Leftover Alphabet Soup
A/N: AAH, I'M SORRY, WORLD! I FORGOT!
Disclaimer: If I owned MR, the sixth book would already be out and we wouldn't all be wondering what the cover means.
N is for: Nevertheless
By Tassel630
We were there again. You know what I'm talking about. One Of Those Times, where we're among the general public and have to pretend to be normal, but they still get suspicious. Whenever One Of Those Times comes around, they always seem to call the same people on us. I mean, okay, we're weird, but they don't have any proof that we're dangerous - is the FBI entirely necessary?
Anyway. It was One Of Those Times, and that always means that we end up in enclosed little white rooms, two-way mirror optional, with an FBI agent each and questions flying like arrows. Good thing we can fly faster.
"You are aware that the six of you raise immediate suspicions because you match the descriptions of six unidentified children who are considered potentially dangerous," said Agent Whatever-Number-They've-Gotten-To-Now. I checked his name tag. It said "Jared Miller". Geez, whatever happened to good ol' mysterious Agent X?
"Uh, sure," I said, putting on my best "Dangerous? Me?" face.
"Can you tell me what you were doing on private property carrying several thousands of dollars recently withdrawn from a long-dormant bank account?" Well, you see, sir, taking flight in the middle of a crowded city seems to cause alarm, for whatever reason -
"My mom asked me to withdraw the money for her." That was true - she was using it to organize a rally. "We got lost." Not quite as true.
"What's your name?" asked me. Because I'll definitely tell you that. Around me, I could hear the rest of my flock getting variations of the same question.
"Max," I answered, like I always did. The FBI guy scribbled it down dutifully.
"Celeste," I heard Angel say sweetly. "My bear's name is Angel."
"Joe," said Fang. Guess he wasn't feeling creative.
"Maria Rose Jennifer Star Rainbow the Lovely," was Nudge's answer. Her Agent's eyebrows went up.
"Velociraptotankgodzillasaurus," the Gasman said slowly, obviously making the word up as he went. His agent started scribbling it down, but before he got too far, looked back up and asked him to repeat it.
"Lester," said Iggy, "But my friends call me The Les."
"Really?" his interviewer commented absentmindedly as she scribbled it down.
"Yep. So then, when I get dragged to things like this, I can call them to vouch for me. And then when you guys say I did something, they'll say, 'Never the Les!"
"You really put some effort into thinking these through, don't you?" I sighed, but I couldn't help but be amused.
"Always," Iggy laughed.
A/N: Geez, Akira, that was a really hard prompt. It's not even a noun! ...Hence the bad puns. Hurrah.
Also, I'm sure any FBI agents as clueless as mine would be fired quickly.
And Ninja C will happily provide you with more entertainment in O is for Overzealous Orangutans.