I am totally on a roll today! This is just something silly I thought of for Halloween. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, Wal-Mart, My Little Ponies, or anything.
The Thursday before Halloween, Anthony DiNozzo found himself in Wal-Mart during his lunch break. He was looking for a cheap, yet good looking suit, that he could rip us and use with his Zombie costume.
Tony sighed, bored, as he walked up and down the aisles. This would have been so much more fun if Probie and Probiette had come with me. He couldn't help but thinking. After all, this Wal-Mart had all kinds of nerdy techno-gadgets that McGee found wondrous.
Well actually, he could kind of understand why McGee didn't want to go with him. It was about a week ago, when Tony had run out of the cookies that he always keeps stashed in the third drawer down in his desk, that he had convinced McGee to go with him to Wal-Mart to get some more.
Neither of them would ever figure out (or at least admit to) how they ended up in the Toy Section amongst all the Barbies and plastic lightsabers. But there they were, walking down the isles talking about hot woman at the Navy Yard, and that vicious, 93-year-old lady who chased them out of her house when Tony misread the directions to victim's house, and, of course, how said 93-year-old lady nearly pegged McGee in the head with her wood spoon.
Anywho, there they were, when McGee tripped over a Polly Pocket box on the ground, and fell onto the display case of My Little Ponies. Tony tried to catch him, but it was too late. The damage was done. The display case had tipped over and My Little Ponies were everywhere (several of them slightly destroyed due to the fact that several of them were on display and not in their boxes, and the shelf having crushed them didn't help much either.) It looked like a battlefield. My Little Ponies limbs were strewn everywhere, and boxes of the My Little Ponies that weren't on display and still packaged, littered the floor. McGee lay on the tipped-over shelf, groaning, and Tony just stood there, too shocked to move, while a fairly large group of teenagers had gathered and were taking videos of the scene.
The crowd was parted by a very, very short, very old lady who started screaming at poor Tony and McGee in a language that clearly wasn't English. Needless to say, Tony and McGee spent an hour and a half cleaning up the mess, and they ended up paying for 35 broken My Little Ponies, andthey were kicked out of Wal-Mart, and Tony didn't get his cookies.
Good times, good times. Tony smiled at the memory. Still looking for the perfect outfit, he wandered up and down the aisle. Then he stopped. There was one pretty good looking shirt that really caught his attention. He took it off the rack and looked at it. It was black and splattered with red. There was a while silhouette of a zombie holding a piece of bread. He read the caption and laughed.
Tony leaned against one of the support beams. He didn't notice the blue box on the support beam that said "intercom" on it. He also didn't hear the beeping of the intercom above him when he leaned into it.
"Vegetarian zombies eat GRAAAIINNNS," He said holding out his arms like a zombie.
Tony's face paled when he heard his own voice loud and clear over the intercom.
"Vegetarian zombies eat GRAAAIINNNS,"
Tony's eyes widened as several pairs of eyes trained on him. He smiled nervously then casually ran out the door. McGee and Ziva would never let him live this down.
How'd ya like it? Thanks for reading!