A/N - Okay, this is an absolutely short chapter. In fact, it's so short that I'm almost embarrassed by it! And it's not that I don't like Gaston or anything! It's just that I really didn't know much to write about geese. So, no offense intended towards Gaston fans. And, I didn't mean to write him as like originally heartless or anything. Basically, I just thougt it would be kinda sweet for him to go from this loud "no personal space" kind of character who shoots himself out of canons to this protective kind of character. Basically, I think he's like that really because he almost wimpers in the movie! Anyways, other than that, my huge apology again for it being so short.

Chapter 6

Honk! Honk! Wilbur awoke to the sound of geese honking from somewhere in the house. He groaned and sat up slowly. "Great and we're back to birds." He shook his head, sluggishly got up and dressed, and made his way to the foyer. "It seems to me that this is becoming a very annoying daily routine," he said to the rest of his family as he studied the new gift. There were six geese all sitting in a row. "So, who's the recipient this time?" Wilbur asked.

"That would be me," Gaston answered.

"You? Why? Do you have some sentimental attachment towards geese?" Wilbur questioned, cocking his head sideways a little.

"Not that I know of. I wouldn't even feed the geese in the park when I was little."

"Ha Ha! He's right!" Art agreed with a hearty laugh. "Even when he was older there was this one time…"

"Okay!" Gaston cut him off. "I thought we agreed that we'd never speak of that again."

"Alright, alright," Art laughed again and zipped his lips on the matter.

"Okay, so maybe the point of the gift is to help you get over your fear of geese?" Wilbur suggested.

"If so, this is a pretty pointless gift. Why do I need to get over my fear of geese?" Gaston protested.

"I admit it doesn't make too much sense," Cornelius admitted.

"Vwell, that's the least of Gaston's problems," Billie said suddenly.

"Uh oh, Billie's right," Lucille added as she walked over to where Billie had been inspecting the geese more closely. "These geese are all due anytime."

"Due?" Gaston asked in bewilderment. "As in they're going to lay eggs? And those eggs are going to hatch? And then there will be more little geese running around? I'll be a daddy!?"

"Um, not exactly," Franny tried to hold back her laughter towards her brother's sudden outburst. "But yes, that's usually how it works."

"So what am I supposed to do with a bunch of geese and eggs and baby geese?" Gaston threw up his hands dramatically.

"I suppose you take care of them," Franny answered. "Just like any pet, although we both know you were never good with pets."

"I can't help it if pets don't like cannons," Gaston replied without any further explanation. "Can't I just give them to that bird habitat that Laszlo was talking about? I doubt that I'll be able to take care of a flock of geese. I just don't have it in me to be the fatherly type."

"He's right, sis," Art agreed. "He wasn't even the good baby-sitting type when we were younger, remember?"

"I do remember. That's why I think this would be good for him," Franny insisted. "Besides, once they lay, there might be a law against moving them."

"I'm a grown man, and I say that I don't want these geese or their eggs," Gaston said stubbornly.

"Alright, Gaston. If that's how you want it," Cornelius spoke up. "I'll see if I can contact that bird habitat and get them to take them before they start laying their eggs."

"I'd hurry if I were you," Lucille spoke again. "These eggs could come at anytime really so these girls need a nest somewhere warm but not too warm or the embryos won't survive."

"You mean the eggs will…you know?" Gaston asked, his eyes softening a little as he looked at the geese with new concern.

"Yes, they will…you know," Franny answered solemnly.

"We can't let that happen," Gaston said heroically. "We have to set up a proper nesting area for them in case that bird place won't take them."

"Inspired plan, Gaston," Cornelius replied. "I'll get started trying to contact the bird habitat while some of you can get started on building the nest."

"I'll download all the information I can on geese," Carl offered.

"Also inspired!" Cornelius said as he hurried to contact the habitat.

"Okay, people, let's move! Nothing you know what's on my watch," Gaston hurried the others to action.

"And you said you don't have it in you to be the fatherly type," Franny said in playful sarcasm to her older brother.

"Hey, I'm not. But I'm not made of ice either," Gaston defended, but he didn't look his sister directly in the eyes, and Franny just shook her head knowingly as he rushed around trying to figure out what to do first to help the poor geese.

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"How are they doing?" Cornelius asked as he entered Gaston's cannon room, which Gaston had selflessly relinquished as a makeshift nesting area for the geese.

"Good, I think," Gaston answered, although he still wasn't much for understanding how to really take care of them.

"Unfortunately, the bird habitat can't take the geese. Unfortunately they're full up for the winter as far as geese and ducks go. The zoo wasn't of much help either," Cornelius sighed.

"It's okay. It wouldn't have mattered anyway," Gaston consoled. "Two of them have already begun laying."

"I see!" Cornelius was amazed by what was taking place in the Robinson house. "I have to say that this has been the most amazing thing to happen yet."

"I don't know," Wilbur tapped his chin in thought. "Yesterday's was pretty amazing."

"What about mom and dad's gift? That was amazing," Laszlo added.

"Yeah, but this is the miracle of life," Cornelius said in a cheesy manner.

"Not only that, but this is Gaston caring for another living thing. Slowing down and being sensitive. Look at how he's given up his beloved canon room," Franny pointed out.

"Bravo, Gaston," everyone cheered.

"You know, the lady that I spoke to said that we can expect about five eggs from each of them," Cornelius said suddenly.

"That'll be 30 little geese running around!" Wilbur exclaimed. "And what about when they start flying! Then what?"

"Maybe I'll teach the little ones to fly using my canon!" Gaston exclaimed suddenly and was followed by a chorus of honking from all six of the geese. "Hey, I think they like the idea!"

"You know," Wilbur added above the loud honks of the geese, "if they keep this up, none of us will ever get any sleep!"