Title: Stolen Towel
Summary: The Boy's get the towel's stolen, mostly by Gordon
Notes: A random bust of stupidity that started as something else that became a bit of a saga.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I don't make money from it, I'm just playing in the sandbox.

Stolen Towel – Virgil

"Virgil?"

"Yes Scott?"

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like, Scott?" Virgil replied. "I'm painting."

"I can see that Virgil, but why are you naked?"

Virgil looked down at himself and shrugged, "A certain someone ran off with my towel and clothes when I was taking a shower, after my swim this morning." He answered.

"And you couldn't go to your room and get some more?" Scott asked.

"I figured, since Grandma and Kayo are in London with Lady P, and he wanted me to walk around the Island naked, that I would humour him." Virgil replied.

Scott was about to facepalm, when a pair of green balled up boxershorts suddenly smacked Virgil in the head.

"All right I give up, I was the one that took the towel," Gordon exclaimed. "Now can you please put on some pants, and stop scaring us for life?"

"Hmm…" Virgil looked at Scott, "Do you think I should?" he asked.

Scott facepalmed.

Stolen Towel – John

They were going to realize he was missing eventually…

But he was fine with that, it gave him time to plan his ultimate revenge against the Island's resident fish for taking his towel and clothes – he was not going to give Gordon the satisfaction of running around the Tracy villa butt naked.

Besides there were worse places to stuck in, while food was an issue, he was in a shower so he had access to plenty of water.

Now all he had to do is wait for one of his brothers to find him – it shouldn't take too long…

Stolen Towel – Alan

2063

Jeff was sitting at the kitchen island, having a cup of coffee while Gordon was looking in one of the Kitchen cupboards for a snack and Kayo was going through some reports for International Rescue at the kitchen table, when Alan came charging through the room from the direction of the pool and headed down the hall screaming "Fuck you, Gordon" as he went past his brother.

"Language, Alan!" Jeff called after his son, then he looked at Gordon. "Did I just see your brother run through the kitchen naked?"

"I don't know, maybe," Gordon replied, while trying, and falling, to keep a straight face. "He moved too quickly to get a good look."

"Why was he naked?" Jeff asked his prankster son.

Gordon shrugged, "Maybe he misplaced his towel?" he replied.

"Or 'someone' misplaced it for him," Jeff narrowed his eyes at Gordon. "You wouldn't have any idea's on who someone might be?"

"No clue whatsoever," Gordon replied, a little bit too innocently. "Besides it looks like somebody enjoyed the show." He gestured to Kayo, who was still staring slack jawed down the hallway.

Kayo, who suddenly realised all the attention in the room was on her, jumped up and slugged Gordon hard in the shoulder, before storming out of the room.

Jeff stared after her, since when was Kayo interested in Alan, on that level?

He was about ask Gordon but then he realised that his fish son had used the distraction to make his escape.

Jeff cursed as he got up to look for Gordon – he wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily…

Stolen Towel – Scott

2064

Piper Taylor, Grandma Tracy and Max were in the Tracy Island kitchen, trying to decide what to make the family for lunch, when Scott calmly walked into the room from the pool, buck naked, with his hands covering the family jewels.

Piper looked at her boyfriend and cocked an eyebrow, "While I don't mind the view, don't you have rules that require pants outside bedrooms?" she asked.

Scott sighed loudly, "Someone ran off with my towel and clothes," he growled.

As if summoned, the said someone appeared in the doorway, waving a towel, "Hey, Scotty," Gordon called out. "Lose something?"

Scott saw red, and charged after his second youngest brother, "Gordon!" he shouted, as he ran past his girlfriend, grandmother and MAX - who stared to play some music. "Give me that TOWEL!"

Gordon bolted upstairs with Scott hot on his heels.

"Er, Scott realizes he's still naked right?" Piper asked Grandma Tracy.

"Oh my god, my eyes, my poor innocent eyes, SCOTT!" Alan voice sounded from upstairs.

"Obviously not," Grandma replied.

"Gordon! Give him back his towel!" Jeff bellowed. "Scott! Stop chasing your brother and put on some pants!"

If the young men heard their father, they weren't listening as Gordon came charging down the stairs with Scott hot on his heels.

As Gordon ran past Piper, she reached out and snatched the towel from him, and then stepped out in front of Scott, who skidded to a stop in front of her.

"That's enough," Piper said to Scott, as she wrapped the towel around his waist. "I've got a better idea to work off that extra energy, if you're interested."

Scott looked at Piper with raised eyebrows, his beef with Gordon all but forgotten as Piper lead Scott from the room.

Grandma Tracy shook her head as she looked at a gobsmacked Gordon, "Don't look so surprised, son," she told him. "Your mother used to do the same thing with your father, and if those two are not careful you are going to be an uncle by the end of next year," she turned to look at MAX. "You can turn off the Benny Hill now, MAX."

MAX shut off the music.

Stolen Towel – Gordon

2066

"Ha, ha, very funny, guys."

"Come on guys, the jokes over, you got me, now will you let me back in?"

"We are not on the island, guys, what if someone sees me?"

"Seriously guys, I'm getting cold."

"Guys do you really want Lady Penelope's guests to see me butt naked?"

"Come on, do you want my fiancé to kill me? Because that is what Penny's going to do if she sees me naked out here."

Gordon heard the clicking of nails from behind him and saw Sherbet standing behind him, "Oh hey, Bertie," he said, as he got an idea. "Do you mind if I borrow something from you?"

0o0o0

Lady Penelope stared at her fiancé, who had just tried to sneak in through the front door.

"I can explain."

"I'm sure you can," Penelope growled.

"It wasn't my fault."

"Of course, it wasn't," Penelope snapped.

"Someone took my towel and clothes from me when I was in the shower after my swim and locked me out of the manor."

"That I could figure out for myself," Penelope snarled. "What I can't figure out is why you thought it was a good idea to try and sneak around to the front of the house wearing Sherbet's jumper as a loin cloth."

"I'll wash it."

Penelope facepalmed.