Water Cannon

Bob was on his lawn chair, drying himself in the sun. He wasn't one for baths, not that he was afraid of water, but the fact that he had to spend 30 minutes if not longer just to get himself clean. His niece would say he would need more if he were to be sparkly clean.

Other than baths, he also wasn't one with phones, not unless there's a phone call at least.

"Bobby!" Bob heard his neighbor Rob call out to him. Rob was running to him. Bob noticed that stick figure of a man, his wrinkles showing even more than usual, despite being slightly younger than Bob himself.

"Freaking water pipes." Rob exclaimed. "Clogged down at my house. I need your hose."

"That weird disease still making you drink only pipe water?" Bob asked.

"I NEED IT."

"Calm down calm down." Bob said as he jogged his way to the hose near the back of his house. He brought it towards Rob, sticking it in his neighbor's mouth.

"Tell me when you're done!" Bob said as he sat down and leaned back against his hose, turning the hose on. Water went through the plastic hose, slithering like a snake, and into Rob's mouth.

That sound be enough, Bob thought as he began to position his hand on the tap.

It was stuck.

Dammit! Bob said as Rob began to inflate with water. He started to look like a saturday morning cartoon. Bob's legs brought him to his neighbor, and pulled out the hose.

Bob felt a force of water punching him in the fast as Rob screamed, letting out all of the water inside of him. Rob came back to his usual self, then saw Bob on the ground, grumbling somewhat and looking at the sky.

"Sorry." Rob said.

"Yee" replied Bob.

This wasn't the first time happened, Rob filling himself with too much water and firing it at Bob like a water cannon.

It also wouldn't be the last time.