HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARTYING PAINAPPLE! Here are a couple of your requests (plus one of SonYukiGoku'sSister's). Have a fabulous day!

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Dress-Up Jack

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"Is this really necessary?" Jack grumbled, shifting a bit where he stood on a stool with his arms out to his sides.

The yeti currently measuring him grumbled something, sounding exasperated, and repositioned him. It proceeded to prattle on in a very important and dignified way. Jack didn't have the heart to tell it he didn't understand a word. Something must've shown on his face, though, because the yeti paused and gave him a deadpan look. Then it gestured to where the other washroom yetis were cleaning his hoodie. Again.

"It wasn't my fault!" Jack protested.

The yeti ignored him, taking down the last of the measurements before motioning for Jack to stay put and heading over to a shelf stacked with piles of clean laundry. Jack groaned when it came back a few moments later with a literal mountain of clothes in its arms.

Jack made to escape, only to crash into the rather unimpressed form of another, grey yeti standing behind him with its arms crossed.

The yeti from before dropped the pile of clothes into his arms, making him stumble, before pushing him in the direction of a storage cupboard full of cleaning supplies.

"You can't be serious!" Jack cried, resisting. But he wasn't strong enough and the yetis locked him inside. "Oh come on!" he banged on the door. He didn't understand the muffled reply but he had a feeling he knew exactly what they wanted. He looked down at the clothes and sighed.

"Hey," Jack banged on the storage room door a few minutes later.

A yeti warbled something questioningly.

"Yes," he rolled his eyes.

The door clicked open. Jack stepped out of the storage room, hand clamped tight around his staff as he glared at the yetis appraising him. The brown one – the one who'd been measuring him – made a twirling motion with its finger. Jack gave him a look. The yeti motioned with greater insistence.

Jack's shoulders slumped and he sighed skywards as he held his arms out and turned in a circle on the spot, trying to make it as clear as possible that he was doing this not of his own free will. The two yetis 'hmm'ed, muttering to each other. Jack tugged self-consciously on the blue button-down shirt he'd put on.

The yetis simultaneously shook their heads and gestured for him to go back into the storage room.

"What?! No!" Jack protested.

'Do it', the yetis' expressions said.

Jack threw his hands up in frustration and, with a growl, stalked back into the storage cupboard, slamming the door behind him.

And so it went for the next hour or two: Jack would be forced to put on another outfit – each more ridiculous than the last – and parade in front of the two yetis who would comment as if they were judges. Occasionally the yetis in the background would throw in comments of their own. And with each passing second Jack was getting more and more annoyed. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed playing dress-up with Sophie, but at least with her it was fun.

So when he came out dressed in the frilliest, most ridiculous outfit he'd ever laid eyes on, well, he had to draw the line somewhere, didn't he?

"That's it," he yanked off the frilly monstrosity. "I'm done. Where's my hoodie? I don't care if it is covered in ketchup, I can't take any more of this."

Another yeti meandered over, Jack's hoodie washed, dried, and neatly folded in its hands.

Jack snatched it, glaring. "Are you telling me this has been clean the whole time?!"

The yetis shrugged, gesturing to show no, not the whole time. Just most of it.

"Yeah, okay, thanks for cleaning my hoodie, but you guys have really weird hobbies and I'm going to be going now."

This time nobody stopped him.