Title: The Little Rascles
Genre:Humour/Parody
Author: Scullee
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Even though I wish I was Chris Carter, I am not. Therfore, I don't own the X Files. Even though I still wish I did. But I don't. I don't own the Little Rascles either. Come to think of it, I don't own much of anything. So please stop reading this pointless, yet interesting disclaimer, and read my story!! HeeHee. (I don't own the Woman Hater's Club either)
As 7 year old Fox Mulder sat by his favourite fishing spot, he took a bite of the tuna sandwich that his mother had made for him. He felt a tug on his pole, but didn't pay attention to it. The only thing that wasn't on his mind was catching a fish. He sat there, humming a showtune to himself, wondering how to tell his buddies that he was in love.
The girl--no-- ' woman ' as he liked to call her was Dana Scully. As he always told her, she was more beeeutiful than the morning glories opening up, revealing themsleves to the light.
She would always then say "Oh Fox, your sooooo charming!" and she would kiss him on the cheek. Then he would turn a bright redish colour.
You see, Fox belonged to a club called The Woman Haters Club. The other boys that were in it were his friends, Johnny Doggett, Alex Krychek, some kid that never talked, and the Lone Gunboys; Langly, Byers, and Frohike.
Dana didn't know that Fox belonged to such a club. Sure, she had heard about it, but she was glad that her boyfriend, Fox, didn't participate in this silly club. Her best friends Leyla Harrison and Monica Reyes each liked one of the boys in the club as well. Monica liked Johnny and Leyla liked Byers.
Fox finished his sandwich and threw his fishing pole made of sticks into the water. He had to go see Dana. He longed for her soft, red hair, and her beautiful white teeth! As he pulled up on his bike to her house, he saw her sitting on the front porch, playing with her new puppy, Dott.
She looked up and saw him. She smiled really big. "Now you stay here, Dott, I have to go say hello to my boyfriend, Fox! I don't want you making trouble!" she told her little tan dog.
"Hello Fox!" Dana yelled, waving at him and running at him at the same time. When she got there she kissed him on the cheek. Again he blushed.
"Dana," Fox said, "we need to talk. About us."
"Oh, Fox! Is there another woman?"
"Oh no, my love, you're the only one for me!"
"You're so sweet! That's why I love you! You said you needed to talk?"
"Yes."
"Well, come on up to my porch, we can talk over Kool-Aid!"
