One day, in one of Quatre's huge mansions, everybody was peacefully asleep. Duo chewing on his braid, Heero nuzzling his gun, Wufei petting his katana, Quatre cuddling his Trowa... Ahem… ; But then all of a sudden, Heero's personal alarm clock woke everybody with a start. Relena's voice rung through the entire dormitory with regular intervals: "Heero, Heero, Heero, Heero, Heero, Heero!" "Oh, no…" The perfect soldier shivered. The painfully bright light of the rising sun in his sleepy slit-eyes prevented him from grabbing his gun and shooting his private cuck-cuck's clock. Fortunately, Trowa did it for him. BANG "I'm used to flashy lights, baka.' The sexy clown said in a smooth tone, blowing the smoke from his gun. "After all, I'm in the spotlights every night!" Duo appeared next to him, still clutching his braid in one sticky hand. 'Dude, you make it sound like you're an oscar-winning movie star or something!' The braided baka moaned. "Well, I'm not, but HE sure thinks he is…" Trowa said while pointing to something outside.
The faint pink light that peeked in through the window was partly held back by the sharp curves of the woman-hating jajauma who was standing on a tree stump in the garden. "I mean, who does he think he is? Karate kid?" Duo grabbed one of Trowa's boots and threw it out the window, whacking the Chinese boy of the stump. 'INJUSTICE!' They all rolled their eyes at hearing the already familiar rant. 'What's all that noise?' A sleepy Quatre rose from his, ah, Trowa's bed and rubbed his eyes cutely. 'Maxwell playing pranks on Chang.' Heero answered tiredly, turning around in his bed and snuggling in the gun powder covered sheets.
Laura: for tha luv a God, Elisa, learn ha ta right Inglisj!
Elisa: Yeah, like u r sutch a gut righter!
Trowa had grabbed hold of Duo's braid and pulled it very roughly. "Itai!" the moronic pilot squealed. "What is the matter with you! Go out there and get my boot back!" he screamed. "OK, no need to get so upset, carnie…" "C…CARNIE!" Trowa roared in the long-haired fake priest's ear. "Take it back, Duo, take it back!" Quatre begged him. "For the love of God take it back!"
Duo yelped as the tall pilot grabbed him by the collar swung him through the window after his boot, knocking the hot-headed Chinese boy of the stump…again. Trowa leaned on the windowsill and enjoyed the sight of the God of Death being chased by the Dragon God. "Ah, isn't it wonderful to have someone else do your dirty work for you?" The evil carnie turned to the little blonde Arab with a wicked grin. "Now get my boot!" He barked in the other's face. "I'd love to get your boot back, koi, but I can't…" Quatre answered. "Oh, and why is that?" Trowa asked in a scary sugary voice. "Because you're standing on my foot and I can't move…" Quatre bit his lower lip in an attempt not to cry out loud in agony. "Oh, right…" Trowa stepped aside and turned to the sleeping Heero. "And you, I did you a favour, now you remove that corpse from the lawn!" Heero grunted and turned around in his bed. The clown exploded.
Laura: Oh it was terrible! Red noses, curly wigs, oversized shoes and trousers everywhere! Elisa: monotone voice There there, there there…
"WHY, YOU…!" Trowa inhaled deeply and clenched his teeth, forcing his lips into an evil smirk. Quatre backed away against the wall and looked at his crazy lover with his bottom lip trembling. 'You know, Heero…' Trowa said sweetly. 'If you go outside now, you can still shoot Relena's corpse!'
Heero's eyes snapped open. He jumped out of bed, right into the hole in the ground that was connected to a giant slide that led directly to the Gundam garage. He climbed up to the cockpit of Wing Zero and fastened his seatbelt. The Zero System got hold of his sleepy mind right away and through the intercom Trowa could hear him singing and dancing: "Ooh, yeah, c'mon baby, huh, work that stuff, hm, uh-huh, now shake it out!" Trowa raised an eyebrow, but since it was hidden by his unibang, it looked like he was just staring blankly at the intercom. "T-Trowa?" Quatre asked quietly, already searching for the doorknob in case the clown would turn into It's evil twinbrother again. Trowa slowly turned his head and glared at his trembling friend. "My mind must be playing tricks on me, because I'd swear I just ordered you to go and fetch my BOOT!" Quatre chuckled nervously. "Heh, Trowa, I think your under influence of the Zero System, you're scaring me…" "ARE YOU STILL HERE? GO AND GET MY BOOT!"
Laura: Stop using the word boot!
Elisa: Watch me, boot boot boot boot!
Afraid that his friend might give him 'the boot', Quatre raced out of the mansion screaming weird Arabian words in panic. (Later it turned out he was screaming for his mummy.) As Trowa looked out of the window, he could see Heero tapdancing on Relena's dead body, and singing: 'Don't stop thinking about tomorrow,…' Sometimes interrupted by maniacal laughter.
Trowa sat down on his bed, satisfied with himself, and waited many years for Quatre to return with his boot. But his companions were never seen again.
Laura: Ohmigod! sees Wufei and Duo running by the window
Heero continued his mad rampage and nobody knows where he is now. Some say he opened a disco 'GET YOUR BOOT-Y ON THE FLOOR' somewhere in the world. Quatre's still looking for Trowa's boot and doesn't dare to come back without it.
Trowa: …My foot's getting cold…
OWARI!