Hello all! This is my first Humor fic so be nice.
Disclaimer: Well, at first, I thought it would be kewl to say something like: I know the person who draws these cartoons! or My father owns Gundam Wing! But I'll just settle for this: I just like it. I don't own anything....
It was a cold winter day, and for no real reason, Quatre and Duo were walking along the streets of a busy shopping mall.
Duo: ::bouncing up and down:: Where is it?! Where where where?!
Quatre:: ::looking embarassed:: Duo, stop gyrating! ::Duo gyrates faster::
Duo: Where?! Where?!?
Quatre: ::sigh:: Alright, we'll keep walking; maybe you'll find what you're looking for.
The two pilots continue to down the sidewalk. Suddenly, somehing pink catches Quatre's attention.
Quatre: ::wheels around and eyes go all big and sparkly:: A LISA FRANK STORE!!!
Duo: ::stops gyrating for a moment and turns to look at Quatre w/ a question mark above his head:: Wha?
Quatre: ::grabs Duo's arm and races across street:: OH! I wanna go in! I wanna! Can we?!
Duo: Don't even THINK about it...::shudder:: It's PINK...
Quatre: Look! A kitty! ::stares at pink frilly stuffed animal while Duo shakes head::
Duo: There is NO way I'm going in there.
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Duo: ::In an 'I knew it was gonna happen somehow' voice:: I CAN'T believe I'm in here.
Quatre: ::eyes now permanently dialated:: LOOK! Bed sheets! Candy! KITTIES! ::girlish scream:: A PUPPY DAIRY!
Duo: ... ::backs away::
Quatre: ::grabs a ton of pink things and shoves them at the butler::
Butler: ::mumbles:: How come I'm stuck with Mr. Gay Rich Kid?
Duo: Uh, Quatre, you already have those gel pens...and those markers....AND THE NAIL POLISH! People are STARING!
Quatre: Let them stare! I bet they don't have pony bed sheets!
Duo: I don't think they WANT pony bed sheets...::sinks into overly large puffy pants so people won't stare:: (A/N: Ironic, that Duo's embarassed...)
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Quatre: ::bouncing happily as they leave store w/ the butler struggling behind them with a load of pink shopping bags::
Duo: ::sweatdrops::
Quatre: Now, where did *you* wanna go?
Duo: It's not impor---::stops as he sees the store of his dreams:: LOOOOOOK! THE TIE STORE!
Quatre: ::look of terror on face:: Um, Duo? Maybe we *should* go...::coughs as Duo's dust blows into his face:: ::sigh:: Alright. Alonzo, take my bags to the car.
Quatre walks over to the store where Duo is staring into, drooling on the sidewalk.
Quatre: Well? Aren't you going in?
Duo: ::digging through his puffy pockets::.....AHH! I don't have any money!!!
Quatre: ::in a fast voice:: Oh well, too bad. Alonzo! ::turns toward the parking lot:: Bring the car around!
Duo: ::light bulb appears above head:: Hey, Quatre! Can you spare a $50?
Quatre: ::muttering hurriedly:: Car, car...where's the CAR?
Duo: ::stads up and puts on pleading face:: Puh-lease?
Quatre: ::steps away from Duo and continues to look for his car and butler:: Car, car, car...CAR!
Duo: ::bows head:: PLEASE?!?!?
Quatre: ::sighs as he sees the butler's not coming::...::deep terrified breath:: ::winces:: Alright...
Duo: WAHOOO! ::grabs Quatre's arm and yanks him into the tie store:: Lemme show you the ones I want!!
Quatre: I've got a bad feeling in the pit of my wallet...
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Duo: ::hums with barely compressed happiness as Alonzo grumbles while shoving thousands of boxes into the trunk::
Quatre:....Well....there goes my new swimming pool...and the satelite...and my allowance for the next decade...and-::sobb:: the Pony bed sheets will have to go back..::wipes away tears:: Come on, Duo. Let's go. ::climbs into car while stiffling another sobb::
Duo: ::not noticing any of this and says happily:: Next time I'll show you the pants store!
Quatre: ::presses face and hands despiratly agianst the window:: NOOOOOO!!!!
