The result of watching Beauty and the Beast really late at night while hyped up on sugar.
Uhh, minor crack-fic, I guess?
Gaston fell swiftly from the top of the castle, flailing his arms desperately in an attempt to grab something, anything that would stop, or at least slow, his plummet. He hoped that all the men he brought with him had left, so none of them could hear how he was screaming like a girl as he fell. Or, if they were still around, he hoped that the thunder that boomed in the sky drowned out his shrill shrieks. He was never a praying man, but he felt like it might be time to start saying his prayers, when his hand roughly grabbed a tree branch that extended out over the chasm he was falling into. The rough bark bit into his hand, making it bleed, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Bringing his other arm up, Gaston hefted himself onto the branch. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he gave an evil laugh, and stood on the branch in triumph.
"Hah! Even gravity can't beat me! Now that beast is dead, and I LIVED! Hah, I won!" Alright, so he probably lost any chance of getting Belle's affection because he killed that monster that she seemed to like more than him for some reason, but whatever. He WON.
He stood tall on the branch, sticking his fist in the air in victory, and was about to give another evil laugh of victory, when out of the sky came a great crack! And lighting struck the tree. It traveled right to Gaston's raised fist, and shocked him down to his toes. He startled and jolted like a cartoon character and then slumped onto the branch. He was toast.
Noo-oonee, gloats like Gaston, then gets shocked like Gaston
Noone's stupider in a huge storm than Gaston
The lightning was sick of his cel-le-brate-ting
My, what a loser, Gaston!
No clue where this came from, but I hoped you got a laugh or two out of it. R&R