All the Gundam Boys have to get a Job at McDonalds
By Jessica
Disclaimer: Yes, I would love to own the gundams with all their finery, but I don't. I also don't own McDonalds, or Minutemaid, So please don't drag me off to Court!
It was a Monday night at about 5:30, and business was practically nonexistent at the McDonalds where all the Gundam Boys now held a minimum wage job between saving the earth and hiding out. They were all ready for their evening meal rush and so now the almighty manager, Zechs, was making them scrub the interior of the restaurant with toothbrushes and rags. Zechs himself was lounging on a plastic lounge chair sipping a Minutemaid lemonade with his eyes close, the very picture of relaxation.
"Oh, the injustice of slave labor..." Wufei muttered under his breath while he scrubbed a particularly nasty stain on the floor with his little pink toothbrush. "Oh stop your complaining or I will make you scrub the toilets as well...with your hands!" Zechs answered in a superior tone, which made Wufei's neck veins bulge. Nobody else was really working that hard, in fact nobody else was working at all, they were just sitting around and talking while Wufei slaved away. Ever since Wufei had tried to kill Zechs when he told him to make a burger, Zechs had held a grudge against Wufei. Nobody understood why. Suddenly a rush of people crashed through the doors into the spotless McDonalds, tracking mud all over the floor, which previously had been so clean you could fix your hair in the reflection. Wufei was about to cry in rage about the stupidity of the weakling customers when Zechs yelled at him to hurry up and make some fries.
Well, back to the other Gundam Pilots... Trowa was at the Register and everyone else was scurrying around like maniacs, not wanting to displease almighty Zechs.
" I would like a big Mac with everything on it, except for the onions. Well-I don't want tomatoes either, or pickles. Or lettuce. And I want a large fry-no I don't want it super sized-and a medium drink." The woman looked at Trowa, waiting for him to tell her the price. "........" Trowa stared into space, absently taking down the order. " Are you all right...?" the woman asked the dazed-looking boy. He looked up at her with a startled gaze as if just realizing she was there... "Who are you??? Where am I ? Who am I??" He screamed, causing the whole restaurant to look over at the sobbing teenager. " uh, my friend here needs a break..." Duo laughed nervously as he shoved Trowa away from the register and continued to take the orders in a more mentally stable way.
Quatre was carefully placing the orders on the trays and handing the customers the ketchup and fries with a big smile and a "have a nice day" for everyone. He beamed every time someone smiled back or said 'thank you'. Suddenly a very upset man stalked up to the counter and beckoned Quatre to come near. " I specifically said that I didn't want pickles. NO PICKLES! I want a new burger right now, with NO pickles. Think you can handle that?!!" He screamed in Quatre's face. Quatre nodded, buried his face in his hands, and ran from the man sobbing. " Hey. What's the matter, Ketchup?" Duo grabbed him by the arm and questioned. " He...he..didn't like my burger. I'm a failure! After causing so much unhappiness I don't deserve to live!" "Okay...." Duo stared at Quatre. "Maybe you should do the fries for a while..." Quatre nodded in agreement and sniffed as Duo grabbed a burger and smushed it on a tray. " Hey Heero, take over, I'll make the burgers and you hand `em out, kay?" Duo said. He hated interacting with moronic customers, plus he knew that Heero wouldn't take their crap.
Heero grabbed 2 burgers and set them on a tray, pushing it forward to the impatient woman standing in front of him. " here is your charred animal flesh...would you like salt or ketchup?" He monotoned. The woman grabbed her mouth and ran towards the restroom. Heero growled and pushed the tray aside, where 6 orders sat, discarded by customers made nauseous by Heero's choice of words. All of a sudden a very large muscular man ran up and grabbed Heero by the collar, holding a crushed burger in his hand. " I am unsatisfied with this crap! I demand a refund, this food sucks!" He yelled, looming over the skinny boy. Heero whipped his gun out of his lovely McDonalds pants and shoved it onto the man's nose. " you will eat it and you will like it, or I will eliminate you. Understand?" Heero deadpanned, while the man paled, nodded and hurried away. Heero realized that everyone was looking at him, until he shot his most powerful Death Glare at the restaurant, causing everyone to look away quickly. The only sound was Duo laughing at the ever-entertaining McFlurry machine. The whole crowd ate their food very fast, and rushed out, ending the rush hour. Everyone sighed and relaxed, at least for now...
To Be Continued...(music plays) BUM BUM BAAA!
