A/N: Even though I just posted one of the best sad stories I've ever written in this very category not twenty four hours ago, there was this stupid plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone. Oh yeah, and his friend the white dove, if you know what I mean. And just a quick note: If you do not use or understand how Twitter works, this story will be completely meaningless to you. So go pick up Twitter for Dummies.
Disclaimer: Really! *Sighs* Fine. I don't claim ownership to either the Thunderbirds or Twitter.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to boldly review what no one has reviewed before. This text will self destruct in 5 seconds. Good luck Jim.
Social Networking For Tracy's
General POV
Tracy Island
July 18, 2020
9:48 PM
"Gordon!" Alan yelled, in his whining voice. Gordon shrugged.
"We told you not to Sprout." Scott said, from his spot to Alan's left.
"Next time Gordon, don't snipe me from across the map. My gamerscore is bad as it is." Virgil said, setting down his controller.
"No promises." Gordon replied, already having switched from the Xbox 360 to his iPhone in a matter of seconds.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked his little brother.
"Tweeting about what bad Halo players you guys are." Gordon replied.
"Hey!" Alan yelled, but everyone ignored him.
"How many people follow you?" Scott asked.
"Uh. One second...20,000." Gordon replied.
"Not bad. How bout' you Scott?" Virgil asked. Scott mumbled something in reply, that was almost inaudible.
"What was that? Is big Scott low on followers?" Gordon asked, in that annoying voice adults used to talk to babies.
"Shut up! I have 5,000!" Scott yelled.
"Hah! That proves it! I'm better!" Gordon said, laughing.
"You only have that many because of the Olympics!" Scott responded.
"Doesn't matter." Gordon said, his laughter dying down. "How many do you have Virgil?" Virgil, unsure of the number, pulled out his own phone and checked.
"Uh...Do I have to answer?" Virgil asked.
"Yes." The other three Tracy's replied at the same time. Virgil sank into his spot on the couch before responding.
"2,000." He said, sending his brothers into fits of laughter. "Hey! I didn't win the Medal of Honor or an Olympic medal! Cut me some slack!"
"Nah. We have to much fun being hard on you." Gordon said, slapping the middle Tracy on the shoulder. Virgil quickly pushed his arm off.
"Hey, you haven't told us how many you have Alan." Scott said, taking control of his laughter. Alan looked reluctant to answer.
"Answer." Gordon said, in an authoritative tone, but Alan stayed silent.
"It must be horrible." Virgil commented.
"Agreed. Grab him." Scott said, and instantly, Alan's older brothers pinned him on the couch and pulled the blonde's phone from his pocket.
"Got it." Gordon said.
"Should we let him go?" Virgil asked.
"Nah. He might try something." Scott replied. Alan uselessly tried to get out of his brothers grip.
"How do you have these organized Alan?" Gordon said, flipping through the various pages of apps and folders.
"Just find it." Scott said.
"Yes sir." Gordon said, raising his hand in a mock salute. As he opened the Twitter app, his wide grin turned into an expression of horror.
"What?" Scott asked, exchanging worried glances with Virgil. Gordon took a moment to respond, and when he did, his voice was shaky.
"He's trending."
