Ahaha! I wrote another part ^_^ I didn't think I would. Well, this is Quatre's Twisted Little Fic.  Beware of talking stuffed toys and a decaffeinated Quatre (eeek!  Everyone run!).  Okie, thank you to those people who reviewed.

NOTE: All character bashing is intentional…but only in the name of humour

PAIRINGS: The usual 1+2+1, and 3+4+3.

DISCLAIMER: We own Bob! Bob is ours! And we own Wufei's outfit for this erm…episode…yeah. We also own "Squishy's Stuffed Toys Co."! Mwahaha…Whoa, we own quite a lot o.O. But, waaaaaaaa, G-boyz--they ain't ours.

Part 2: Quatre's Tea

All was quiet in the insane asylum…no wait, wrong house.

All was quiet in the safe house.  There were no sounds of sleeping sheep coming from Wufei's room, or any justice ramblings at that.  No bumping and thumping noises coming from Heero and Duo's bedroom.  There was a small snoring noise coming from Quatre and Trowa's room, but otherwise all was quiet.  Maybe a little too quiet for this safe house, where five mentally unstable, ex-pilots…erm, ah, ignore that. Anyway, it was quiet.

Quatre Reberba Winner was dreaming of fluffy pink clouds and a picnic in the sun, with his koi Trowa.  He snored away, not knowing what would happen when he woke up.

And then, he did…wake up that is.  The safe house was now totally silent.

Sleepily, the blonde boy rubbed his eyes and stretched out in the huge double bed.  He frowned when he noticed Trowa wasn't beside him.

"Trowa?" He looked around and noticed the silence. "Trowa?"  He got out of bed and almost fell over…Trowa usually brought him a cup of tea in the mornings to help wake him up.  Quatre groaned, he couldn't function without a cup of tea to start his day.

"Trowa?" He called, with no response, "Heero? Duo? Wufei?" he called.

'Aha!' he thought.

"Bob?!" Quatre yelled, seeing if Wufei's new sheep was there. No reply. "Tea?"

Quatre started to sob; in hope someone would bring him some tea.  No one came.  Staggering to his feet, he fell down the stairs-"Ow, OO! OWWWWW!"-and into the kitchen and took a hazy look around.

Now where did they keep the teabags?  Or the milk?  Or the teacups? He collapsed in exhaustion at the thoughts. "Teeeeea."

Groaning again, he got up and reached for the kettle, filling it with water and putting it on boil. Five minutes later---

"Grrrrr…boil," Quatre's blue eyes glared at the cold kettle. He noticed the plug hanging over the edge of the counter, a few feet away. He reached for it, slipped and fell on his face, "Ow. Gnrrrr, can't reach--" he waved his hands around above him, failing to reach the plug.

"Nrrrr, smeg." His arms flopped to his sides. Getting on all fours, he started crawling towards the back door.

BANG!

"Owwww."

BANG!

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."

BANG!

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Move," in his caffeine-less state, her glared at the glass back door, "move."

BANG!

"Arrrr." He attempted Heero's death glare, only succeeding to pout. He crawled into the door again.

'Why won't this invisible force field switch off?'

He turned back, and crawled up onto the counter, opened the kitchens window, and slithered out.

BUMP. "Ow."

He got back on his hands and knees, and began on his way to the shed.

He grabbed the broom leaning against the door and turned back to the house. Falling back on his butt, he threw stones at the door.

Boomp…the stone flew back on hit him in the face. He fell backwards, feet in the air. He lay there for a while, watching the pretty birdies and clouds float above him. "Teaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

After ten minutes he got up and back on his hands and knees, and crawled into the door a couple of times, he managed to figure out how to open it and went back to making his tea. Using the broom, he poked the plug back into the socket and waited for the kettle to boil.

"YAY!" He cheered from the floor, as the now boiled kettle clicked off. He reached for the broom, and poked at the kettle to pick it up. "Grrr *poke* *pokepoke*." The kettle wouldn't move, so Quatre shoved the broom into it, causing the water to fly everywhere.

"Oh shi---bugger." Not bothered, Quatre grabbed the tea bags and milk (hey, where'd they come from…I thought I'd--errr…) and chucked them in the water, prodding the tea bag with a fork. Totally out of his mind from caffeine depravation, Quatre lapped up the odd "tea" mixture from where it was. The floor.

*

"What to do, what to do?" A newly revived Quatre asked a close by fluffy toy. Quatre stared at the teddy for a while before smiling widely. "Fluffy toy shopping!" Quatre jumped up from the kitchen floor and ran out the front door.

Quatre walked into "Squishy's Stuffed Toys Co." and began searching for the new Raggy Gaggy Gal (Raggy Gaggy? Where'd that come from?).

"Raggy Gaggy! There you are!" He said pointing ecstatically to a pile of boxes. "Raggy Gaggy, Raggy Gaggy!" Quatre ran over to the boxes. "Want one! Want one! Want one!" Quatre franticly tried grabbing at the top toy, but failed miserably, so he pulled one from the bottom causing the toys to avalanche all over the floor. Quatre tried running for his life and pushed over a shelf in the process which, unfortunately for Quatre, knocked down another shelf and another shelf, and several others after that. People ran from the store screaming while Quatre was squashed up against the glass face first staring at the passers by while being painfully crushed by, what looked like, very friendly and co-operative toys. Just then Quatre saw Trowa go past the window.

