A/N: Originally my first drabble.
Disclaimer: I do not own House.
I do not own House.
I do not own House.
I do not own House.
I do not own House.
Where's Bart Simpson when you need him? Anyway, on with it:
GHMDGHMDGHMD
"There we go," House grinned as he placed the little plastic top hat on Steve's head. It had been left behind in one of the exam rooms in the clinic that day. "Wilson, are you ready?"
"House," Wilson frowned, "do I have to do this? Is there a hidden camera somewhere I should know about?"
"No," House snapped with an evil grin. "Now get ready!"
Wilson sighed and stood up as House began playing The Entertainer on the piano. And then…
Tap, tap, tappity tap!
House actually laughed. "With me and The Citizen on the piano, Steve in his oh-so-fancy top hat, and you in those tap shoes, we have the perfect one-man show!"
The
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