A/N: Been a while since I done anything, too much work and school. Sigh, this is just a quick little thing, but its one of the few thing I wrote in a long time. I don't think there are any major warnings here... it's basically harmless... I hope.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
"This ain't funny."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm serious; let me down partner."
"No."
"Ya don't and I'll tell Kimiko 'bout the –"
"The time you decided to sleep-wrestle the Dojo equipment in your baby blue donkey underwear? Why yes, I'll be happy to upload that on to the internet and send it to your family. I'm sure Jessie would get a kick out of it and your father… well…" He shrugged helplessly.
"… You wouldn't dare."
"Don't throw stones when you live in a glass house."
"…Who do you think you are?! Master Fung!? Stop trying to be wise!"
Raimundo shrugged again, uncaring.
Clay sighed. "Just let me down, you had your fun."
"No."
"What?"
"I told you not to eat my cookies. And you didn't listen."
"…That is what this is about?"
"They're my sister's famous cookies! I told you not to touch them and you went and ate them! Again!"
"So… this isn't about the Kimiko and they guy from Britain?"
"What?"
"Nuthin'"
"No, you can tell me."
"Nuh-uh."
Raimundo quirked and eyebrow.
Clay attempted to keep a straight face.
"…Look, we'll come back to this subject later. My cookies."
"I didn't eat them."
"Lair."
"I didn't! I wanted to but they were gone faster than cattle when you leave the fence gate open."
"Am I supposed to believe that?'
"It's true!"
"You eat them all the time!"
"They're good!"
"So you admit you ate them."
"No, I tried to eat them. Say it with me; tried. They were gone by the time I got there."
"As if –"
"I telling you, Master Fung, I'm hearing noises down this hallway. Somebody's here." A light voice broke through their argument.
Raimundo and Clay turned and stared at the doorway watching as the rest of their team and Master Fung appeared, in their pajamas.
Omi looked somewhat confused, "Raimundo?" He looked up, "Clay?" His gaze fell back down, "what are you doing up this late?"
Kimiko gapped, "and why is Clay tied to the ceiling?"
Master Fung just shook his head. He should have just gotten a dog then investing in four young trainees; it would have been easier, less of a mess.
"He ate my cookies." Raimundo folded his arms, giving the appearance of a stubborn child.
"I didn't!" hollered Clay.
"Your… cookies?" Omi cocked his head to the side. "They were yours?"
"Oh… Haha… those cookies?" Kimiko blushed pretty, shuffling in her slippers.
Raimundo looked flabbergasted. "It was you two?"
Master Fung coughed, before owning up. "Your sister makes good cookies. It's very hard to come across cookies that good now a days."
Raimundo just stared, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
"I told you." Clay muttered from above.
"Sorry, Rai." Kimiko pulled out her best puppy face, "It just that… they're really good… I couldn't help myself. Next time we'll save a few for you."
"…Right." Raimundo still looked like he was in shock, otherwise he might had notice the fact she implied she would do it again.
"And next time don't jump to conclusions." Master Fung pointed at Clay who dangled from the rafts, "I'll let it slide because it's our fault we didn't admit what we did sooner, but please refrain from tying up teammates."
"Yes, Master Fung." Raimundo grounded out, before being to hover up to untie Clay.
"Right." Master Fung nodded wisely, before leaving being trailed by the other two.
"I told you." Repeated Clay.
"Uh-huh." Raimundo fiddled with the knots, but didn't untie them.
Clay waited and waited. And waited. "Going to let me down?"
"Well… I thought… while we're here… Kimiko and the British guy, right? What was that about, again?"
Clay had half a mind to scream. This night just didn't want to end.
