Disclaimer: I have wanted to own the Thunderbirds ever since i was 6 and found out that there was a PINK car that could FLY! But sadly it was not to be :( I will never own them nor am I making any profit from this story.

Author note: Right this is the first story i have EVER written, so yeah bit scared ill mess it all up. So apologies for anyone who thinks its rubbish or any spelling mistakes, as i can not spell :)

Please enjoy!

Everything was peaceful on Tracy island. There was not a cloud in the perfect blue sky, birds were chirping and the waves on the beach gently lapped up onto the sand. But as everybody knows, silence in the tracy family cannot last forever.

"GORDON! ALAN!" Ah yes just a typical, normal day on the island that the Tracy's called home.

Suddenly two forms rushed out of the house with speed that was not known to most people. One was stocky with auburn hair and a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes. The other was leaner with golden hair and blue eyes filled with happiness. They were both laughing hysterically, clutching their sides.

At that moment two more figures burst out of the villa. At first glance it could be said that the two figures were clones, or at least twins. But a closer look would show differences between Virgil and Scott Tracy. BUt one thing that they did have in common was the look of murderous fury etched upon both their faces and it seemed that they were covered in…

Pink slime, yes it was pink slime that covered both of them from head to toe.

"I am going to kill you" growled Scott, his voice low and clearly very, VERY pissed.

"Oh come on scott, Lady Penelope said that you needed to brighten up your wardrobe, and I think that she would be extremely happy with the new colour scheme you two are rocking. Right Al?"

"Definitely" said the youngest tracy holding up a camera "In fact i think that we should send her a picture of you in your newest attire. Say cheese!" and with that Alan snapped a picture and ran for the hills, well the beach if you want to be specific, Scott on his tail with shouts of "Delete it NOW!" being heard all around the island.

Leaving Virgil and Gordon standing alone by the pool.

"So Virge,you know you're my favourite big brother, right?" Gordon asked with a look of innocence that had been perfected to a T after years of pranks.

"Hmm well Gordy you should have thought of that before you covered me in.. in.. What exactly is this stuff?"

"Do you really want to know Virgil?"

Virgil considered it. "Probably not." he decided.

"Great! Well I'm just gonna go round here.. away from you.." Gordon started to say.

"Uh-Uh-Uh Gordy. You don't get away with it that easy" and with that Virgil lunged for his younger brother, his intent to be to knock the family fish into the pool. Arguably where he actually belonged.

Suddenly a loud klaxon sounded, piercing through the tranquility of Tracy island. Letting all its residents know that it was there.

"Phew, saved by the bell." muttered Gordon as he sped off towards his fathers office.

Virgil glared at his retreating brothers form and sighed.

"I wonder if I have enough time to have a shower?" Virgil thought before following his brothers example and running off himself.

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"What's the situation John?" asked Jeff.

"Ok a bunch of animal protection people are protesting outside a meat factory.."

"Why?" butted in Alan and Gordon simultaneously.

John glared at both of his youngest siblings with a look so fierce that Alan and Gordon could feel its affects all the way from space to their remote island.

John smiled to himself at the way the two youngest Tracy's seemed to shrink away from his yes John Tracy could definitely control his brothers even from his position of orbiting the Earth.

"Well as i was just about to say before I was so rudely interrupted." Another glare. "It seems that this meat factory was busted a couple of days ago for animal cruelty. Naturally there was a massive uproar and the factory decided to cut themselves clean of the problem so closed down the factory."

"Then why are there animal protesters outside then?" Questioned Scott.

"That would be the problem here. See the building is planned to be detonated today. Guess the managers wanted all of the proof of the animal cruelty gone." John shrugged.

"I don't get it, why can't the local authorities just tell them to move?" Asked Virgil.

"Apparently they have, but they won't move, they think it's just a trick to get them away from the animals" John answered, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Ok boys, Alan you're with Scott in thunderbird 1. See if you can get the protesters to move. Gordon you're with Virgil in 2. Stock the medical bay in case these people are stupid enough to run into a condemned building and get hurt."

"F.A.B" The boys replied starting to rush off.

"Good luck guys! Oh and one more thing." Said John, the smile now fully etched onto his face.

"Yes Johnny, What is it?" Scott said, sliding to a halt.

" Why are you and Virge pink?"

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If you were to ask Guinevere Pitchey to sum herself up in one word it would simply be "Hippy" While it was clear to her that she did not LOOK like a hippy, With poker straight chestnut coloured hair, perfect white teeth and bright turquoise eyes. Gwen could have been a model if she had wanted to, but instead dedicated her life to protecting the important things in this world. The rainforest, human rights, animal rights and basically anything that involved trees.

This was the reason that today Gwen was standing outside a factory bellowing into a loudspeaker.

"FREE THE ANIMALS!" Gwen didn't know what people saw in meat, honestly if everyone became a vegetarian like her then this kind of stuff wouldn't happen and the world would be a better place.

"WHAT DO WE WANT?"

"Freedom for animals!" the crowd bellowed back.

"WHEN DO WE WANT IT?"

"Now!"

A tired police officer came to the padlocked gates that the protesters had erected to stop the police from interrupting their protest.

"Miss I have told you and told you, the animals form this factory,and there weren't event that many, were rescued by the RSPCA and are now living quite happy lives in fields, munching on grass. Now please for the last time, step away from the building, otherwise you could get hurt, scratch that. You WILL get hurt." The police officer said calmly.

A few of the protesters started to murmur, maybe there was no point being here at all. And they didn't want to get hurt.

But Gwen was not one of those protesters. "NO! You are simply trying to keep me from the animals, we must save them! Who's with me?" she asked scanning the crowd.

"Wait gwen, you cant be serious. Its dangerous!" shouted one of the people.

"I am always serious when it comes to the safety of animals!" Gwen replied before running off into the building, unaware of the danger that awaited her.

"Cach" said the police officer.

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Ok so thats it for this chapter! Sorry its quite short ,so do you like it? OR should I have never started writing?

So some things to note:

(1) Gwen is based on a real person, one of my best friends is a complete hippy who despises Thunderbirds, so I go on about it as much as I can and included her in this story :)

(2) For those who are not welsh (And i doubt that many of you are) The word at the end of the story is a welsh word that i say when I've done something wrong. Its basically the welsh version of swearing but it isn't exactly a swear word..

So if you've read please review! I could really do with the knowledge that people are actually reading, you don't have to put your name or anything! You can comment that its rubbish if you want! If people are reading it I'm happy.

See you soon ( I hope)

Bex xx