Disclaimer: Well, at first, I thought it would be kewl to say something like: I know the person who draws these cartoons! or My father owns Gundam Wing! But I'll just settle for this: I just like it. I don't own anything....
It was a cold winter day, and for no real reason, Quatre and Duo were walking along the streets of a busy shopping mall.
Duo: ::bouncing up and down:: Where is it?! Where where where?!
Quatre:: ::looking embarassed:: Duo, stop gyrating! ::Duo gyrates faster::
Duo: Where?! Where?!?
Quatre: ::sigh:: Alright, we'll keep walking; maybe you'll find what you're looking for.
The two pilots continue to down the sidewalk. Suddenly, somehing pink catches Quatre's attention.
Quatre: ::wheels around and eyes go all big and sparkly:: A LISA FRANK STORE!!!
Duo: ::stops gyrating for a moment and turns to look at Quatre w/ a question mark above his head:: Wha?
Quatre: ::grabs Duo's arm and races across street:: OH! I wanna go in! I wanna! Can we?!
Duo: Don't even THINK about it...::shudder:: It's PINK...
Quatre: Look! A kitty! ::stares at pink frilly stuffed animal while Duo shakes head::
Duo: There is NO way I'm going in there.
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Duo: ::In an 'I knew it was gonna happen somehow' voice:: I CAN'T believe I'm in here.
Quatre: ::eyes now permanently dialated:: LOOK! Bed sheets! Candy! KITTIES! ::girlish scream:: A PUPPY DAIRY!
Duo: ... ::backs away::
Quatre: ::grabs a ton of pink things and shoves them at the butler::
Butler: ::mumbles:: How come I'm stuck with Mr. Gay Rich Kid?
Duo: Uh, Quatre, you already have those gel pens...and those markers....AND THE NAIL POLISH! People are STARING!
Quatre: Let them stare! I bet they don't have pony bed sheets!
Duo: I don't think they WANT pony bed sheets...::sinks into overly large puffy pants so people won't stare:: (A/N: Ironic, that Duo's embarassed...)
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Quatre: ::bouncing happily as they leave store w/ the butler struggling behind them with a load of pink shopping bags::
Duo: ::sweatdrops::
Quatre: Now, where did *you* wanna go?
Duo: It's not impor---::stops as he sees the store of his dreams:: LOOOOOOK! THE TIE STORE!
Quatre: ::look of terror on face:: Um, Duo? Maybe we *should* go...::coughs as Duo's dust blows into his face:: ::sigh:: Alright. Alonzo, take my bags to the car.
Quatre walks over to the store where Duo is staring into, drooling on the sidewalk.
Quatre: Well? Aren't you going in?
Duo: ::digging through his puffy pockets::.....AHH! I don't have any money!!!
Quatre: ::in a fast voice:: Oh well, too bad. Alonzo! ::turns toward the parking lot:: Bring the car around!
Duo: ::light bulb appears above head:: Hey, Quatre! Can you spare a $50?
Quatre: ::muttering hurriedly:: Car, car...where's the CAR?
Duo: ::stads up and puts on pleading face:: Puh-lease?
Quatre: ::steps away from Duo and continues to look for his car and butler:: Car, car, car...CAR!
Duo: ::bows head:: PLEASE?!?!?
Quatre: ::sighs as he sees the butler's not coming::...::deep terrified breath:: ::winces:: Alright...
Duo: WAHOOO! ::grabs Quatre's arm and yanks him into the tie store:: Lemme show you the ones I want!!
Quatre: I've got a bad feeling in the pit of my wallet...
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Duo: ::hums with barely compressed happiness as Alonzo grumbles while shoving thousands of boxes into the trunk::
Quatre:....Well....there goes my new swimming pool...and the satelite...and my allowance for the next decade...and-::sobb:: the Pony bed sheets will have to go back..::wipes away tears:: Come on, Duo. Let's go. ::climbs into car while stiffling another sobb::
Duo: ::not noticing any of this and says happily:: Next time I'll show you the pants store!
Quatre: ::presses face and hands despiratly agianst the window:: NOOOOOO!!!!