Rugrats Closing Credits Novels & Stories

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

He kept that pose intact for a while before breaking into laughter. Roth also could not help his laughter. Roth and Tristan high-fived each other, not noticing the evil daggers that Craig was throwing at Tristan from his eyes. None of them really took notice when Craig left the table to take a call. Episode 38 Craig had left the studio before either of them did. He had also been surprisingly quiet after that, to the point that Tristan contemplated apologizing to him after the show. Perhaps his mockery had gone a bit too far this time. However, he did not get the chance to do that. Craig had already slipped away when he was congratulating Roth on a successful show.

That was a given. The last episode closed with a photo I had taken myself in May. Brandon was half-sitting on the edge of the stately dining room table, with the other three standing around him in their best tough rockstars style. With the Blotters family tree framed right behind them. And Trisha popping up from a corner, her fingers in V. It faded from the edges in, only to hide her and linger on the four of them a moment longer. And then the screen faded to black for the last time. The stream cut to the theater as people went batshit crazy, turning to the seat box to clap, whistle and cheer for several minutes. Several cameras showed the audience during the ovation, and I was surprised to

Not happy endings. **************************************************

-Eat, Ruth," I encouraged her. -Thank you," Ruth took a sandwich and began to eat it while laughing at some kind of cartoon. The screen was showing The Adventures of Ladybug. I liked that show. I wondered what Logan and the other officers would do, it had been maybe fifteen minutes since they came upstairs. As if reading my thoughts, the three of them come down the stairs talking something.

I whispered other and she giggled nodding excitedly “yayy” We ended up sharing the snacks with everyone. The ending credits for The Croods came rolling in ad when I looked all the kids were sound asleep. Mindy comfortably tucked by my side. One by one I took them to bed and made sure they were all comfortably tucked in. “The kids really love you, especially Mindy. You’ll make a great mother one day” Cece said and I smiled “I hope so”

Raven stopped trying after a few failed attempts. The movie was over by eleven o'clock and granny and Jane got up. "Good night, Raven, Roo. You two should retire too," said granny. Before Raven could protest, Ralph picked her up in his arms and walked off. "Good night, granny. Good night Jane," he said over his shoulder at a chuckling granny and Jane. "Ralph, put me down please, " Raven said, facepalming out of embarrassment. "No," he said, as he strode towards his bedroom.

I felt him shift beside me, and I knew, somehow knew, he was bringing them to his mouth. The thought sent another wave of heat through me. The movie was ending. Credits starting to roll. The lights would come on any second. Jackson’s hand returned to an innocent position on my knee. Brandon’s arm stayed around my shoulders but loosened its grip. When the lights flicked on, I blinked against the brightness, trying to look normal. Sleepy, maybe. Relaxed. “That was great,” Greg announced, stretching. “Good choice, Margaret.” “I thought so too.” My mother smiled, standing. “Though I think some of us dozed off.”

I was done, and thankfully, Rita registered my mood and ended the video there, saving me from the torture. "Well folks, that's it for today. Thank you for joining us today and I wish you love and light. Until next time, bye!"

"Why are you crying?" I looked up at a clean, youthful face and cried even harder. "My mom is in there, but I can't see her." The young Adrian froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "What's there to cry about?" He clapped his hands, squatted down in front of me, his voice bright. "Get on." Later, I climbed into the coffin and clutched my mother's cold body, crying until I was hoarse. The sound of my sobs drew everyone's attention, and Adrian was beaten severely by his father. Even with his face bruised and swollen, he still flashed me a reckless smile.