"Trowa!" He called the best he could with his mouth slightly misplaced to one side. "Trowa!"

"Hmm?" Trowa turned and looked at the crushed boy unable to move. He stared for a while before a brilliant idea popped in his head.

"I should get that for Quatre one of these days, though he might be offended. Oh well." Trowa turned and carried on walking down the road.

"Trowa? Where are going Trowa? Can't you see I need help? Trowa, come back!" tears began to trickle down the boys face. "Come back!" Just as Quatre thought things couldn't get any worse (like you'd really think that in this situation), a soft arm began moving its way round Quatre's neck and the little pink monkey pulled Quatre further into the tidal wave of toys…

*

"Hey Duo, Heero, couch." Trowa muttered, dropping his keys on the table.

"Nrrr," Duo mumbled in reply, before going back to making out with Heero.

"Hey Wufei…Wufei?"  Trowa sweatdropped at the sight in the kitchen. Wufei. In a maids outfit (Bob the sheep was wearing a little sheep-sized one). Cleaning the kitchen.

"Wu---fei?"

"What is it Barton?"

"Nothing. You just…continue…whatever it is you're doing." Trowa turned on his heel and ran out of the kitchen.

*MEEEEEEEEEEEEH!* Bob cried, nodding his little head in distaste.

Trowa ran into the living room, flipped over the back of the couch (narrowly missing the pile that was Heero and Duo) and fell into an armchair.

"Hey guys---err never mind." Trowa whistled a tune to himself, eventually starting to sing; "Hey, hey are you ready to play, it's time to come and stay with the Tweenies--"

"Owww, Heero your knee is right in my b-Oh, hi Trowa!" Duo said, untangling himself from Heero and smiling. Heero pushed Duo off the couch, an odd glint in his eye.

Trowa sweatdropped, "Hey, have you guys seen Quatre?"

"Nope, nope, nope, no---HEERO PUT THOSE HANDCUFFS AWAY---OWW…LET GO OF MY BRAID…HEERO--H-HEERO!"

//.O Trowa watched as Heero drag Duo up the stairs, laughing like a maniac.

"Goddamit Heero---" Duo's voice faded into the background, and a door slammed.

"The hills are aliiiiiiiiive with the sound of music…with songs they have sung for a thousand years," Wufei's high pitched singing floated out from the kitchen, and Trowa had a sneaky suspicion he was dancing with the mop.

*MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!*

"Oh, your doing great Bob!"

"Quatre? Where the hell are you?" Trowa gasped, sending a silent prayer for Wufei to get some friends.

The doorbell rang, and Trowa leapt for the door.

A policeman stood outside. Quatre was with him. And for some odd reason, a little pink monkey sat on the blonde boys shoulder.

"Good afternoon, the young fellow here gave me this address. Are you his father?"

"Fa---ther?"

"Oh….HEEEEEEEEEEEEERO!" *Bang*

The police officer raised an eyebrow, and checked his notepad, "I do have the right house don't I?"

Wufei ran past, Bob following, both boy and sheep taking off up the stairs, "I didn't do it!" Wufei yelled.

"Err---Wufei! Get yourself decent!" Trowa yelled, and in response the maids outfit was hurled down the stairs and landed on his head.

The police officers eyes got wider, "This is the environment your son lives in?"

"I'll be right with you," Trowa muttered, slamming the door, and throwing the dress on the floor. He opened the door again, "And Quatre's not my son!"

He slammed the door again, "Wufei! Get some pants on! Bob…just…whatever. Heero, Duo, shut the hell up with all the banging, save it for later!" Pasting a smile on his face, he opened the door, again. The police officers nose was dripping blood, and Quatre was crying.

"Oh, it was so awful Trowa! And you just left me there! Left me there!" Quatre wailed, running into the house.

Trowa blinked and turned back to the police officer, who was hurrying back to his car.

*MEEEEEEEEEH!* Bob appeared by Trowa's leg to wave the car off.

*

::3 nights later::

"And pull!"

"Arrrghh, Trowa its just holding on tighter!"

"Well, I don't know what to do then Quatre. It won't budge."

"Shoot it off," offered Heero.

Quatre choked, "I don't like it! I wanted a Raggy Gaggy doll! Rag-gy Gag-gy! Not some stupid little pink monkey!" He made a feeble attempt to pull the toy off, "Get off! Move." It curled up on his shoulder.

Quatre sniffled, and got big Chibi teary eyes.

"Maybe butter could get it off!" Wufei suggested.

*Meh.* Bob agreed.

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*runs away from Quatre fans* don't hurt me!! *knows she's gonna get killed ^^;*

Okay, review!

Next part: Trowa's Tutu-- extra mayhem, and more Bob! Oh, and any suggestions for insanity?