Okies, thanks for all reviews, all of them are much appreciated.

As, expected, I do not own the G-boys, but I own Bob, and Wufei thinks he can steal my sheep off me…¬.¬ The boy shall pay…PAY! PAY I TELL YOU! *gets dragged back to the mattress cell (too cheap to buy proper padded cells…)*

Read this! Review this! Flame this! And make Wufei give Bob back!

WARNINGS: OOC, yaoi/Shounen-ai hints, Sheep, cross-dressing.

Part 3: Trowa's Tutu

Wufei Chang ran down the halls of the safehouse, singing his heart out. "Wufei had a little sheep, little sheep, little sheep, Wufei had a little sheep, and his name was Bob!"

*Meh, meh, meh, meh meh meh meh meh, meh meh meh meh meh meh meh, meh meh meh meh Bob!*

"Wuuuuuuuuuuufei has a little sheep, little sheep, little sheep! Wuuuuuuuuuufeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeei---"

"Wufei will be wearing the little sheep if he doesn't shut up!" Heero Yuy's voice screamed from the kitchen, the perfect solider loosing his cool with the Solitary Dragon.

"Oooo, someone didn't get any last night."             

*Meh* Bob nodded, and followed Wufei down to the kitchen.

Heero was hunched over his laptop, typing furiously. He glared at Wufei over the screen, with an indignant look saying, "I did happen to get some last night, thank you very much."

Wufei's eye twitched.

Duo was sitting on the cabinet asking a poptart the meaning of life, and other stupid questions; "How comes Heero never lets me be on top?" he asked, taking a bite out of the poptart and pouting.

Heero leapt up; "Baka!" He yelled, grabbed his laptop and stormed out of the room.

"Does Heero have PMS, or something?" Quatre said, sipping tea and sitting back in his seat.

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

Everyone stared at Duo, who blinked.

"I swear nobody understands me!" He began to suck on another pop tart, "Mmm, chocolate!"

Wufei sighed, and helped Bob into his chair at the table, before sitting down himself.

"WUFEI! What have I told you about that sheep?! He gets fur--wool in my tea! Its unsanitary!"

Wufei sniffled, "But…but Quatre! Bob is an active part of this family, and I condemn you for discriminating against him! Shame on you Blondie!"

Quatre recoiled backwards, and fell off his chair.

"Har har har! That's so amusing Mister Chocolate!" Duo said, staring at his crumbling pop tart.

Trowa, whose the only one we haven't mentioned so far, so we'll bring him in, cuz this is his ficcie, who was sitting silently at the table, sweatdropped and blinked.

I live in a mad house, he thought, and bolted from the kitchen.

"Troooooooowa, blonde cuddle-snooms fell off his chair, and needs a hand up!" Quatre called. "Troooowa? Trowaaaaaaaaaaa? Trowa. Trowa?! Help me!"

"Hehehehe, yes, that's a good idea, Mister Chocolate!" a few seconds later, Duo dashed out of the kitchen, poptart crumbs covering his face. He pulled the drapes down from the living room window and ran upstairs.

"Duo…what are you--?"

*SLAM* Trowa winced as the sound of the door slamming echoed down the stairs.

"--doing with the drapes?"

Trowa's unanswered question was soon answered when he heard a loud squeal, which sounded suspiciously like Heero, from upstairs.

"Duo!"

Yup, it was Heero.

"Get your hands out of there!"

//.O;; Trowa gulped and decided the best place to be was outside.

"Trowa! Please help your snuggle-bunny up off his butt! Trrrrrrrrrrrrrooooowaaaaa!"

The doorbell rang, and Trowa ran to answer it.

Noin stood at the door, dressed as a post woman, with package in her hand. "Hey, is Trowa Barton here?"

"Noin?"

"OH, hey Trowa!"

Trowa blinked, and decided not to ask, and nodded his head towards the package.

"O, yeah," she dumped it in his arms, "sign here please…" she pointed to the dotted line.

Trowa scrawled his name, and Noin grinned, "Thanks," she turned and walked off, "mwahahaha, now I have his soul…"

Trowa dropped the package on his foot. "Shit!"

"Troooooooooooooooooooowa! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp me!"

*Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh*

"Quatre! You made Bob cry!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"No--"

*Mehhhhh!*

"Shut up Bob!"

*Meh* Bob said sheepishly.

"--I didn't!"

"Yes, you DID!" Wufei stormed out of the kitchen, and went to go upstairs.

"Duo! Get. Your. Hands. Out. Of. There. Now."

"No, sir, no sir! Hehehe, I told Mister Chocolate this was a good idea!"

The black haired boy froze, "Eeeep," he said, eye twitching. "I'll go…out…there," he said pointing at the door, and he ran outside.

"Hi, Wufei! I have a package-y thingy for you! Sign on the dotted line!"

