The A-Team's Day Off: The Case of the Cereal Killers

By: Blizzard Wizard and Drawoc
Rating: PG
Description: The A-Team tries to have a day off, but when Wendell, the famed Cinnamon Toast mascot, hires them for a job, they must put their vacation on hold.
Disclaimer: I do not own the A-Team, nor Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or anything else we might throw into this story, like Monty Python or other random stuff. We own the Mystical Cactus and ourselves. We don't own GMC, BMW, or Banana Boat Aloe After Sun Lotion. Thank you, please don't sue us!

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Prologue

"I love it when a plan comes together!"

Another successful mission for the A-Team had just come to an end. They had just helped Fred Frump, their recent client, get his cheese back from a group of hoodlums who hijacked Fred Frump's cheese business and used his cheese to smuggle drugs across the border. They had subdued the villains using a crazy contraption they had built out of cheese grinding components while stuck in a warehouse that their captors had unknowingly locked them into. Cause you never ever EVER lock the A-Team in a warehouse full of supplies.

"How can I ever repay you?" Fred Frump, head of the NCS (National Cheese Supply), asked, eager to reimburse his saviors. 

"Well…" Face started to say and pulled out a notebook. Hannibal stood in the background smiling, with a cigar in his mouth. Murdock was just standing there looking over Face's shoulder at the notebook. B.A. was sitting in the driver seat of his van, waiting to go.

"With the cost of airfare, ammunition, car repairs, boarding, medical bills…" As Face continued on his list of expenses, Fred Frump looked increasingly uncomfortable. "It comes to… $34,567.87," Face concluded and smiled.

Fred Frump blinked and shifted around uneasily. "Um… can I send you a bill?"

Face looked disappointed and frowned. He looked at Hannibal, "What do you think?"

Hannibal pulled the cigar out of his mouth and said, "Can't you just write us a check?"

Fred Frump sighed wearily and pulled out his checkbook. He scribbled on the paper and then handed it to Face. Face looked down at the check and grinned.

"Thank you, this will do just fine," Face stated and put the check in his wallet.

The A-Team piled into the van. Then when Hannibal gave the order, "Let's go, B.A." The van took off towards the horizon. Fred Frump was left, staring at the departing van, shaking his head.

TBC…

A/N: There were some inside jokes from our previous Day Off adventures. J