Disclaimer: Please note that this is crack fic. That means that it's satirical and not to be taken seriously. The characters are purposefully slightly out-of-character and the situations are ridiculous. It is meant to be 100% entertainment. I absolutely ADORE Thunderbirds and this is written out of love, not to mock the series. If you'd like something a bit more serious, check out my Thunderbirds Drabbles. I also hope to write more serious (and longer) fics in the future because I really do love this series.

Author's Note: Hello to the Thunderbirds fandom! This is my first try for TB and it's totally ridiculous. I just love the series so much and my beta prompted me to write some crack!fic. So, here you go! Please don't take any of it seriously. Also, feel free to send me prompts and let me know what you like.

I've included two established pairings in this series: Scott/Ned Cook (lovingly referred to as NOTT) and Lady Penelope/Tin-Tin. I don't personally ship NOTT, but I think it's fun, so I've included it in this series.

I dedicate this series to my awesome beta, that-feminist-soprano (you can find her on Tumblr!)

1- A Day in the Life

International Rescue was between missions and Tracy Island was the epitome of tranquility, serene as the calm ocean that surrounded it. Virgil sat in the lounge, happily reading a magazine, when the sound of shouting interrupted the idyllic scene. It started in Jeff's study and traveled toward the lounge. Virgil kept in a noise of disappointment at having his quiet time disturbed.

"Absolutely not!" Jeff said, his heavy eyebrows drawn together in annoyance. Virgil thought that his father looked like he was on the verge of going nuclear and he wondered what had spurred his mood. Scott came in next, shouting back,

"I'm taking Thunderbird One to visit Ned and there's nothing you can do about it!" Scott's fists were curled in frustration at his sides. Jeff looked away from Scott, covering his eyes with a hand for a moment and Virgil knew that Scott was doomed.

Jeff opened his eyes and focused his gaze on Scott once more. Then, he exploded.

"Scott, you are not blowing our cover for THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE. If you dare take Thunderbird One anywhere, you are grounded for a month!"

"Fine!" Scott shot back. "Ground me! Ned is worth it!"

Right then, Gordon appeared in the lounge, drawn by the sound of raised voices.

"Hey, what's going on in here?" he asked. "Do I get to go on a mission?"

"No, you do not," Jeff answered, turning his fury on the younger brother. "Your brother is attempting to hijack Thunderbird One to visit his obnoxious boyfriend."

Scott threw his hands up in the air, exasperated.

"Does no one like Ned?" he asked.

There was silence.

"Fine," Scott said, "I'm going!"

"What?" Gordon asked, back in the conversation. "No fair! Scott always gets to do everything."

Jeff opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Alan's voice broke in.

"Daaaaaaaaad!"

He was obviously down the corridor, but the increasing volume of his voice and the sound of fast footfalls told the men that he was approaching the lounge.

"In here, son!" Jeff called back unnecessarily.

Alan nearly fell through the doorway, breathing hard. His fair complexion was beet red.

"What is it, Al?" Gordon asked, his curiosity obvious.

"It's Tin-Tin!" Alan answered, still trying to catch his breath.

"What now?" Jeff asked and Scott rolled his eyes. Alan gave his brother a look and then turned back to his father, saying,

"Dad, could you please tell Tin-Tin to keep her personal activities to her room? This is the third time this week I walked in on her and Penny making out in the billiard room."

Suddenly the cause of Alan's flushed face was clear to the other men. But Jeff had other priorities.

"Penny is on the island?!" he asked, looking around at his sons. "And no one told me?"

An expression of disappointment joined his anger and he added,

"You're all grounded!"

"But Dad!" Scott whined. "Ned! I haven't seen him in three days!"

"And Tin-Tin!" Alan added. "Is she being punished, too?"

Jeff shook his head.

"Tin-Tin can do whatever she likes wherever she likes," he said. "She's the only one who knows how to make my coffee and if I punish her, I'll be without it for a while. You don't know how spiteful she can be."

The brothers looked at each other at this comment, wondering if their father was finally cracking up.

"And as for Ned," Jeff continued, "he can go a few more days without you, Scott." Then, with an air of finality, he ordered, "Everyone to their rooms, now."

Jeff's voice left no room for argument, so the boys reluctantly trudged toward their rooms. That is, everyone but Virgil. He headed toward his room with a spring in his step, glad to finally be alone with some peace and quiet.