Don't let the twins wake you up!

Summary: Alfred and Matthew have a question. "DAD!"


"Dad!" The twins yelled repeatedly as they ran up the stairs to look for their dad in his study. They went down the hall and entered their father's study.

Arthur had fallen asleep working on some papers for work. The two boys slowly walked to his desk. "Aw, look how quiet and not evil looking he looks, Matt," Alfred said sweetly. "Yeah, it's hard to say he's even dad, eh?" Matthew smiled sweetly. Both stared at him for a while until Alfred said, "I'll get the water guns." Alfred started walking away. "I'll go get the ice cold water." Matthew then said and started to walk away.

Alfred went to the garage and started to look in the Things-the-twins-can't- have-at-the-same-time box. There he found the water guns. "Oh, she's still a beauty," He looked at the bigger of the two water guns. Then he went back upstairs.

Alfred found Matthew in the bathroom. He was holding a bucket with a quarter of ice and turning the cold water. "Found them," Alfred said happily as he entered the bathroom. "Where were they?" Matthew asked as he put the bucket under the running water. "Next to the bow and arrow and the silly string," Alfred sat next to Matthew. "In The Box?" Matthew pulled the bucket out of the water when it was full and turned the water off. "Where else?" Alfred said as he gave a gun to his brother. Matthew just shrugged.

"Should we really be doing this, Al?" Matthew asked suddenly. "Well, we can always wake him up the old fashion way. Hitting him with the heaviest books we can find." Alfred said and started filling up the gun. "Cold, cold, cold, Ai!" Alfred hissed. "Nah, I think it's too mean to hit him with our science books." Matthew said quietly. "We could always warn up his leftovers and let him smell it," Alfred shrugged and took the gun out of the water. Matthew hit him, "Now that's just cruel. Are you trying to kill the man?" Alfred just chuckled, "You can always help me." Matthew gave him a serious look. "I am not bailing you out of jail," Matthew said seriously. "Nah, I was thinking more like you dress up like me and take the blame for it, 'cause that's what bros do, right?" Alfred smiled and Matthew just looked at him. "Wow, Kiku got you deep into that Vocaloid thing, eh?" Matthew said and put his water gun in the bucket. "Naw-aw!" Alfred pouted. "And besides, I've only listened to that song." Alfred smiled. "And Justice Breaker, and Stargazer, and Bad AppleThe World Is Mine…" He then murmured, hoping Matthew didn't hear him. Sadly, Matthew did. When the gun was full, Matthew took it out of the water. After that, he put a hand on Alfred's shoulder, "Just stick with My Little Pony." The twin stood up. "That show is awesome, don't deny it." Alfred glared at Matthew. Matthew just rolled his eyes. "Let's go," Matthew started to walk out of the bathroom.

"How come you didn't react when your hands hit the cold water?" Alfred asked when they were in the hallway. "How come winter is my favourite season?" Matthew said back. Alfred nodded and gave a long, "Okay." After that little chat, they entered their father's study.

"He's still sleeps peacefully," Matthew got closer to the desk and aimed the gun. "Not for long," Alfred aimed his, too. "Hope those aren't important papers," Matthew said. "Ready and…" Alfred waited a moment. "DAD!" Both boys screamed and pulled the trigger of their water guns.

Arthur instantly woke up when the cold water hit his face. He screamed and murmured a bunch of cusses. "Why in heaven's name did you do that for? And why do you have those guns? I thought I confiscated them." Arthur scowled. "Sheez, you accidentally hit Grandma with hot maple syrup, ruining her favorite dress, which made her so mad she gave her ten million dollars inheritance to hobo, and you can't use a water gun? Seems a bit unfair to me, right Matt?" Alfred asked. "Anyways, we woke you up, because we had a math question, and we were too lazy to look for the calculator." Matthew smiled. "But you weren't too lazy to do what you just did?" Arthur asked tiredly. "This is actually fun, dude," Alfred said as a matter of fact. "What's the question?" Arthur sighed and hugged himself because he was cold now. "How much is twelve times thirteen?" The twins gave a huge grin. Arthur face palmed, "Is it so hard to add twelve to one hundred and forty four?" The twins looked at each other.

"Pretty much."


I don't own Vocaloid and MLP.