The Muffin Man...
By: Solitary Dragon
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War waged on but for now the gentle lull of sleep tugged at Wufei's tired mind and he knew it would only be a few minutes more...
A loud crash issued forth in the darkness as Wufei bolted upright. Sweat clung to his brow as he dashed from the bed. That damned American fool, was always at the bottom of any commotion. Had he no reverence for those who wished to sleep! Dashing down the now blackened staircase highlighted briefly with gray; the braided baka was nowhere in sight. Surveying his surroundings he soon realized this was not the safe house...The glaring cat clock tick echoed through the halls as he gained a grasp of his surroundings.
Into the kitchen he drifted hoping to see a familiar face perched over the stove making breakfast but instead of Trowa. There stood a starched dressed woman, gray curls done in a post 70's hair style, but there was something vitally wrong with this picture...EVERYTHING WAS GRAY!! THE CURTAINS!! THE WOMAN'S FLORAL PRINT DRESS!!
The Refrigerator magnets...
Too stunned to speak he lunged for the front door, as his hand fastened around the gleaming grayish knob colors faded as he found himself in an...
"AN ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!" Wufei yelled.
Correction my aggravated Chinese friend it's the Muffin Van...DO YOU THE MUFFIN MAN? THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN. DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN? DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN??? WELL DO Yah the man chorused.
"NO I DON'T KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN ....NO MUFFINS NO MUFFFINSssssssss!!! Don't know the muffin man! I DON'T KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN!!!" Wufei screamed, yelped clawed at his infernal starch uniform, his starch wife no doubt had prepared...He shouted at the top of his lungs but...
Entangled in soaked sheets, Wufei drowned in aqua eyes as Duo looked down on him, Wufei's shoulders held in a tight grasp as the eye contact was not broken.
"He lives on Blueberry Street." Was all that was uttered from the American's parted lips as an evil grin etched itself onto his face.
"What?" Wufei croaked still very much disoriented...if that were possible for and oriental boy. Sleep still lagged at his brain as he tried to catch what Duo was muttering about.
"YES! I KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN! THE MUFFIN MAN! THE MUFFIN MAN! YES! I KNOW THE MUFFIN HE LIVES ON BLUEBERRY STREET!!!!!!
"NOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo*gasp oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
!!!!!!
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Yes very lame indeed but I just had to do it...Do you know the muffin man?
Sorry about the paragraphs but FF.net messes up my spacing...I wonder if Black Spandex has the same problem...Go read that too...that one was actually funny (What's up Fanfiction.Net??)
By: Solitary Dragon
_____________
War waged on but for now the gentle lull of sleep tugged at Wufei's tired mind and he knew it would only be a few minutes more...
A loud crash issued forth in the darkness as Wufei bolted upright. Sweat clung to his brow as he dashed from the bed. That damned American fool, was always at the bottom of any commotion. Had he no reverence for those who wished to sleep! Dashing down the now blackened staircase highlighted briefly with gray; the braided baka was nowhere in sight. Surveying his surroundings he soon realized this was not the safe house...The glaring cat clock tick echoed through the halls as he gained a grasp of his surroundings.
Into the kitchen he drifted hoping to see a familiar face perched over the stove making breakfast but instead of Trowa. There stood a starched dressed woman, gray curls done in a post 70's hair style, but there was something vitally wrong with this picture...EVERYTHING WAS GRAY!! THE CURTAINS!! THE WOMAN'S FLORAL PRINT DRESS!!
The Refrigerator magnets...
Too stunned to speak he lunged for the front door, as his hand fastened around the gleaming grayish knob colors faded as he found himself in an...
"AN ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!" Wufei yelled.
Correction my aggravated Chinese friend it's the Muffin Van...DO YOU THE MUFFIN MAN? THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN. DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN? DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN??? WELL DO Yah the man chorused.
"NO I DON'T KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN ....NO MUFFINS NO MUFFFINSssssssss!!! Don't know the muffin man! I DON'T KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN!!!" Wufei screamed, yelped clawed at his infernal starch uniform, his starch wife no doubt had prepared...He shouted at the top of his lungs but...
Entangled in soaked sheets, Wufei drowned in aqua eyes as Duo looked down on him, Wufei's shoulders held in a tight grasp as the eye contact was not broken.
"He lives on Blueberry Street." Was all that was uttered from the American's parted lips as an evil grin etched itself onto his face.
"What?" Wufei croaked still very much disoriented...if that were possible for and oriental boy. Sleep still lagged at his brain as he tried to catch what Duo was muttering about.
"YES! I KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN! THE MUFFIN MAN! THE MUFFIN MAN! YES! I KNOW THE MUFFIN HE LIVES ON BLUEBERRY STREET!!!!!!
"NOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo*gasp oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
!!!!!!
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Yes very lame indeed but I just had to do it...Do you know the muffin man?
Sorry about the paragraphs but FF.net messes up my spacing...I wonder if Black Spandex has the same problem...Go read that too...that one was actually funny (What's up Fanfiction.Net??)