DISCLAIMER: The leprechaun made me do it.
2nd DISCLAIMER: I am not in any way trying to insinuate that Leo and Cole are gay.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to whoever nominated this fic for an "umm…odd fanfic" award. It won! On a separate note, I am very sorry for anonymous reviewers who have no sense of the ridiculous due to their bitterness at people not reviewing their so-called "good" fics. Let me take this opportunity to say *sticking out my tongue* my fanfic won an award, what did yours do? Honestly, I appreciate your opinions, and as soon as more people tell me that this is NOT funny than tell me it is funny, I'll stop writing it.
More Tea, Ballerina Bunny? Chapter Five
Phoebe took in a deep, ragged breath as she was trying to collect herself. The boys were going to play… house?
"Oh, this is ridiculous," Piper said, resting a hand on her very pregnant tummy. "I'm going to stop them." Phoebe and Paige held her down, and the three of them watched with wide eyes the spectacle in front of them.
"I get to be the Momma this time," Cole insisted. "You're always the Momma, Leo." Leo rolled his eyes.
"Not always," he said.
Piper, Paige, and Phoebe were disturbed.
"Oh! Momma Cole, Momma Cole, will you read me a story?" Cole said, in the bunny's British accent.
"Why, certainly, Ballerina Bunny," Cole replied. Leo wriggled in excitement.
"Me too?" he asked.
"Which story do you want?" Cole asked, smoothing down his apron and tilting his head quizzically to the side.
"Yes, which story, children?" Leo asked, trying to imitate Cole's head tilt, but unfortunately falling over due to the rather inconvenient proportions of his head.
"I meant to do that," he said.
"Of course you did," the Southern kangaroo said. "You're center of mass is no more vertical than it's supposed to be, Momma Leo, and you're head resembles a perfect circle rather than a red fruit."
"Why, thank you, Miss Kanga," Leo said.
"I'm the Momma," Cole reminded Leo, his eyes darkening and an energy ball quivering on the tips of his fingers.
"Yes," Leo said quickly, "you're the Momma, Cole."
"Can we hear the story about the three witches who all loved the tall, dark, and masculine stranger but couldn't come to accept it and therefore vanquished him as a way of releasing sexual tension?" Cole made Leroy Moose ask.
"Why yes," Cole said smiling. "We can. This is a story for everyone. Let me go get Phoebe, Piper, and Paige."
The three sisters almost gasped out loud. The boys knew they were there?
Cole walked over to the table and picked up the stuffed squirrel and the stuffed armadillo. "I found Phoebe and Piper," he called to Leo indicating the corresponding stuffed animals as he spoke, "but I can't find Paige."
"Oh, she's under the leg of my chair," Leo called back. "It was uneven, and she was talking way too much."
Cole tsk-tsked. He picked up from underneath the chair a stuffed skunk, whose white stripe had been colored orange by a magic marker.
"Hey!" the real Paige hissed. Phoebe and Piper both slapped hands over her mouth.
"Bring Chrissy and Prue while you're at it," Leo said as the kangaroo, "please Momma Cole. I know they will appreciate the story and the roundness of Momma Leo's head."
Cole threw an energy bolt in Leo's general direction. "I'm the Momma," he said.
"Yes, Momma Cole," Leo said meekly.
After looking around for a minute, Cole also retrieved Prue, a penguin, and Chrissy Marmot.
"Story time!" he called.
"Oh, Momma Cole," he made Leroy Moose say, "you tell stories in a way that is so distinctly not evil. I just love it!"
TBC (possibly, review for more)… what happens when the stuffed version of the three sisters and "Chrissy" don't like the story Cole tells. Slumber party goodness with the Source.