A/N : I have not yet read the time paradox, so this is set some time after TLC. Please R&R!
Artemis Fowl the yo-yo fiasco Artemis Fowl was concentrating, hard. Not, for once on criminal plots or genius plans but on... counting?
"One, and two, and three, and four, and"
At this point a piercing whistle echoed through the halls of Fowl Manor shattering several windows on its way. This sound caused Artemis to lose concentration and allow the yo-yo to swing back and hit him square between the eyes. Artemis cursed; an intellect such as his should not be knocked about!
Butler, having heard some commotion halfway through his latest romance novel, poked his head round the door."Anything wrong sir?" he enquired tentatively. Artemis vented his anger on his unfortunate manservant."Yes there is something wrong Butler. What's wrong is that this... contraption (Butler looked at the yo-yo nervously. Artemis had said the word 'contraption' with such hate that Butler thought it a miracle the poor thing hadn't spontaneously combusted), is one of the most insane designs known to man! Honestly, the odds of yo-yoing ten times in a row without earlier knowledge of this toy are twenty-five to one and that the word 'yo-yoing' doesn't technically exist! How is one to even talk about it without sounding like an imbecile! What does Juliet think I am, an idiot?"
Butler's younger sister, Juliet, was currently touring Mexico with her wrestling troupe. Every month or so a packager would arrive at Fowl Manor with gifts for Butler, Artemis senior, Angeline, Artemis junior and the two newest additions to the Fowl family, the Twins. The most recent package had contained some footage of Juliet training, for Butler, a wind chime for Artemis parents, two whistles for the twins who, Artemis noted, had been playing with them, and therefore his concentration, for most of the morning. They seemed to have a talent for blowing the whistles at the most inappropriate moments.
Apparently they were playing 'Train drivers,' and it was impossible to stop them, despite Artemis insistences that trains were one of the most of uncomfortable types of transport and that being a train driver was hardly going to be a job option once they were older.Artemis just didn't understand it. At their age he had already discovered two new elements for the Periodic table, constructed his first time machine and 'found' a lost Van Gogh painting, sold it for a nice little package and almost fourteen years later, still no one had noticed anything strange about it. These children however, all they seemed to do was run about the Manor making noise. Yet every time he offered to give them a quick shot of anaesthetic his mother refused, in fact, the last time she had sounded quite annoyed!
A/N : Please review because I have decided not to waste my time writing out the rest of this story if no one likes it. If you don't like it please just say so politely and don't Flame.