Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Gundam. Wing. So. Don't. Sue. Me.

Mwah hahaha. Let's see, what do I have to explain?

No new characters so far. I duno about pairings. You'll just have to figure that out. But I don't like yaoi much so don't really expect that. Unless I had too much sugar. LIKE NOW. Nerds rule man.

Warnings: Possible language, content, etc. Insanity. Let it begin:

The Comic Misadventures of GW and Friends

Chap 1: Hilde's Practical Joke

"HIIIIIIIIII HEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"It's not 'heeeeee-rooooooooooowwwwwwwww!' It's 'He-ro' with a long e sound!"

"Fine," she said huffily. "HIIIIIIIIIIII HEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOUUU!!" Deciding that resistance is futile, he gave up on Relena and turned to the kitchen. Only to find a half frozen Duo staring into the fridge.

"What are you doing? Trying to catch pneumonia and die?"

"No, it's just that something REALLY REALLY BAD has happened. And for once it wasn't me.." Sensing danger, Heero made for a quick escape.

"Hey guys, what are you doing? You're letting out all the cold air!" Hilde reached in automatically to grab the Eggo waffles, only to grab. nothing.

"HEY WHAT'S UP WITH THIS? Duo did you eat all the waffles?" He pointed to his stomach, the growling saying all. Hilde turned quickly and grabbed Heero by the spandex.

"Heero," she said sweetly, "did you eat all of the Chocolate-chip Eggo waffles?" He swallowed nervously.

"No, I just woke up. Speaking of which-"

"-HI EVERYONE! What exactically did you put in my drink Hilde? Because I've been up all night." Slowly Hilde remembered her little prank last night.

"I didn't put anything in your drink Wuffie, now. HEERO YUY WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY WAFFLES," she said, yanking on the spandex evilly.

"Ow! I didn't do anything, honest! I was asleep the whole. time. HILDE!"

"TIME TO LEAVE, C'MON DUO!" They left, leaving Wufei and Heero to contemplate their revenge. They stared at each other for a second.

"I've got an idea. You know how Duo follows us around glaring to unnerve us?" Wufei nodded obdiently. "Let's do that to him, it'll drive him insane."

"You mean sane.HAHAHAH.I'm okay. Really." They walked into the living room and right past Trowa.

Who happened to be busily building a fort out of couch cusions.



"I'll beat him, mwah hahaha, yes I will, I'll kick his ass, hahahah," he muttered to himself, neatly arranging a pile of stolen shoes (mostly Relena's heels). He picked up a pair of, you guessed it, stolen binoculars and searched the room for his prey.

"I know where you live Quatre, and I will beat you with these. pink. shoes. whatever they are called. AHA!" Trowa exclaimed, spotting a shock of blond hair peeking out from behind the armchair.

"TROWA!!! I'd like to make a peace offering!" Quatre slowly stood up, ducking the flying heel.

"FINE!" They stood up and walked across the battle lines. Or chalk drawn on carpet. Whichever you prefer.

"So, Trowa." Quatre tried his best to look innocent.

"Quatre."

Too late Trowa realized that one of the blonde's hands was behind his back.

"DIEEEE SUCKA!" Trowa just stared at the huge wet stain on his sweatshirt.

"Ugh, bitch!" Quatre stopped mid-laugh.

"What did you call me?"

"Bitch, what's it to yah?" He raised his one visible eyebrow.

"OH yeah? Well. DIE!!" He squirted more water at Trowa, this time soaking his hair.

"BRING IT ON!" He flipped, rolled and landed in his fort and began launching pumps at Quatre. Quatre swore as he realized that his Supersoaker didn't hold quite enough water to dispel the chunky shoes Hilde usually wore. Whipping out a Nerf gun, he began systematically knocking over the couch cusions. Realizing this, Trowa decided on a new stratagy: Wait for him to run out of foam darts.

"SCREW YOU TROWA, I'LL GET YOU YET!" Quatre ran into the kitchen, his mission to refill the Supersoaker. and possibly pick up a few of the foam darts on the way. Meanwhile, the enemy ran about collecting shoes, and 're- filling' the other empty Supersoaker with a chocolate/maple syrup concoction.

"Mwah hahah, that's what you think, Winner, that's what you think.."

It was at this point that Relena walked into the room again, satisfied with her pronounciation of Heero's name.

"HEY!! Are those my heels? OWCH WATCH IT!! Did I give you permission to hit me Mr. Winner?" Relena fumed in all her chocolaty glory, with various muddy sneakers (Duo's) stuck to her. Not to mention the so called Family Room, which was now also wet, sticky, torn up, and had a shoe in the middle of the TV.

Not wanting all of his clothes pink, Trowa stood up and flagged Quatre down to discuss a truce.

"Well, okay. BUT THAT FREAK THERE MUST GO!"

"Deal!" They shook on it and turned evilly to Relena, who was totally lost in the destruction of her dress. Quatre wiped some syrup under each eye, and signeld for Trowa to surround her.

"Oh my gosh, you guys are so dead once I find Heero! YOU RUINED MY FAVERITE DRESS YOU BASTARDS!! Hey, where'd you go? Trowa? QUATRE?? WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!" Her voice rose to a new level of annoyingness at the maniacal giggling from behind the sofa.



"I WANT MY EGGO WAFFLES DUO NOW GO OUT THERE AND GET THE KEYS IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE 25!!" 2 houses down, the neighbors reached for the phone.

