Wow i can honestly say I am absolutely staggered at the amount of alerts, favourites visitors to this story. Thank you to everyone who has read/alerted/reviewed. It means a lot! The story is a prompt for a challenge on the fanfiction exchange prgramme on Live journal. Visit it to find the other wonderful stories that have been written. Each chapter is slightly shorter as they are the length that fits on Lj.
Disclaimer: The Moppets verse (i believe) is the making of another FF author, ColaKirk. Visit her profile for the wonderful stories!
Enjoy the next installment.
Peter's shock quickly became anger as the security guard held the Disney toy in one hand and Neal's bag in the other. Peter had turned his back to retrieve Mozzie's present before finding Neal, amongst the shelving units, which coincidentally had previously held Disney toys matching the one currently in the security guards hands.
"Look, I'm sure there's been some kind of mistake" Peter's cheeks began to redden as once again he was attracting an audience courtesy of his youngest son.
"The evidence is plain to see here Sir." The security man groused.
"Look, I will pay for the toy and resolve this matter if that is acceptable to you?" At the security guards affirmative nod, Peter took the toy before nudging Neal, (who's sobbing had quietened down during this time) from his shoulder.
"What do you have to say for yourself young man?" Peter firmly spoke to his youngest, making it very clear in his tone he wasn't a happy man.
"I didwent do it dada" Neal spoke the words Peter expected. However Peter didn't expect his son's eyes to look so innocent. Maybe it was the shock of actually getting caught red-handed.
"Not the words I was looking for son!" Peter rebuked his youngest. "Apologise, now young man!"
Neal looked shocked at his father, he always spoke the truth when fixed with that daddy stare, yet here his loyal daddy was taking the side of the nasty man who was holding Winnie the Pooh by the neck!
Realising there was no way to avoid it; Neal mumbled a "sorry" before ducking back onto his father's shoulder. His head was hurting and now his daddy didn't believe him. The poor moppet was more confused then ever!
As Peter paid for the troublesome toy, he couldn't quite shake the mixed feelings in his stomach. Something was not ringing right.
Sighing, Peter placed his now withdrawn moppet into his car seat, before getting into the Taurus and heading home. The promise of an ice cream treat long since abandoned. The further Peter drove the angrier he became, before eventually he found himself outside his house with steam practically shooting from his ears.
Parking quickly, Peter pulled his purchases out of the trunk and grabbed his moppet with the other before storming into the family room. He needed to get to the bottom of this and fast.