By Jessica
Disclaimer: Yes, I would love to own the gundams with all their finery, but I don't. I also don't own McDonalds, or Minutemaid, So please don't drag me off to Court!
It was a Monday night at about 5:30, and business was practically nonexistent at the McDonalds where all the Gundam Boys now held a minimum wage job between saving the earth and hiding out. They were all ready for their evening meal rush and so now the almighty manager, Zechs, was making them scrub the interior of the restaurant with toothbrushes and rags. Zechs himself was lounging on a plastic lounge chair sipping a Minutemaid lemonade with his eyes close, the very picture of relaxation.
"Oh, the injustice of slave labor..." Wufei muttered under his breath while he scrubbed a particularly nasty stain on the floor with his little pink toothbrush. "Oh stop your complaining or I will make you scrub the toilets as well...with your hands!" Zechs answered in a superior tone, which made Wufei's neck veins bulge. Nobody else was really working that hard, in fact nobody else was working at all, they were just sitting around and talking while Wufei slaved away. Ever since Wufei had tried to kill Zechs when he told him to make a burger, Zechs had held a grudge against Wufei. Nobody understood why. Suddenly a rush of people crashed through the doors into the spotless McDonalds, tracking mud all over the floor, which previously had been so clean you could fix your hair in the reflection. Wufei was about to cry in rage about the stupidity of the weakling customers when Zechs yelled at him to hurry up and make some fries.
Well, back to the other Gundam Pilots... Trowa was at the Register and everyone else was scurrying around like maniacs, not wanting to displease almighty Zechs.
" I would like a big Mac with everything on it, except for the onions. Well-I don't want tomatoes either, or pickles. Or lettuce. And I want a large fry-no I don't want it super sized-and a medium drink." The woman looked at Trowa, waiting for him to tell her the price. "........" Trowa stared into space, absently taking down the order. " Are you all right...?" the woman asked the dazed-looking boy. He looked up at her with a startled gaze as if just realizing she was there... "Who are you??? Where am I ? Who am I??" He screamed, causing the whole restaurant to look over at the sobbing teenager. " uh, my friend here needs a break..." Duo laughed nervously as he shoved Trowa away from the register and continued to take the orders in a more mentally stable way.
Quatre was carefully placing the orders on the trays and handing the customers the ketchup and fries with a big smile and a "have a nice day" for everyone. He beamed every time someone smiled back or said 'thank you'. Suddenly a very upset man stalked up to the counter and beckoned Quatre to come near. " I specifically said that I didn't want pickles. NO PICKLES! I want a new burger right now, with NO pickles. Think you can handle that?!!" He screamed in Quatre's face. Quatre nodded, buried his face in his hands, and ran from the man sobbing. " Hey. What's the matter, Ketchup?" Duo grabbed him by the arm and questioned. " He...he..didn't like my burger. I'm a failure! After causing so much unhappiness I don't deserve to live!" "Okay...." Duo stared at Quatre. "Maybe you should do the fries for a while..." Quatre nodded in agreement and sniffed as Duo grabbed a burger and smushed it on a tray. " Hey Heero, take over, I'll make the burgers and you hand `em out, kay?" Duo said. He hated interacting with moronic customers, plus he knew that Heero wouldn't take their crap.
Heero grabbed 2 burgers and set them on a tray, pushing it forward to the impatient woman standing in front of him. " here is your charred animal flesh...would you like salt or ketchup?" He monotoned. The woman grabbed her mouth and ran towards the restroom. Heero growled and pushed the tray aside, where 6 orders sat, discarded by customers made nauseous by Heero's choice of words. All of a sudden a very large muscular man ran up and grabbed Heero by the collar, holding a crushed burger in his hand. " I am unsatisfied with this crap! I demand a refund, this food sucks!" He yelled, looming over the skinny boy. Heero whipped his gun out of his lovely McDonalds pants and shoved it onto the man's nose. " you will eat it and you will like it, or I will eliminate you. Understand?" Heero deadpanned, while the man paled, nodded and hurried away. Heero realized that everyone was looking at him, until he shot his most powerful Death Glare at the restaurant, causing everyone to look away quickly. The only sound was Duo laughing at the ever-entertaining McFlurry machine. The whole crowd ate their food very fast, and rushed out, ending the rush hour. Everyone sighed and relaxed, at least for now...
To Be Continued...(music plays) BUM BUM BAAA!