Disclaimer: I do not own the Thunderbirds. Never have, probably never will.

Author's Note: This little plot bunny came to me and wouldn't go way until I wrote it down. It's set just before the movie. And here it is.

'Gordon!'

Looking up from the book his was reading, Virgil watched as Gordon his younger brother came running out of the house, followed closely by Scott. As he was watching, Scott caught up to Gordon and threw him into the pool.

'What did he do this time?'

Scott looked around startled, spotted Virgil and relaxed. 'The little brat repainted my models.'

'Did not!' Gordon protested from the pool.

'Really? Then who did? Alan?'

'God, don't say that. He's home for spring break tomorrow.'

'And that's bad?'

'It is when he's still trying to get Dad to home school him. And since we know that's not going to happen, he's going to be in a horrible mood.'

'Oh, right. Now Gordon, you still haven't answered. If you didn't do it, who did?'

Shrugging his shoulders, Gordon got out of the pool. 'I don't know, but I wish I did.'

'Why?' Scott asked.

'So I can congratulate them. I have never seen a green Aurora. Whoever did it was a great painter.'

A strange look passed over Scott's face and he turned around to look at Virgil. Only to find that Virgil wasn't there any more. A note was there instead. Gordon followed his sight line. 'Virgil did it?' he picked up the note and read it aloud.

Dear Scott

NEVER CALL MY 'BIRD A BIG GREEN BUG AGAIN. You have been warned.

Same goes for you Gordon.

Virgil

As soon as he finished it, Gordon bust out laughing. Scott shot a glare at him.

'Sorry. I just wondering what he would have done if he heard what you called Thunderbird Two while you were teaching me how to drive it.'

'What? Oh an ugly building on wings?'

An angry cry was hear from upstairs, followed by the sounds of someone running down stairs.

'Got to go.' Scott said, making for the jungle. Virgil was not far behind.

Gordon laughed. 'Only in this family.'

Author's Note: Yes I know it's not really related to anything but it just wouldn't leave me alone. Besides, typing this is better then doing Maths homework. So much better. But since I have finished, I guess I'll better do it. Don't expect to see me for a while; my teacher has no concept of the idea of a social life. Or fun.

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