Two Down to earth Uncles Stealing to the Beat
By: BeautifulAlice
Notes: I had this written using .uk and it created this story that I thought I would share, due to it being utterly hysterical. All credit goes to the website, but I typed in the verbs, characters, and descriptions thinking that maybe it could help me with a White Collar idea.
Neal Caffrey looked at the crumpled hat in his hands and felt afraid.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved deserted New York City with its tender, thoughtless tunnels. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Peter Burke. Peter was a thoughtless thief with lithe ankles and charming elbows.
Neal gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a friendly, courageous, wine drinker with handsome ankles and tall elbows. His friends saw him as a kooky, knobby knight. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for an expensive old lady.
But not even a friendly person who had once made a cup of tea for an expensive old lady, was prepared for what Peter had in store today.
The clouds danced like running dogs, making Neal shocked.
As Neal stepped outside and Peter came closer, he could see the flabby glint in his eye.
Peter glared with all the wrath of 7823 grateful knobbly kittens. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want information."
Neal looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the crumpled hat. "Peter, you may be innocent," he replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two purple, precious pigeons talking at a very intuitive accident, which had piano music playing in the background and two down to earth uncles stealing to the beat.
Neal regarded Peter's lithe ankles and charming elbows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Neal with a delighted grin.
Peter looked anxious, his emotions blushing like a sneezing, sad sandwich.
Then Peter came inside for a nice glass of wine.
THE END
