A/N: Don't you just love 80's music? I want to have some fun! I don't own any rights to the movie mentioned within, just using one of the characters as it fit the story.

You Mess with the Bull, You Get the Horns

Harm stomps into the house with a crying Matthew on one hip, and his other hand is carrying what looks like a bunch of fur.

He marches past his wife, ignoring her crooked eyebrow, and sets Matthew down at the bottom of the stairs. He scolds as he points his finger up the staircase, "Go up to your room, and stay there until I come up. And think about how you are going to apologize to your sister. This is unacceptable behavior, Sailor!"

Harm heads back into the kitchen, dropping the contents in his hand on the counter, as well as the items in his pocket, as he opens the fridge searching for anything that will cool him down a little. He cannot believe his son had the audacity to do such a thing, he knows better than that!

It is then that Mac notices what Harm was carrying in his other hand. It wasn't fur at all, but rather hair. Doll hair to be exact. She examines the pile a little closer and finds that several of Trisha's dolls have been dismembered, or their appendages are bent at odd angles that even plastic pieces shouldn't be shaped to, and a couple of the bodies are wearing heads of other toys. After she watches Harm take several gulps of a bottle of water, she asks, "What in the world happened? I thought you were mowing the lawn?"

Harm groans, "Apparently, your son decided that he needed an army and thought that his sisters' dolls were perfect for playing the part of crawling through the dirt and getting killed instead of his GI Joe Men. I caught him trying to strap one to his remote controlled helicopter, and then picked up the various pieces I could find scattered across the rest of the yard."

Mac scoffs, "My son?"

Harm nods, "Yes. You don't see us Navy guys crawling through the muck and grime on our bellies, do you? That's a Marine and Army thing!"

Mac banters, "Or Navy Seals. I'm sure their Uncle AJ would find flaws in your argument. I'm pretty sure he's crawled through worse things than mud."

Harm cocks his head to the side, acknowledging her point, "Touché, Counselor. I just don't have any idea where Matthew would have gotten this idea in the first place."

Mac bites her lower lip and casts her eyes towards the ceiling.

Harm inquires, "Mac? Do you know something that I don't?"

She sighs, "He might have gotten the idea from Pixar."

Harm furrows his brow, "Just who, or what, is Pixar?"

Mac chuckles, "The Disney group that does computer animation movies. We've watched several of them with the kids."

Nodding, Harm replies, "Oh! You mean like Finding Nemo and Cars?"

Mac nibbles a bit more on her lip, "Yes, but in this case, I think the culprit is Toy Story."

Harm searches through his memory banks trying to place that one, and when he does, he exclaims, "Isn't that the one where the neighbor kid performed operations on his sisters' dolls and fed them to the dog? That kid was a psychopath! I wouldn't let Matthew watch that!"

Mac grimaces, feeling the need to defend herself, "I haven't either! But apparently Jimmy and AJ were watching it over at Harriet's when Matthew was supposed to be napping, and he caught a few parts of it."

Harm groans, "And of course he had to catch the worst part…" He trails off as his eyes catch sight of one of the male dolls.

Mac inquires, "What's the matter, Harm?"

Harm replies, "Is it just me, or does this doll look entirely too much like Agent Dinozzo?"

Mac bends her head, looking the doll over, "That NCIS Agent? Maybe. He bears a slight resemblance. Harm you still aren't holding a grudge over that are you?"

Harm picks up the torso and head of the doll and chucks it in the trash can, "Those guys tried to put me away for murder, of course I am still angry about it!"

Mac shakes her head, "And women are accused of the ones being unable to forgive and forget!"

Harm smirks, "Hey you mess with the bull, you get the horns!"

Mac shakes her head, "I'm going up to talk to Matthew about his behavior. You are in no shape to discuss this with him calmly and rationally. By the way, you owe Trisha a new doll!"

Harm laughs, "No, Matthew owes her a new doll. But the replacement one isn't going to look like any of those guys. She needs role models she can look up to, not ones who skew the truth until it fits their purposes."

Mac argues, "They did end up exonerating you."

Harm relents, "Yes they did, but I still don't like them!"

Mac wraps her arms around her husband, "Go take a cold shower, and simmer down. Then you can take Trisha shopping for dolls that you approve of."

Harm eyes go wide, "You want me to go shopping? At the mall? To look at dolls? What grown man does that type of thing?"

Mac kisses him briefly, "Those that love their daughters and want them to be happy. Suck it up, Flyboy!"

The End