"Okay! It's probably that explorer kit! Now Bob and me can go on the quest for the holy Nataku! Mwahahahahahaha!"

"Ooooooooookies, thanks for that tidbit of info. Wufei."

"Trooooooooooowa! I'm stuck in the chair! My haiiiir is stuck in the chaiiiir!"

Trowa picked up his package, plugged his fingers in his ears, and made for his room.

He flung himself at the door, got inside, and quickly locked it behind him.

"Ehehehe! It must be my new clown outfit that Cathy ordered for me!" He giggled insanely for a short bit, before coughing and looking around.

"Duo…get these drapes off me!"

"No, no, no, have to carry out orders."

Trowa sweatdropped, and opened the package. He pulled out a pink tutu looking thing, with pink fluffy stuff lining the bottom of the skirt thing. He blinked.

"Well, if that's what Cathy ordered me…I may as well try it on!"

***

Duo flopped onto his back, and sighed.

"I owe chocolate my life."

Heero stared at ceiling with a dazed look, wrapped in the living rooms drapes. "Duo-" he croaked.

"Hai, Hee-chan?"

"O mae o korosu."

"Will that be before or after the second round?"

Heero's eyes widened in fright, as Duo pounced and glomped onto his koi.

Suddenly, both boys froze. They heard a bump next door, followed by a floomp.

"Goddamit…grrr."

"Is that Trowa?" Heero asked.

Duo blinked, "What's he doing to Quatre?"

"I'M STUCK IN A GODDAMN CHAIR, FOR ALLAH'S SAKE! SOMEONE GET MY HAIR FREE, NOW!"

"Nothing?"

Boomp, floomp.

"Nyargh!"

***

Trowa was tackling with his new "clown" costume. "Nyargh!" He fell over again, crashing into the wardrobe before falling to the floor.

"This is too bloody tight! I'm gonna kill Cathy!"

The new costume was halfway onto Trowa, and he was struggling to get it past his hips.

After a few more minutes, or hours, Trowa could never be sure, he stood up, arms spread.

"Ta da!"

He looked at himself in the bedroom mirror, "Hmm, maybe I should get one of these for Quatre," he murmured, turning sideways. He grinned.

"I should ask Cathy to get this in a different colour, pink isn't really my thing."

He turned around, to try and see how his butt looked in the outfit.

"Flat as ever," he said nodding. He skipped around the room, and flipped onto the bed. He bounced up and down, doing the odd backflip.

"I'm a ballerina! Lalalala! Ballerina!"

Duo and Heero wondered what Trowa was going on about as they heard bumping noises coming from a room with only one person in it, they looked at each other oddly before Duo smiled evilly and put his hand to his head,

"Orders are orders, no matter what may be going on else where, mwahahaha!"

Heero looked forward with fear.

"Help. Me…Ahhhhhhh!"

***

"Trowa?" Quatre looked around the kitchen. "Damn. Hello? Anyone?" Grumbling the blonde boy, picked up the chair he was stuck in and attempted to hobble out of the kitchen, only to get stuck in the door.

"Oh for…" Quatre mustered up his best glare/pout, and tried to squeeze through the door.

10 minutes later…

"Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Quatre flew about three feet forward and landed on his face. "Damn chair."

***

Trowa gave up admiring his new outfit, and was trying to wiggle out of it. So far, he had successfully accomplished on getting his right arm trapped in the sleeve, and was unable to move it. He was now doing the 'Twist' to get out of it.

"I am so going to have a word with Cathy about this," he grumbled, pulling at the front. Sweat ran off his forehead as he tried time after time to get out of the tutu.

He was having no luck. His right arm was twisted up above his head, and his left was tuggeing at the front at the front of the lycra suit. He was was also hopping around the room, from one foot to another, occasionally tripping over the odd stuffed toy or adandoned shoe.

"Ack," he cried as he went flying once more, landing face first on the bed.

There was a knock at the door.

"Trowa? Let me in! I'm stuck in a chair and I need you to get me out!"

Trowa's eyes went wide… "Errr, can't at the moment, Quatre…I just…argh goddamn lycra!"

***

Quatre stood at the bedroom door, the chair in his hands, his head tilted at a funny angle.

"Hey, Q! Whatsup?" Duo said, bouncing out of his room, his hair all our of place.

"I'm stuck in a GODDAMN CHAIR!"

"Cool!" Duo bounced downstairs to put the drapes back…

Heero came out of the bedroom, his face less somber than usual. He looked almost…happy.

Quatre backed away in fear.

"Trowa! Trowa! Let me in!"

"Noooooo!"

There was a bump against the door as Quatre tired to knock it down, desperately trying to get away from Heero.

"What are you doing in there?! Let me iiiiiiiiiiiiin!"

"I'm…exfoliating! Go away!"

Quatre sweatdropped, Heero blinked, and Duo tripped over the last stair and fell flat on his face.