"YES HILDE, RIGHT AWAY!" Duo peeked through the crack in the door, looking for any sign of Heero or Wufei. Or Wufei's katana. Finding the coast clear, he snuck into the family room.

"What the hell happened here? Oh well, I just need to get those waffles before Hilde blows up the block." Failing to notice the two black-clad figures make off with the keys, he reached the table and grabbed a sticky mess. Wiping off the goo on his sleeve, he saw the pink keychain.

"Goddammit, where the hell are my keys??" He looked around him, spying Trowa and Quatre sneeking about a hysterical Relena. 'I bet they know' he thought.



"IF YOU TWO ARE TRYING TO GET ME IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK!! I CAN CANCEL YOUR CREDIT CARDS YOU KNOW, I OWN THE COMPANY!!"

"Don't have one," Trowa snickered. 'Who has use for a credit card when you can just wave a gun at people and get whatever you want?'

"DON'T THINK I DIDN'T HEAR THAT TROWA!! I'LL TAKE ALL OF YOUR GUNS AND I'LL KILL THAT BITCH KAIRI!!"

"Whaa? Whose killing me? MY HOUSE!!" Kairi stared open-mouthed at the ruin before her.

"SCREW YOU RELENA!" The two man army proceded to syrup-and-shoe the Vice Foreign Minister and tie her to the cherry tree outside.

"TROWA BARTON WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?? I CAN'T EVEN LEAVE FOR ORCHESTRA PRACTICE WITHOUT SOMETHING GOING WRONG IN THIS HOUSE! WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU THAT WHORE RELENA WILL LOOK LIKE A STAR COMPARED TO YOU!! I'LL REPLACE YOUR ARM WITH MY GOOD BOW YOU BASTARD!!" She raised her large violin case above her head and began to chase Trowa around the yard screaming various obscenities. Hilde left the reletive safety of her room to observe Trowa's demise, joing Heero and Wufei in the upstairs hallway.

"Guys? What's with the blackness? Halloween's not for another year."

"We're just torturing your boyfriend Duo into telling us what you put in our drinks last night."

"Oh. Let's see, I think I dissolved a box of sleep aids into yours Heero.. And I put some amphetamines I got off of someone at Kairi's school in yours Wuffie. I remember putting something in Quatre's and Trowa's. What was it?" She tapped her cheek thoughtfully as Heero waited for Duo to walk outside.

"I THINK I KNOW!!" Wufei waved his hand energitically.

"What?"

"You put sugar in Trowa's, I heard him muttering about kicking Quatre's ass. And Quatre. well what makes him violent?"

"Beer." Heero said simply. "Hey look there's Duo. Looks like he's seen his car." The once black-and-silver Mustang convertible was now red, orange, blue, green, brown, yellow, silver, black, purple, maroon, and just about every other color under the sun. (Get out your box of 200 Crayola's and list 'em yourself, I'm too lazy) Including the interior.

"I'LL KILL YOU ALL FOR TURNING MY NEW CAR INTO THE MYSTERY MACHINE!! AND I WANT MY KEYS BACK!!" Heero moved over a couple of inches and gave Duo back his keys. And a free trip to the hospital.

"I think you gave him a concussion," Hilde said simply. "That'll teach him for eating my waffles!!"

"Uh Hilde," Wufei began, "you ate them all yesterday. But you got your license revoked on the way to the grocery store." Hilde just looked at him.

"Maybe we should go take him to the hospital," Heero suggested.

They all looked at each other: "Nahh, he'll live. Possibly."



Meanwhile.

"TROWA YOU COME BACK HERE AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!!"

"YOU MEAN A 10 POUND VIOLIN CASE IN MY STOMACH? I DON'T THINK SO!!"

"IT'S NOT TEN POUNDS DUMBASS, IT'S ONLY 9 AND A HALF!! AND THIS STUPID SKIRT!!" Kairi paused in her chase to fix her uniform. 'Being Concertmaster does have some disadvantages.' she thought as she glared at the mud stains.

Unknowingly, Trowa had continued to run around the house, not expecting to run head-on into her around the corner.

"Ouch!!"

"Hi Kairi! How was rehersal?" Trowa didn't move, figuring that as long as the violin case was out of her reach, he had a chance.

"It was fine Trowa. Matt brought this stuffed raccoon on stage, and it was so cute! As a matter of fact, I'm going out with him tonight. SO GET OFF ME SO I CAN GET READY!!"

"YOU chase ME around with that THING because I happened to get into a fight with Quatre and then LO AND BEHOLD, Miss High-and-mighty-God-herself is CHEATING on ME?? I DON'T THINK SO!!" Beneath them both, Duo groaned.

"Who am I again?" They both just stared at Duo for a minute.

"I said, Who am I again?"

"OH MY GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAVING ME!!" They both looked up sharply as the police pulled the princess off the cherry tree.

"What happened here m'am?" One of the officers pulled out a sheet of paper.

"ARREST THEM ALL!!" She stomped and pointed in their general direction.



Quatre was arrested on charges of being under the influence; Trowa for being high on unknown substances. Hilde and Duo were locked up for possesion of illegal substances (the amphetamines) and Heero for overdosing and attempted suicide. Kairi was held without bail for attempted manslaughter, and finally Wufei for damaging property.

The neighbors invited Relena over for a party celebrating the arrest of the juvinile deliqunents and general quiet of the block.

THE END.

AN: So? Wachya think? PLEASE REVIEW. flames accepted but it's not like I care.