Skittows Stowies Too: Tawent

>Spongebob is on
>Yes, you're a grown ass man and you still watch cartoons. Shut up.
>It's one of the older episodes, from before it started sucking
>You hear some kind of moaning
>Turn
>Skittles is slowly waking up
>"Daddy?"
"Hey, Skittles. You weren't asleep long."
>He eats another skittle
>"Nummies made Skittows sweepy."
>He looks up at you
"Wanna sit on my lap, kiddo?"
>"... huggies?"
>You pick up skittles and hold him on your lap, laying back on the couch
>"Huggies fow daddy!"
>He starts nuzzling himself into your chest, closing his eyes
"Yeah, yeah, huggies."
>Skittles looks up at the TV
>Staring
>"Daddy wassat?"
"That's the TV, Skittles."
>"Tweebie"
"Tee-Vee."
>"Twee-Bee"
>Fuck it
"Yeah, you got it."

>He starts watching
>"Yewwow dingy is funny-wookin!"
>He starts to get excited by the bright colors and such
>A scene comes on where Patrick makes a funny face and He absolutely dies laughing
>He starts wiggling his hooves under you and tickling you in the process
>Holy shit it feels like he's vibrating
>You giggle a little from the tickling
>Look down
>Skittles is vibrating and glowing
>wtf
"Dude, what the hell?"
>"Skittows happy! Wan' tickows!
>Oh hell
>Turn him over
>Start tickling his glowing belly
>Maximum-overdrive
>All of a sudden you hear a popping noise and the glowing and vibrating stops
>He's looking up at you
>Oh hell no
>You turn him over

>Forever glued to his backside is that dumb funny face
>Well fuck
>You look back up to see him making that same fucking face
>Another X amount of time of this shit
"Well look at that."
>He drops the look
>"What?"
>He looks down at his flank and sees his new cutie mark
>Skittles then goes into a frenzy of alternating between shouting, "Tawent!" and making that dumb face for a second
>After a couple minutes, you've had enough
"Skittles, quit it."
>he becomes sullen
>"But daddy is my tawent!"
>Puppydog eyes
"New rule: No more making your talent face in the house. Or ever."
>He puzzles
>
>"Skittows wan' new tawent!"
>He then jumps out of your arms and scampers off to find his new tawent
>He goes up to the leg of the coffee table and licks it
>"Yuckies. Not dyat."
>He scampers off to your other chair
>For the next five minutes he tries and tries to get up to the top of it
>*bup-bup-bup-punk* *bup-bup-bup-punk*
>This could go on for hours
>You get up and go to him, laying a mom-hand down on him
"I don't think climbing up on chairs is your talent, Skit."
>"Skittows can't be mowntain cwimer?"
>Eyes EYES EYES
>You make him a little mountain of pillows on the carpet for him to climb up and jump off of all day

>*bup-bup-bup-punk* *bup-bup-bup-punk* *bup-bup-bup-punk* *bup-bup-bup-punk*
>It's still a little annoying, but it's a little muffled
>He's watching more Spongebob while he's playing mountain climber
>You're kinda watching it, but you're keeping a good eye on Skit to make sure he doesn't land on his head or something
>Eventually he jumps for the last time and plops down on the pillow
>No movement
"Skittles, you okay?"
>He hops up and trots over to you
>"Daddy daddy! Wan' pway wif daddy!"
>Lol okay
"Alright, what do you wanna play?"
>His face goes blank
>Oh god
>He's spent his whole life in that hugbox at the pound, he doesn't know any games
>manlytears.jpg
>"... what game yow wike?"
"Come on, kiddo."
>You swoop him up in your arms
"We're gonna go get you a toy or something"
>"Pway!"

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