Title: Streaker
Rating: T
Summary: The Tracy Brothers have a bit of a naked problem.
Notes: The idea for this piece of crack came to me as I was writing Privacy.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I'm just playing with some ideas the show inspired.
Streaker
"Why do I have to put the shorts on him?" Alan whined to Scott and Virgil. "Can't Virgil do it?"
"Do you think you can hold him down?" Virgil growled back at Alan, "Long enough for Scott and I to put them on?"
Alan didn't answer for he knew for what Gordon lacked in size he made up with physical strength – which was on par with Scott's – the only brother that could completely over power him was Virgil.
"We still have to coral him before we can do anything," Scott muttered, darkly "If Alan can catch him and slow him down long enough for Virgil to get hold of him we will be in business." For what Alan lacked in strength he made up with speed. "Now, where is he, John?"
"Is it too much to ask for me to be left out of this one?" John replied.
"YES!"
"Ok, he's… Oh god." John moaned.
"Where is he?" Scott growled.
"He's in the cockpit of Thunderbird Two, doing what looks like to be the Macarena - without music." John answered, as he pulled up the footage to show his brothers.
"He's WHAT!" Virgil roared, there was one major rule on Tracy Island – you do not mess around with somebody else's bird without letting said pilot of the bird in question, know beforehand what you are doing and why – to break this rule usually meant you were in big trouble, and with the mood Virgil was in at this moment… Gordon was a walking dead man.
"Hate to break it to you John, but that's not the Macarena…" Alan added with a wince, "What is he's doing is looks more like a Miley Cyrus impersonation." Gordon licked the pilot's seat as Alan said this.
"Gordon! Get the hell out of my 'Bird!" Virgil bellowed as he charged towards his launch shoot.
"Come on Alan," Scott said, as he grabbed his brother's arm. "We better get down there before Virgil kills him."
But when they got down there all they found was a very pissed off Virgil, "John! Where the hell did that very dead fish swim off to!?" he yelled into the com.
Virgil didn't need to ask, because at moment they heard the hell raiser's very off key singing echoing throughout the hangers.
"Oh my god, I think he's in Three's launch tunnel." Alan moaned.
"How did he get there so quickly?" Virgil asked.
"I don't know or care at the moment," Scott growled. "I just want him nabbed, we will ask questions later."
So the chase after Gordon began in earnest… By the time the boys managed catch him they had chased him around the island twice and even out to and around Metao island.
12 hours later…
"Oh look he's coming around." Alan sounded pissed off.
"What happened?" Gordon groaned, he felt like someone was playing bongo drums in his head.
"What you don't remember what happened in the past twenty-four hours?" Virgil snarled at his younger brother.
Gordon shook his head.
"You ran around the island buck naked, raising ten kinds of hell in your wake, you were lucky Kayo and Grandma weren't here." Virgil snapped. "By the way, you're going to be cleaning Two with disinfectant until I am satisfied, got it?"
"Hey wait a second," Gordon protested. "The last thing I remember was cleaning Thunderbird Four, when I heard a bang from Brains' lab."
"A bang from Brains' lab?" Scott repeated, looking around the room. "By the way has anyone seen Brains, lately?"
"Er…"
"Um…"
"Oh god…"
"John… Do you know where Brains is?" Scott asked.
"He's in the pool area."
The four brothers charged out to the pool area, they found Brains fast asleep on a floating ring in the middle of the pool, wearing nothing but his glasses. "Brains!"
Brains woke up and fell into the water, when he surfaced he sputtered, "W-W-What's g-g-going on?"
"We were hoping you could tell us," Scott replied. "But put on some clothes first, okay?"
Brains looked down and blushed.
"See?" Gordon pointed out, "Whatever happened it wasn't my fault."
Virgil shoved Gordon into the pool, "You're still cleaning up the mess you made, Fish feet." He told Gordon when he surfaced.
Gordon just pouted.
2 hours later…
"I-I f-found out what h-happened S-Scott."
Scott and Alan were watching Virgil's supervision of Gordon as he cleaned up Thunderbird Two, "Well, what happened Brains?" Scott asked him.
"A couple of the c-chemicals I was m-mixing t-together had an unforeseen s-side effect." Brain replied. "I-It gave off fumes that when i-inhaled, gave the person a feeling of euphoria –"
"Are you saying you and Gordo where high?" Alan asked.
"Not i-intentionally, but yes we were," Brains answered. "But when the effects w-wore off we both had the feeling of an h-hangover and no memory of what h-happened while we were 'high'."
"Could there be any long lasting side effects from these chemicals Brains?" Scott asked, worried.
"N-Not that I've noticed," Brains replied. "B-But wouldn't advise being e-exposed to those c-chemicals a-again."
"Agreed." Scott and Alan said at the same time.
They watched Virgil and Gordon for a little bit longer. "So who's going to tell Virgil that Gordon's not to blame for this one?" Alan asked.
"Er..." Scott, looked around the hanger before looking at his com, "Thunderbird Five? John? Hey John? Can do something for me?"
"No." John replied, "You tell him yourself."
"Damn," Scott muttered, then spoke up. "Um… Virgil?"
Notes: Heh… Virgil is still mad at Gordon – never mess will his 'Bird knowingly or not.