     He groaned and ran his hands through his fur. “I could use a vacation.”

     “Maxie!” Celeste burst into Max’s office. A grin was plastered on her face.

     Max smiled at her. Celeste’s presence made the day seem brighter. “What’s got you so excited, baby?”

     Celeste dashed to his desk. “I just heard about this new craze! It looks like so much fun! Will you do it with me?”

     Max groaned as he looked at his papers. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’m swamped. I can’t stop now.”

     “Please, Maxie?” Celeste folded her hands and batted her eyes.

     Max glanced at the papers and then at his wife. A smile broke out across his face. “Alright, baby. I could use a break, anyway.”

     Celeste clapped and caught his hands. “Stand up.”

      “What is this, anyway?” Max asked as he skirted the desk and stood in front of his wife.

     “It’s called Viva la pantz.” She giggled and put her hands around his waist. “It’s the best thing ever . . . perfect for relieving stress.”

     “What do you do?” Max asked.

     “This!” Celeste made a sharp movement with her hands and held up a pair of brown pants.

     Max looked down. The white and red striped boxers he had chosen this morning flapped in the air conditioner’s draft. “What th—how did you--?”

    “¡Viva la pantz!” Celeste waved Max’s pants in the air and dashed out the door, screeching in laughter.

     Max gazed after her, his mouth falling open. She stole his pants . . . stole them right off his body. He laid his ears flat and growled. “Celeste, get back here!” He dashed out of the office.

     He halted in the hallway. Celeste was nowhere to be seen, but her voice echoed throughout the palace. “¡Viva la pantz!”

     Stetson, one of the Royal Guard, approached him. His eyes widened as he pointed downward. “Uh, Your Highness . . .”

     Max growled. “Shut up. Just tell me where she went.”

     Stetson pointed down the hall. “She’s headed toward the Navian Garden.”

     Max tore down the hall in that direction. Every few seconds, he heard Celeste’s voice echo, “¡Viva la pantz!”

      In her wake were secretaries, aides, advisors, and generals standing in the hall with their mouths hanging open looking in the direction Celeste had traveled down. And why not? The queen of Drymairad was running around waving a pair of trousers in the air yelling “Viva la pantz” at the top of her lungs. Max snickered as he sprinted down the hall.  Who would ever believe that he, Maximilian Descarté, king of Drymairad, was running around in his underwear, chasing his wife who stole his pants? He couldn’t believe it himself. If there was one thing about Celeste, she reminded him not to take himself so seriously. And she was right about one thing: streaking the palace was a stress reliever.

     He laughed out loud as he bounded down the steps to the garden.

     Celeste was waiting for him with a smile on her face. “Viva la pantz, Maxie,” she said, handing him his trousers.

     “Viva la pantz, baby.” Max took her in his arms and pulled her into an embrace.

© 2008 M.R. Anglin. Do not copy or redistribute without author's expressed, written permission.

Blame Taz for this.

A few months ago, she drew a pic of Hunter and J.R. that inspired this. Hunter was running around in his underwear, waving around two pairs of pants and yelling, "Viva la pantz!" J.R , also in his underwear, was chasing after him. Hunter stole his pants . . . I still don't know how he accomplished it. Here's the pic: www.deviantart.com/tazi-dono/a…

Yes . . . Taz is that random.

We got into a conversation yesterday about what would happen if the trend spread. I thought to myself, Celeste would love it!

I thought the idea had died with a few bad sketches, but as I picked up my computer to write this morning . . . it came back full force!

So, here you are. I hope you get a laugh out of it.

© 2008 M.R. Anglin. Don't Steal; Viva la pantz!

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