The Price Is Wrong!
"Hello folks! Welcome to the finial show of the Price Is Right! Would our first
contestants please step up?"
A voice comes over the speaker.
"Would Relena Peacecraft please make her way down here?"
Relena came bounding out from somewhere in the audience.
"Heero Yuy…you're next!"
Heero, came from the front row, and walked slowly to his spot on the stage.
"Sally Po, Lady Une, and Quatre Winner, please make your ways down!"
Everyone came jogging to his or her places…all but Quatre. All of a sudden, a small
blonde head came running out of nowhere.
"I'm here Bob! Let's play the game!"
Bob laughed, and shook his head.
"Ok…our first item up is this wonderful crystal wine glasses!"
Bob quickly described them, and then asked for the price guesses from everyone. Then
the real trouble started.
"Are we ready to see who won this beautiful set of glasses?"
Everyone nodded. He opened the card, and read the price.
"Heero! You're guess was the closest guess of $1000 dollars!"
Quatre gasped.
"That can't be!"
"Excuse me? But I'm the game show host...not you…"
"I'd make a better host than you!" the blonde shouted. "The price of those glasses is
Wrong. I just bought a set. The SAME set for $3000!"
"Well…I'm sorry…"
"Listen! I deserve to win those!"
Bob raised an eyebrow.
"No…Heero does! He guessed the closest price!"
Quatre's face reddened in anger.
"LITEN! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THE ART OF SHOPPING! I COULD OUT
SHOP YOU ANY DAY!"
Bob looked around, and called for security.
"Don't you sick you're little dogs on me!"
Suddenly out of nowhere, strong arms picked the blonde up, and flung him over their
shoulder. Trowa smirked at Heero, and somewhere in the audience Heero could hear
Duo's laugh.
"Bob…I'll take him off of your hands…"
Trowa turned and walked away up the stairs to the exit. Quatre had taken out a pocket
calculator, and worked.
"You see! $3000 - the taxes…and you still get $2000!"
"Quatre…shut up…" Trowa said.
He quickened his pace up the stairs, and Bob could only shake his head. Just as Quatre
was about to disappear, he looked at Bob and yelled…
"THE PRICE IS WRONG BITCH! WWRROOOONNNGGGG!!!!!!"
****
Yeah….so…yeah…it's a tosser? Yes or no…it's your call…I don't know where that one came from…and I hope nothing like that ever happens again. All of my friends would say that it was a poor use of my writing skills… wouldn't ya? Yeah…you know you would…so…yeah… … … … … @_@ I LIKE CHHHHHHEEEEEESSSSSSSEEEEE!!!!! Hehe ^ -^;; yeah…ok…yeah…that's it…yeah…don't let me listen to those little voices again…they tell you weird… … stuff yeah…that's the word. So… I have another fic up my sleeve…and it'll be better then this…crap…in fact…I'm going to scrap it…that's it…unless…you the viewers want me too keep it… ::shrugs:: it's up too you…
"Hello folks! Welcome to the finial show of the Price Is Right! Would our first
contestants please step up?"
A voice comes over the speaker.
"Would Relena Peacecraft please make her way down here?"
Relena came bounding out from somewhere in the audience.
"Heero Yuy…you're next!"
Heero, came from the front row, and walked slowly to his spot on the stage.
"Sally Po, Lady Une, and Quatre Winner, please make your ways down!"
Everyone came jogging to his or her places…all but Quatre. All of a sudden, a small
blonde head came running out of nowhere.
"I'm here Bob! Let's play the game!"
Bob laughed, and shook his head.
"Ok…our first item up is this wonderful crystal wine glasses!"
Bob quickly described them, and then asked for the price guesses from everyone. Then
the real trouble started.
"Are we ready to see who won this beautiful set of glasses?"
Everyone nodded. He opened the card, and read the price.
"Heero! You're guess was the closest guess of $1000 dollars!"
Quatre gasped.
"That can't be!"
"Excuse me? But I'm the game show host...not you…"
"I'd make a better host than you!" the blonde shouted. "The price of those glasses is
Wrong. I just bought a set. The SAME set for $3000!"
"Well…I'm sorry…"
"Listen! I deserve to win those!"
Bob raised an eyebrow.
"No…Heero does! He guessed the closest price!"
Quatre's face reddened in anger.
"LITEN! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THE ART OF SHOPPING! I COULD OUT
SHOP YOU ANY DAY!"
Bob looked around, and called for security.
"Don't you sick you're little dogs on me!"
Suddenly out of nowhere, strong arms picked the blonde up, and flung him over their
shoulder. Trowa smirked at Heero, and somewhere in the audience Heero could hear
Duo's laugh.
"Bob…I'll take him off of your hands…"
Trowa turned and walked away up the stairs to the exit. Quatre had taken out a pocket
calculator, and worked.
"You see! $3000 - the taxes…and you still get $2000!"
"Quatre…shut up…" Trowa said.
He quickened his pace up the stairs, and Bob could only shake his head. Just as Quatre
was about to disappear, he looked at Bob and yelled…
"THE PRICE IS WRONG BITCH! WWRROOOONNNGGGG!!!!!!"
****
Yeah….so…yeah…it's a tosser? Yes or no…it's your call…I don't know where that one came from…and I hope nothing like that ever happens again. All of my friends would say that it was a poor use of my writing skills… wouldn't ya? Yeah…you know you would…so…yeah… … … … … @_@ I LIKE CHHHHHHEEEEEESSSSSSSEEEEE!!!!! Hehe ^ -^;; yeah…ok…yeah…that's it…yeah…don't let me listen to those little voices again…they tell you weird… … stuff yeah…that's the word. So… I have another fic up my sleeve…and it'll be better then this…crap…in fact…I'm going to scrap it…that's it…unless…you the viewers want me too keep it… ::shrugs:: it's up too you…