Merit Badges for Gundams
-JRC
Chapter 1
The Gundams are lounging around a small apartment on the far end of a broken down city district. They are currently on a rather dreary, uneventful mission, which was thankfully coming to a close. Quatra is trying to coax Trowa into a game of "Twister," and not succeeding. Heero and Wu Fei are watching, indifferently, for lack of anything better to do. In the other room, Duo is talking on the telephone.
Duo: Yeah, of course we'll do it. We'd be happy to. Haha, well, I'm not entirely sure if I can speak on behalf of my partners
Duo hangs up the phone and enters the room where the Gundams are lounging.
Duo: (Loudly) Okay, guys, new assignment.
Heero: (Standing up excitedly) Do I get to drive an ambulance?
Duo: No. No you won't. Actually, this isn't really like any mission we've ever done before. It's sort of a…
Quatra: (Interrupting) Will I get to wear a…
Duo: No, don't finish that sentence. Stop interrupting me or I'll sic Deathsythe on the lot of you!
Quatra: (Unheeding)…Cub Scout uniform?
Duo: Actually, (scratching his head) yes.
Wu Fei and Heero exchange frightened glances, both at a loss for words. The only one who managed to find his voice was Trowa.
Trowa: Why exactly are we going to be Cub Scouts?
Duo: Well, why do you guys think?
Trowa stares blankly.
Duo: We're going to do something positive for the community without the aid of our gundams. We're going to be Cub Scouts!
Wu Fei: Why Cub Scouts? Aren't we a little old for that? Why not Boy Scouts?
Duo: Well, that was the original plan, but I didn't think that would be as much fun.
Quatre shrieks and lunges for a nearby lamp. Heero grumbles. Wu Fei puts on a jacket, then takes it off again, then sneezes. All Gundams exit.
Later that day the Gundams gather in a Scouting Supply shop. Quatra comes out of the fitting room.
Quatra: Well? How do I look?
Duo: You know, they sell uniforms in our size, Quatra.
Quatra: (Enflamed) What are you talking about? This is my size!
Duo: Come on, if those shorts were any tighter, Heero's Barbie dolls could wear them.
Heero: (Defensively) they're not Barbie dolls they're Little Princess Girls. No one understands me!
Heero storms out of the shop.
-JRC
Chapter 1
The Gundams are lounging around a small apartment on the far end of a broken down city district. They are currently on a rather dreary, uneventful mission, which was thankfully coming to a close. Quatra is trying to coax Trowa into a game of "Twister," and not succeeding. Heero and Wu Fei are watching, indifferently, for lack of anything better to do. In the other room, Duo is talking on the telephone.
Duo: Yeah, of course we'll do it. We'd be happy to. Haha, well, I'm not entirely sure if I can speak on behalf of my partners
Duo hangs up the phone and enters the room where the Gundams are lounging.
Duo: (Loudly) Okay, guys, new assignment.
Heero: (Standing up excitedly) Do I get to drive an ambulance?
Duo: No. No you won't. Actually, this isn't really like any mission we've ever done before. It's sort of a…
Quatra: (Interrupting) Will I get to wear a…
Duo: No, don't finish that sentence. Stop interrupting me or I'll sic Deathsythe on the lot of you!
Quatra: (Unheeding)…Cub Scout uniform?
Duo: Actually, (scratching his head) yes.
Wu Fei and Heero exchange frightened glances, both at a loss for words. The only one who managed to find his voice was Trowa.
Trowa: Why exactly are we going to be Cub Scouts?
Duo: Well, why do you guys think?
Trowa stares blankly.
Duo: We're going to do something positive for the community without the aid of our gundams. We're going to be Cub Scouts!
Wu Fei: Why Cub Scouts? Aren't we a little old for that? Why not Boy Scouts?
Duo: Well, that was the original plan, but I didn't think that would be as much fun.
Quatre shrieks and lunges for a nearby lamp. Heero grumbles. Wu Fei puts on a jacket, then takes it off again, then sneezes. All Gundams exit.
Later that day the Gundams gather in a Scouting Supply shop. Quatra comes out of the fitting room.
Quatra: Well? How do I look?
Duo: You know, they sell uniforms in our size, Quatra.
Quatra: (Enflamed) What are you talking about? This is my size!
Duo: Come on, if those shorts were any tighter, Heero's Barbie dolls could wear them.
Heero: (Defensively) they're not Barbie dolls they're Little Princess Girls. No one understands me!
Heero storms out of the shop.
