Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds.


"Outrageous! Scandalous! Disgraceful!"

These were the words exploding from Alan's mouth. The aghast tone he was letting them out with filled the entire lounge. The youngest of the Tracy family was sitting in front of the television. He was pointing towards it with a sour look on his face as his older brothers watched him with bewilderment.

"What's the matter, kiddo?" Gordon asked.

"I'll tell you what's the matter!" Alan huffed. "I've just heard some terrible news on TV!"

"What is it?!" Scott asked hastily. "Is someone in trouble and needs International Rescue?"

"It's a wonder John hasn't radioed in to tell us!" Virgil added, glancing at the space monitor's portrait on the wall.

"No, that's not it, fellas!" Alan scowled. "I've just heard my favourite show is being ruined!"

The others stared, astonished to hear what their little brother was grumbling about.

"Is that all?!" Gordon exclaimed.

"What do you mean 'Is that all?!'" Alan averted his glare from the television to his older siblings. "You know how much I love that show!"

"You mean the one that's filmed with puppets, models and miniatures?" Virgil queried. "With lots of pyro techniques?!"

"Yeah, that's the one - or at least it was." Alan turned back towards the television, narrowing his eyes. "They've just announced a new series of that show is coming, but they're going to replace the puppets and models - with CGI!"

"Really?" Scott replied. "Well, ain't that a good thing?"

"A good thing?!" The youngest Tracy brother exploded at the eldest. "How can replacing all that beautiful work with real models on real sets with real explosions - be a good thing?!"

"Because because it's the twenty-first century now?" Virgil suggested. "I mean, it's the year 2065, Alan! Who watches shows with puppets anymore?! At least with CGI, you won't see any strings on the screen."

"You morons! This show has always been known for being made with puppets where you can see the strings! That's part of its charm and timelessness! You mark my words, this CGI revamp will look dated in a few years time!"

"Geez, Alan, you're acting like such a baby!" Gordon rolled his eyes. "Mind you, maybe that's why you love this show! Puppets are for babies after all!"

"That does it!" Alan snapped, instantly to his feet. "That's the last straw! I've had it with you fellas! I'm going to my room to voice my distain about what's happening to this show with my fellow fans! At least they'll understand - not like you tasteless swines!"

Shaking his head over how unfiltered his brothers were, Alan stormed out of the lounge. He headed towards his bedroom, intending to log onto some Internet forums dedicated to his favourite show. He intended to spend the evening sharing how furious he was over its switch of medium with other fans around the world of all ages who enjoyed this beloved programme.

Scott, Virgil and Gordon remained in the lounge. All three of them were baffled over Alan's outburst. They were used to their youngest sibling's short temper, but they'd never seen him as sulky as this before.

"Well, Alan's favourite show may be changing," Scott sighed, "but his attitude certainly isn't."

"This reminds me of when we all went to see the live action movie based on that show," Gordon added. "He wouldn't stop going on about how it got everything wrong."

"Alan's a valuable member of International Rescue," Virgil remarked, "but he's an utter nightmare of a little brother!"


The end.