“Jesus, I’m bored.”
That was, what, the seventy-ninth time Ricky had said it that afternoon? And, frankly, was getting on his brother’s tits.
“That is fucking getting on my tits!” Rusty exploded, throwing his game controller down angrily and turning from his game of Injustice to face his brother.
“But we’re, like, so bored, dude!” came Maxxie’s Californian tones from the sofa.
Both the rattlesnake and the black cat were on the sofa, draped over each other. Apart from Ricky’s black tongue flicking out every now and then, and Maxxie’s tail waving languidly, they both appeared to be dead to the world.
“Youse two need tae get a bloody job!”
This suggestion was met by two long sighs. As you might expect, just because they were bored, they didn’t think they were that bored.
Rusty stood up and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen
“Come on, ye couple of lazy bums!” he called after him.
With a great deal of harrumphing, they slowly disentangled themselves, got off of the couch and followed the fox through to the kitchen.
As they entered the kitchen, Rusty was bent over at the other side of the table to rummage for the day’s newspaper. Straightening up, he slapped a broadsheet down on the table in front of them.
“Have a look through this paper an’ see what ye can get.”
Dejectedly, the snake and the cat sat down and began to leaf through the paper as Rusty left the room. There were many adverts in the paper, most of which sounded tedious and none of which appealed to them.
“Why the hell is it,” said Ricky, his palm against his cheek. “That you need experience to get a job, and yet you need a job for experience?”
“I know dude.” Maxxie replied, turning a page slowly. “It’s a mondo mind-smash.”
“Mmmh.” The two of them leafed through more ads, eventually reaching the very back page. They were about to give up on the paper when:
“Whoa, check this ad out!” Ricky nudged Maxxie and pointed to the advert that had caught his attention.
The advert was fairly unassuming, medium sized and seemingly nondescript, printed in simple black and white. But it was the wording of the ad that caught their eye:
ARE YOU OUT OF WORK?
ARE YOUR RELATIVES MOANING AT YOU TO FIND SOME?
THERE IS WORK FOR YOU!!
JUST DROP BY THE LAKE IN THE PARK TODAY
(SUPERVILLAIN COSTUME PREFERRED BUT NOT NECESSARY)
"The lake in the park?” said Ricky, his red eyes wide.
“Supervillain costume? Dude, what is this job?” said Maxxie, his yellow eyes even wider.
“I dunno, but if it needs a costume to do, it sounds mental enough to be cool!” A smile emerged on Ricky’s thin lips. A smile emerged on Maxxie’s mouth as well. There was a moments’ silence. Then…
“EXCELLENT!” The two of them air-guitared vigorously, before standing up.
“I’ll get my gauntlets on…” said Maxxie.
“And I’ll get the helmet and the fake tan…” said Ricky.