Pixie: MAHAHAHA!! This is perfect! Even Heero could fall for a trap like this.

Malachi: IF it was Relena.

Pixie: *gets an evil gleam in her eye* (dracula accent) You just gave me a vwanderfulll idea, da-lring.

Malachi: Whoo boy...

Pixie: Robot D.T. 01, engage Operation Capture Duo.

Robot: engaging.

Pixie: Good. Now I can go work on the Annoy-Heero 3001! BAWHAHAHAHAHAAA!!

Malachi: You got ahold of another Surge today, didn't you?

Pixie: *sweatdrop* Well...

Malachi: *sigh* I hate it when she's on sugar highs.

Pixie: Which is most of the time anyway. Get used to it.

Malachi: Yeah, I should. The disclaimer in the first chapter applies to all chapters. *pulls out hypnotizing watch* You.... willl.... nooottt..... suue....

Pixie: Okkaaaaayy..... Well, onto Chapter THREEEEE!!



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Total Chaos * Chapter Three
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Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Quatre had gotten bored of the crayons and toddled around, exploring things in the room. He came upon the dishwasher. For a moment, the revving noises scared him. (Don't blame ya Q-man, they scared me when I was little too.) Cautiously, he stood up on his tiptoes and lifted the handle, quieting the dishwasher. He opened the door slowly. Hot steam poured out. The little (and literally, now) blonde giggled as it tickled his face. He remembered this feeling from another object that did almost the same thing (In case you don't know, he's thinking about an oven. Ever opened the door on a dishwasher when it's running or an oven when it's on? You get hit with that same wave of hot air. ^_~). Somewhere, in the back of his brain, it clicked that things with steam cook. Grinning, he began to carefully unload the dishes and gently set them on the counter. (Remember, chibi or not, it's still Quatre.) Well, at least he tried to get them all out. Some of them were too heavy. Chibi-Quatre ran to the refrigerator and pulled out various items. He laid these into the machine's racks. Starting to giggle again, he pushed the shelves back in, shut the door and pushed the handle back down. Immediately, it began to run again. "I'ma goiwng to cwook da' dwinner twonight. I'ma big boy." He chuckled, dashing out of the room.

Heero sighed and mentally cursed the fact that Quatre's mansion was so big and had so many places for two mischievous chibis to hide. Having an idea, he turned to Duo and got down onto his knees so he was face-to-face with the American.
"Duo," he said seriously, "We're going to play a little game."
"A gwame?" Duo's eyes widened in anticipation.
"Yes. We're looking for Trowa and Wufei. If we were playing hide and seek, where would you hide?"
A wide grin spread over Duo's face and he charged out of the room where they were, which happened to be the formal dining room, hardly used unless Quatre had important guests. Heero had to run to keep up with him. "I refuse to have kids." He groaned, trying to keep Duo in sight through the maze of hallways. He heard Duo's footsteps thundering up the stairs in front of him.
So much for the advantage of surprise…
When Heero reached the third floor, Duo was standing in the doorways of one of the rooms, pointing inside silently. It was what they called the "rec room", or den. There were beanbag chairs, video games, a pool table, an air hockey table, a dartboard, a television, two couches, a few directors' chairs, and other fun things. The room was creatively decorated. It seemed that Quatre would get bored with all those sisters, so his dad gave him a room all to his own for amusement. Though Quatre had rarely come up there after his father's death, the other four pilots liked to hang out and relax there after a long mission or such. Duo pointed behind the couch. Heero chuckled in amusement. He could see to little figures crouched between the wall and the sofa. He snuck over to it, and then…
"BBOOO!"
"AAAAAAHHH!!!" Trowa and Wufei jumped into the air. Heero laughed. "Well, hello there. Decided to come out, I see."
"NO BATH." Trowa and Wufei declared together.
Duo giggled. "Me dun want no bwath, weither, Hee-chan." He said.
Heero shook his head. "I didn't say anything about you, Duo. Well, I won't give you a bath, but how about changing out of those paint-covered clothes?"
Trowa and Wufei exchanged glances. "Otay!" they said together.
Heero herded the three chibis down to the hallway where their bedrooms where. They first went into Trowa's. Heero opened the closet door and suddenly realized that the real Trowa's clothes were much too big for the Chibi-Trowa. Heero rubbed the bridge of his nose in thought and turned to the three who were hopping around on the bed, hitting each other with pillows. Where was he going to get clothes to fit them? He couldn't just leave them in those outfits. Then he remembered Quatre had a little sister, about their size. Her room was up on the fifth floor, in the north wing. Heero wrestled the pillows away from them and lead them out to the main hallway. Heero, having another brainstorm, leaned down to 'Chibi-level' once again. "You guys," he said, getting their attention, "We're going to play a game. If you can run all the way to the end of this hallway, and stay there, you get a treat. The first one there gets an extra treat. If you go anywhere besides the end of the hallway, you don't get anything, got it?"
They all nodded.
"Ready? One, two, three!"
Immediately, the pint-sized pilots streaked down the hallway, laughing and babbling to each other. Heero heard shouts of joy from Trowa. He rounded the corner and came to all three, standing at the end, just like he had instructed. At least they follow directions…
"…I won! I won!" Trowa shouted gleefully.
"Does swecond pwace ged anythwing?" Duo asked, defeated look on his face.
Heero chuckled. "Maybe." He answered. "Come on, we still have to get those clothes changed."


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