"Owwwww," the braided boy muttered, wincing.

"And this is an historic discovery for the famous Wufei Chang, and his companion Bob-"

*Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!*

"Okay, okay. -and his fellow explorer, Bob the mostly magnifico sheep! Ah! And what do we have here? A congregation of males, surrounding some sort of…alter. Lets try and communicate."

Wufei, dressed in some sort of explorer outfit (including the hat, and the tacky sandles with socks) waved a Dictaphone in Quatre's face.

"And are you praying to your god for good crops? And what is this thing that ails you?" Wufei pointed to the chair.

Quatre stared blankly at the boy.

"Ah, its seems they do not speak my native tongue…I must improvise and try to communicate."

Suddenly the boy started jumping around like a monkey, and making monkey noises, while still trying to wave the Dictaphone in Quatre's face.

"Arghhhhhhhhh!" Quatre screamed, "let me in Trowa! Let me in! I'm scared!"

"I'm exfoliating Goddamit, go away!"

Bob was busy prodding Heero in the back of the leg, and "writing" down the cobalt-eyed boys reactions.

Heero's eye twitched as the sheep tickled his knee. You could just sense the "O mae o korosu" waiting to burst forth, or for him to kick the sheep away into oblivion.

"Trowa! Trowa!" Quatre bashed his head against the door with each syllable. "Let me in! Trowa!"

"Wow! What an interesting piece of psychology this creature is showing!" Wufei said, screeching into his Dictaphone, "it appears this Trowa has some sort of religious standing. Perhaps this being is their God!"

Duo was on the floor laughing, "Oh, my god Wufei! Can you get anymore pathetic?!"

Wufei turned to Duo, "And this, seems to be the dumber of the species. Maybe he is the outcast here to beg his God for forgiveness and a brain."

Duo burst out laughing, the stopped. "Hey, wait a minute…"

***

Trowa was near tears. Now not only was his arm stuck in the tutu, but so was his head.

"Trooooooooooooooowa!" Quatre moaned outside the door.

"I'm busy!"

Trowa tripped over something on the floor. He tried to leap to his feet, only to find he couldn't get up.

"Tro-WA!"

"Arrrrgh!"

"And the god of the interesting cult seems to be exerting some kind of…stress? Maybe it is some kind of ritual."

Trowa heard sounds of notes being scribbled down.

*Mehhhhh*

"Sod off you little wool ball! Stop poking me Goddamit!" Heero yelled.

More scribbling sounds.

Trowa went back to trying to wriggle out of his costume.

***

Half an hour later…

"Hey, Heero, wanna see my Vegeta power up impression?"

"Sure, why not?"

Duo stood up from leaning against the wall, and started screaming and shouting, his face contorted into a look you would usually see on a constipated person.

Heero rolled his eyes, "Aww, c'mon, I can do better than that!"

"Go on then."

"Don't wanna."

Trowa slumped down against the door, still trapped in his outfit, with both arms strapped to his sides, and his head through one of the arms. "You guys are pathetic."

"Well, at least we're not stuck in a room!"

"And the males seem to be arguing with their god. What a twisted bunch these are! Come Bob, we must continue on our quest for the holy Nataku!"

*MEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!!!! MEEEEEEEEH!*

Both boy and sheep skipped off, explorer kits at the ready.

"Trowaaaaaa, what are you doing in there?!" Quatre had gotten himself more twisted up in the chair after trying to knock Wufei out. He looked completely miserable.

Trowa went back to battling with his outfit, hoping to make the suit stretch. One of his legs was almost out of the leg when he toppled into the door. With a loud crack, the door fell down, and Trowa knocked himself out.

"What the---? O-mi-GOD!" Duo fell over laughing, "oh, my god, he's wearing…oh , my god."

Heero stared at the unconscious 03 for  a moment.

"Now why didn't I ever think of costumes?"

Duo froze, "Eh?"

"Come on Duo!" Heero said, bouncing on his heels, "We're going out!"

Quatre blinked at Trowa, and poked him.

"You said you were exfoliating."

***

"Well, next time, remember to order your-ahem-clothes in the right size, Mr. Barton."

Trowa nodded, and went back to rocking back and forth.

The firefighters handed Quatre the remains of the tutu and the chair, and bid farewell.

Catherine appeared at the door just as the firemen left, she stared at them as they passed her.

"Hey, Quatre! Is Trowa here?" She said jovially, "Its just that the order messed up, and he got my new costume instead of his."

***

…*blinks* Weeeeeeeeell, review and tell me what you think! Onegai?

Well, that was the 3rd part, the next parts are; Duo's Furby and Heero's laptop. THEN, if anyone requests we may do others (like Noin, Zechs, Une…anyone but Relena (it would have to be set before this series, ne?)). But that's a maybe.

As for the relentless Quatre bashing; what can I say? He's funny to bash. XD

~Shi