Boy Scouts?
by Megami
Disclaimer: You know how it goes, blah, blah, blah, I own squat, blah, blah.
A/N: Ok, I was watching the Simpsons when I came up with this, so if it seems familiar somehow, that's where it's from. Enjoy! ^_^
~*~*~ Chapter Two ~*~*~
When Heero got downstairs, he had changed back into his normal outfit and managed to shake off the main effects of the hangover by using the wondrous invention called `Advil' (It works *much* quicker in AC 195).
"Good morning! Sleep well...uh, I guess not. Hey! Ya know what I'm gonna do today? I'm gonna go and quit. What about you, Heero? I'm not asking Wu-man because you never know about him, he might have been perfectly sober last night! ^_^" babbled Duo.
"Maxwell wa baka desu," muttered Wufei.
"Of coarse I'm going to quit. But first I need my coffee" said Heero, glaring at everything. Believe it or not, the perfect soldier was not a morning person. (a/n: neither am I! Hee hee! ^_~)
"OK! So,...ah...where're Trowa and Q-man? I haven't seen them all morning?" asked a cheerful Duo.
Wufei was just about to ask how he had managed to shake the effects of the hangover completely off, without any Advil or coffee (he hadn't let him have anything caffinated) when Quatre walked in.
"Hello everyone! Heero, where's your uniform?" asked Quatre who was honest-to-goodness confused.
"Trash."
"Heero! You only have one! Go get it now!"
"Han?"
"Go get it! Our meeting is at one o'clock today!"
"Um, Quatre, what are you talking about?"
"::exasperated sigh:: The boy scout meeting that you all promised to go to yesterday!"
"Kudos..."
"INJUSTICE!!"
"No."
"Heero, your mission is--" Quatre began.
"Mission denied." Said Heero without even waiting for Quatre to finish. They'd pulled that one on him toooooo many times.
"Kuso! My secret weapon no longer works!"
"Shut up, Maxwell." said Wufei.
Duo stuck his tongue out at him.
"Oh, come on guys, the meeting will be fun! ^_^ Please go?" Quatre put on his everybody-loves-Quatre face and looked everyone in the eye.
"Uh...Quatre..." Duo put up a futile attempt at whining, but it wasn't working. He looked at Wufei and Heero. The look had no effect on either of them.
"No way am I going to a meeting of the weaklings of the world. You couldn't pay me enough money and furthermore--"
Quatre went zero.
"You have to go or I'll..." he went on for a while and by the time he finished, everyone agreed to go, or at least stopped saying (or ranting about how) they won't go. Quatre snapped out of it and left quickly. Trowa followed him to `see if everything was alright' a few minutes later. Everyone else went back to their `normal' lives, trying to forget about ::dun, dun, DUN!!!:: one o'clock that night...
A/N: Sorry so short. The next chapter should be longer, and (hopefully) funnier! ^_^ So, until then, ja ne!!
by Megami
Disclaimer: You know how it goes, blah, blah, blah, I own squat, blah, blah.
A/N: Ok, I was watching the Simpsons when I came up with this, so if it seems familiar somehow, that's where it's from. Enjoy! ^_^
~*~*~ Chapter Two ~*~*~
When Heero got downstairs, he had changed back into his normal outfit and managed to shake off the main effects of the hangover by using the wondrous invention called `Advil' (It works *much* quicker in AC 195).
"Good morning! Sleep well...uh, I guess not. Hey! Ya know what I'm gonna do today? I'm gonna go and quit. What about you, Heero? I'm not asking Wu-man because you never know about him, he might have been perfectly sober last night! ^_^" babbled Duo.
"Maxwell wa baka desu," muttered Wufei.
"Of coarse I'm going to quit. But first I need my coffee" said Heero, glaring at everything. Believe it or not, the perfect soldier was not a morning person. (a/n: neither am I! Hee hee! ^_~)
"OK! So,...ah...where're Trowa and Q-man? I haven't seen them all morning?" asked a cheerful Duo.
Wufei was just about to ask how he had managed to shake the effects of the hangover completely off, without any Advil or coffee (he hadn't let him have anything caffinated) when Quatre walked in.
"Hello everyone! Heero, where's your uniform?" asked Quatre who was honest-to-goodness confused.
"Trash."
"Heero! You only have one! Go get it now!"
"Han?"
"Go get it! Our meeting is at one o'clock today!"
"Um, Quatre, what are you talking about?"
"::exasperated sigh:: The boy scout meeting that you all promised to go to yesterday!"
"Kudos..."
"INJUSTICE!!"
"No."
"Heero, your mission is--" Quatre began.
"Mission denied." Said Heero without even waiting for Quatre to finish. They'd pulled that one on him toooooo many times.
"Kuso! My secret weapon no longer works!"
"Shut up, Maxwell." said Wufei.
Duo stuck his tongue out at him.
"Oh, come on guys, the meeting will be fun! ^_^ Please go?" Quatre put on his everybody-loves-Quatre face and looked everyone in the eye.
"Uh...Quatre..." Duo put up a futile attempt at whining, but it wasn't working. He looked at Wufei and Heero. The look had no effect on either of them.
"No way am I going to a meeting of the weaklings of the world. You couldn't pay me enough money and furthermore--"
Quatre went zero.
"You have to go or I'll..." he went on for a while and by the time he finished, everyone agreed to go, or at least stopped saying (or ranting about how) they won't go. Quatre snapped out of it and left quickly. Trowa followed him to `see if everything was alright' a few minutes later. Everyone else went back to their `normal' lives, trying to forget about ::dun, dun, DUN!!!:: one o'clock that night...
A/N: Sorry so short. The next chapter should be longer, and (hopefully) funnier! ^_^ So, until then, ja ne!!