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The rain drizzled outside of their treehouse. Both George and Harold are inside, laying down on their back on their custom made Treehouse Comix Inc. carpet.
Harold scooted over to George as he took a glance to his tie. George wasn't really focusing on his surroundings. Harold just assumed he's probably thinking about something.
Harold is now laying on his side right next to George, with one of his hands on his tie. He flapped it up and down, or maybe even just roll it up and then let it go. It's not too rare for him to do this, but sometimes it does take George by surprise.
“Harold? What are you doing?” Harold slightly backed away from George, as his question sort of scared him a little. “Sorry for scaring ya. What're you doing?” George asks again right after he apologized. “Umm. Nothing.”
Silence filled between the two. It felt so uncomfortable, even if both their presence filled the awkward air.
“Hey, wanna make a comic?”
“Yeah, sure!”
That's a way to move on from the previous topic.
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It's starting to rain even heavier every second, but that doesn't stop George and Harold from making another comic of Dogman!
“Okay, i think we're almost finished now. What should we call it??” Harold asks George, who is laying on the hammock. “Geeoorrge!!!” “What—? Sorry, dude. Couldn't hear you from the rain.” he apologizes as he then sat up on the hammock, making eye contact with Harold. “What should we name it?” He asks him again,
“Isn't it obvious? The Scarlet Shedder!! I mean, he is called that in the comic for a few pages, isn't he?” George exclaimed as he got off of the hammock to check the comic out. “Ohhh... Riight! Kinda thought you'd wanna name it something different.” “That's silly, Harold.”
When they finished, they read the book before exposing it to school the next day. They were both surprised it took them longer than expected to make the comic.
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The boys are at it again, doing pranks for Mr. Krupp. This time, they spilled a little oil outside of Krupp's chair in his office, so that when he tries to sit on it, he'll end up slipping with his chair rolling away from him.
As they both were quietly giggling, Harold heart footsteps coming towards the office. “Uh oh.” he quickly tugged George's tie before dragging him into the nearest closet in Krupp's office.
“Sorry.” Harold apologized, as George lessen up his tie since it got a bit tie-ght (tight) after Harold dragged him. “It's alright, man. It's just what ties us both together, you know?” George snickered with the joke as Harold chuckled a little.
“GEORGE! HAROLD!!” the fun didn't last long, since Krupp caught them. He had oil on his back and arms. George and Harold tried to hold in their laugh until they had to sit infront of his desk.