Are We There Yet

Chapter Five: Where's Waldo?

So…here we are again, in the Winner Mansion. Even after the car incident, the Questioning, the Marshmallow and the Pie, Duo is still overly curious…and he's been digging under his bed again…

Everything was eerily quiet today. Trowa reading a book, Quatre playing Dragon Ball Z Budokai (on his new PS2, even), and Wufei grumbling over his model kits again. Heero was typing on that little laptop we all know and love, but Duo wasn't there! It was actually quiet!

"Where's Duo today?" Quatre asked while Radditz wailed on little Krillin (him).

"Stuff," Heero replied, continuing his typing. "I called a while ago; he said he was cleaning his room."

"Oh no. Whatever it is he finds in there, he'd better not bring it here."

"…"

"What did Trowa say?"

Wufei shrugged. "We need Duo to translate him for us."

Suddenly the door flew open. Speak of the devil, there's Duo, with a big book in his hand, and he shouted with his head held high, "WHERE'S WALDO!!!"

"What?"

"What's he talking about?" Quatre asked. Heero shrugged. Trowa spilled his soda again.

"WHERE IS WALDO! It's been under my bed for years, but I found it!"

"That's a child's book," Heero responded.

"Yeah, but it's my favorite!" Duo shoved Trowa off the couch, threw Heero's laptop away like a Frisbee and replaced it with his old Where's Waldo book. "See, look! Here's a Waldo, and here's his cousin Waldo, and here's Waldo's cousin Waldo's brother Waldo, and—"

"Take your book and leave me alone."

"And here's Waldo's brother Waldo's manly-looking sister Waldo, and here's her cousin Waldo who is also the cousin of this Waldo here—"

"I don't care!"

"And here's that Waldo's grandpa Waldo who has a grandson named Waldo on the next page, right—um—here, and this grandson named Waldo is the best friend of this Waldo standing by the train station, and he's actually the son of the Waldo hiding behind the fat guy—"

"Shut up, you buttwipe!"

"What'd you call me, you triskit?"

"I called you a buttwipe, son!"

"Yeah, and I called you a triskit, you purple kangaroo with stripes!"

"And I called you son, you daughter of a raving rainbow monkey--!"

"That's enough!" came an unfamiliar voice. Everyone fell silent for a moment, until they noticed that it was the voice of the guy on the floor, Trowa Barton.

In silence he pushed Duo back off the couch, sat down, and opened his book. "I am trying to read."

And a moment of silence again.

And again.

And again.

Until Duo. "You're a triskit, Heero."

"Shut up, buttwipe."