Title: Why People Should Have Air Conditioning
Chapter: What Do You Mean, There's No Mint Chocolate Chip?
Archive: PLEASE!
By: Fae De Luna and DDStalker
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing but the plot and only half of that.
A/N: I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter done, but before you all start throwing stones and pointy objects, you should know it was because I am recovering from major surgery and have been in a lot of pain recently (please let that make you pity me so you leave reviews). Sorry about the formatting. is being mean to me.
A/N 2: ummmm......... I bruised my backbone does that count? Whatever. Just pity me and leave reviews!
Chapter 4: What Do You Mean, There's No Mint Chocolate Chip?
After breaking just about every law pertaining to driving a vehicle, we finally arrived at the ice cream shop. It was a Carvel to be specific.
"Okay ladies," Mulder, who seemed to have had recovered from his librarian induced stupor, held the door open as we entered. "Just pick whatever flavor you like so we can be on our way."
The nanosecond I stepped inside, I knew something was desperately wrong. Normal Carvels are usually cold enough to keep a woolly mammoth on ice, without having to put it in the freezer. This Carvel was rivaling the temperatures found on the sun. I bravely walked up to the pizza faced kid behind the counter, praying to every deity I could think of that the freezer was still working.
"We need to get these ladies some ice cream, fast."
"I'd be happy to take their orders." The first librarian stepped up and asked for Rocky Road. "I'm sorry," the kid replied. "We don't have any of that at the moment."
All the librarians were met with the same annoying polite reply, until one finally became irate enough to shout back: "What do you mean, there's no mint chocolate chip?!?"
Mulder was once again engulfed in a heap of furious librarians as he tried to pull them off the kid. Once the kid had been pulled out of the pile, leaving Mulder to fend for himself, I cornered the kid and very close to shooting him, questioned him.
"You said you would be happy to take their orders. Where is all the ice cream? Why don't you have any?"
He said something, or he my have just whimpered, but I never got to find out what he said, because at that very moment, the manager walked in.
"What's going on in here?!" he shouted.
"Sir, I'm Agent Scully and that, over there under the pile of elderly ladies, is Agent Mulder. We're with the FBI. Could you please explain why you don't have any ice cream?"
"I just came back from making a report at the police station. Our air conditioning unit, which was so powerful it kept the ice cream frozen, was stolen. Everything melted and now we have nothing."
I walked over to where Mulder was lying in a heap on the floor.
"Mulder, this place has been hit too. What are we going to do about the librarians?"
He picked his head up off the floor and looked at me. Then he dropped it. I watched him do three more times before I gave up and kicked him.
"Mulder, what are we going to do!?"
"Tell them to think cold thoughts?"
He then proceeded to pass out and left me on my own to solve the problem. I was seriously wishing Mulder had left me in Antarctica. That's when a brilliant idea struck me. What was the one place that was always cold and didn't run on AC. I had no clue, but once I figured it out, I would move there and leave Mulder to solve this case.
After reveling in that though for a few minutes, I decided to load everyone up and go to the hospital. It looked like Mulder would need some stitches. Plus one of the librarians had broken a leg. Plus the kid had a broken nose. Plus, I just really needed a break.
A/N: Okay, stupid and short, but would it make you feel more sympathetic if I told you my jaw was wired shut? Please review.
A/N 2: Just review and I'll think of writing the next chapter...