The G-boys were lounging around their hotel suite, having been bailed out of prison thanks to Catherine Bloom (using Quatre's platinum card, naturally). Heero and Wufei were decked out in fatigues, and were poring over a map which had all known movie theaters showing the GW flick circled viciously with red Magic Marker. The two were hatching an oh so evil scheme to blow up all said theaters in an effort to stop people from seeing the Gundam Wing movie. Trowa, meanwhile, just stood there blankly, a camouflage soldier's cap plunked over his head, courtesy of Wufei. He was staring off into space, a bottle of mineral water in hand. Duo, meanwhile, was lounging around on the comfy leather couch in his boxers, watching professional wrestling and making as much noise as possible, sounding like a human banshee as he either cheered or booed the wrestlers in the ring. Quatre was still in the shower, scrubbing desperately to get the dirt and dust out of his skin and hair.
"Wah! It's still there!"
Faint wailing could be heard from the showers, before Quatre started his scrub and rinse routine all over again.

Just then, there was the sound of a doorbell ringing, and Trowa got up to answer it. He opened the door...and was promptly run over by a hoard of screaming, giggling girls. Heero and Wufei looked up, startled to see this alien invasion (well, girls are as alien to those two as, um, little weird green space men are to us normal humans), before they were engulfed in a wave of nauseantingly sweet perfume.
"Ooh, I can't believe how cute that movie was!"
"Hey, those guys were right, Heero Yuy does like to shake his moneymaker in Spandex! Look at that picture!"
At this particular statement Heero's eyes widened impossibly, and he turned to glare at Trowa, the one responsible for letting this swarm of girls in. Trowa slowly got up, shoemarks all over his face, while the herd of perfume and hair giggled and squealed its way over to Duo on the couch.
"Aw, are those smiley faces on his boxers?"
While Duo was being fondled by the fat lady and the bearded lady, all eyes turned to glare accusingly at Trowa, who in turn pivoted on his feet to glare at his sister Catherine. The pretty brunette looked guiltily at the floor.
"I happened to rent a copy of the Gundam Wing movie to see why it bothered you so much, and watched it with some of my circus girlfriends. Can I help it if they loved it and wanted to meet the stars?" she defended herself. Catherine and the rest of the G-boys turned to look at Duo, who was struggling to breathe under the mountain of attractive, unattractive, and horrendously unattractive girls, and Catherine sweatdropped.
"Um, as you can see, my friends aren't exactly the shy type," she mumbled, eyes down on the floor. Just then, the tiny redheaded acrobat leaned up and squealed, "Hey, I think one of the cutie pie's in the showers! I can definitely hear the showers running!"
And with that, the group of girls promptly migrated over to the bathroom.
"But Catherine--" Trowa began to say, when his sister cut him off.
"Ta ta, I've got to go see who's the one in the showers," she muttered distractedly, and hurried off to follow the swarm of attractive, unattractive, and horrendously unattractive girls.
"Aw! It's the blonde cutie pie!" a high-pitched voice squealed and giggled happily. The rest of the G-boys cocked their heads to listen. They heard a startled yelp, followed by a girlie scream, and, finally, the thump that signaled a body hitting the floor.

Fifteen minutes later, a terrified Quatre rushed out of the bathroom, clad in only a tiny little hotel towel wrapped around his waist, with the swarm of girls nearly succeeding in tearing his towel off. Angelic face flaming beet red, Quatre picked up a cordless phone in one hand, while keeping his towel at his waist and not around his feet with the other.
"Um...Quatre, what are you doing?" Duo asked in a hushed voice, eyeing the furious-looking blonde with uneasy violet-blue eyes. The other G-boys had stopped to gawk at Quatre as well, looking wary at the look of rage in Quatre's eyes. Wufei could swear that he saw steam shooting out of the ex-pilot's ears as he dialed. Finally, he reached the person he had apparently wanted to contact, as Quatre opened his mouth and began to speak, all the while using his other hand to feebly bat away at the wandering hands that were trying to pinch him for his absolute cuteness.
"Yes, hi," Quatre began in a surprisingly polite voice. "I'm calling to tell you that my friends and I are highly interested in signing a contract for the sequel to the X-Men movie we shot last fall."


~ The End ~

(Or is it? Dun dun dun!)