Flintstones Porn Story: Homesick Chapter 1
I don’t know what Barney’s job is, so I just decided to have him cleaning in a kitchen when everyone else has gone home.
“Evening, dum dum.”
Barney looked up from his dishes and sure enough there was Gazoo, sitting casually on one of the shelves with one leg crossed over the other.
“Gazoo! Uh, what’re you doing here?”
“Just thought I’d drop in,” He yawned, and leaned back on one hand. He looked around idly, taking in the masses of dirty dishes, grimy floor, filthy counters..
Barney guessed what he was thinking. “Well, I don’t need no magic, Gazoo, uh uh.”
“You don’t need no magic?” He repeated, quirking an eyebrow.
“No. Oh, I mean, yeah! I mean, I don’t need any magic.” He corrected hastily.
“Well, if you’re sure..” He looked around the kitchen again critically.
“I am.” Barney said firmly.
“Suit yourself, then.” Gazoo replied, a bit snottily, and instead of disappearing like Barney expected him to, he remained where he was. Barney turned back to the dishes. The sooner he got it over with, the better.
“Christmas soon, dum dum,” Gazoo commented casually. “Any plans?”
“Uh, yeah,” Barney replied over his shoulder. “Me and Betty are goin’ over to Fred’s for Christmas Dinner, let the kids open their presents together and that.”
“That sounds nice.” Gazoo said wistfully.
Barney wiped a plate down carefully and turned to Gazoo. “Hey, Gazoo, I know you’re kinda lonely here on Earth. Why don’t you spend Christmas with us? Fred won’t mind, and we’ll all be able to see you except Wilma and Betty.”
Gazoo smiled at this. “Well, thank you, Barney. I may well drop in to wish you all well, but I doubt I’ll make a day of it.” He swung his legs sadly. “I may well just sleep through it.”
“Sleep through Christmas?” Barney repeated, appalled. “You can’t miss out on Christmas, Gazoo!” He replaced the plate and picked up another. “You’d be very welcome with us, pal.”
“And I’m very grateful, but never the less I don’t think I’ll make a day of it. Fred’s right, sometimes I’m nothing but trouble. I don’t mean to be,” He added hastily. “Sometimes I just get it wrong. I hope you believe me when I say I’m well-intentioned. The times I’ve disappointed you two were either accidental or because you needed to be shown the error of your ways.” He sighed suddenly. “But these days being good-intentioned doesn’t mean a thing. Before they banished me, they told me some of the worst things in the world are done with the best intentions. And I suppose they have a point.” He rested his chin on his hands glumly.
Barney scratched his head and looked at Gazoo helplessly. He had never seen him so down. He wished he could think of something to cheer him up. “Well, I don’t know if this means anything Gazoo, but I’m glad I’m friends with someone good-intentioned who gets it wrong instead of someone bad-intentioned who gets it right.” He spoke as sincerely as he could. If he had been wearing a hat he would have took it off. He frowned, and rewound the little speech in his head, checking it made sense.
Gazoo perked up a little. “That’s a heck of a good point!” He exclaimed, and then muttered to himself quietly, “Now why didn’t I think of that?” He shook his head, and smiled at Barney gratefully. “That means alot though Barney, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Gazoo.” Barney replied happily. He turned back to the sink and did a few more dishes before he spoke again. “Do you have Christmas at planet Xa..Xia..Planet Xan..”
“No, but we do have holidays. And religion, and culture, and all the rest.”
“Gee, you must get real lonely sometimes.” Barney sympathised.
“Yes, I miss my little girls more than anything.” He admitted sadly.
Barney nearly dropped the dishes in shock. He whirled around. “You have kids?”
Gazoo raised his head, surprised. “Why, yes. Didn’t I tell you? It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.”
“No, you didn’t! How old are they? What’re their names?”
“Well now, let’s see, years are different here on Earth. Hours too, hence why I sleep so much compared to you. In human years, Sabelle is six and Nadula is almost four.”
Barney mouthed the names to himself. “They’re real pretty names Gazoo.”
“Thank you,” He smiled wistfully.
“Howcome you were sent here without them?”
“Well, it’s me who’s being punished, not them. No, I have a friend taking care of them. I talk to them via television whenever I can, and if I’m here over a year I’m allowed monthly visits.”
“Do you really think you’ll be here over a year?”
“I didn’t, but now I’m not so sure. I’ve been here six months already.”
“Six months?! Half a year?”
“Why, yes, dum dum. I became acquainted with you and Fred in June. Six months today, in fact.”
“Oh.” Barney paused delicately. “What about the girls’ mother?”
“She died a long time ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Barney shook his head. “I really am sorry Gazoo. I want to cheer you up, but all I seem to be doing is making things worse.”
“No, no, you haven’t. It’s nice to have someone to talk to like this. Trust me, Barney, nothing bad will ever come out of lending someone a sympathetic ear.”
And he meant it. With his clumsy tact and blunt sympathy, Barney had made him feel a little better.
“I bet you’ll get to go home real soon, Gazoo.” Barney told him earnestly. “You’ve done some real good deeds for me and Fred, helping us our and teaching us to appreciate stuff, and the kids adore you.”
Gazoo smiled. “Well, let’s hope. I’ll say it again though, I certainly will miss you two dum dums.”
“Can’t you come back on a visit? You could bring your little girls.”
“Perhaps.” He said doubtflly. “Not very often though. They’ll be watching me like a hawk, on the lookout for any excuse to kick me right back out again.” He said miserably. He didn’t usually go in for self-pitying, but he was in full flow now. “Do you know, Barney, I thought that invention would be my big break, yet look what’s happened.”
“Gee, I really am sorry Gazoo.” Barney said as sincerely as he could, wishing he could offer more.
“Yes, well, we all have our problems. I do try to get on with things but sometimes, I don’t know, it gets hard.” He smiled wanly and stretched. “Well, I ought to be going, I’ve kept you from your work long enough. Are you sure you wouldn’t like a little help? Just the rest of the dishes?”
Barney hesistated. What harm could that do? “OK just the rest of the dishes, please.”
With a deft flick of Gazoo’s fingers they were done.
“Thanks, Gazoo. You definitely come join us for Christmas. Fred won’t say no.”
“I wouldn’t bank on that.” He giggled. “But I’ll give it some thought, and I’ll definitely drop in to say hello. Well thank you, Barney, and goodnight.”
And with that he disappeared.