1 Mar 2000




Ummm.. again, a fic from the fabulous snippet from Chibi-Sans-Chan.
Thanks for letting me ran havoc on the snippet. *braces for the
blasphemy that might come* *ducks from flying scissors and cooking
pans* and again, let hope I don't screw anything again.

So... thanks and sorry... 



Note: non-yaoi, AU, Sesame-street x-over (I am in a sesame-street craze
now)



They're Going to Get Me!
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Quatre turned 8 years old that day, and Papa Winner decided to throw
his beloved son a party. Quatre was excited and that for once Papa
Winner allowed him to choose his own guests!

So there's Trowa, and Heero, and Duo, and Wufei, and everyone! It was a
delightful party. They had biscuits and chocolates, they had teas, they
have games, toys, magicians pulling rabbits from black top hats, and
little merry-go-rounds. They had miniature mechas, and all sugar canes,
and lollipops and all things nice. Boating trips, and fishing,
pony-riding and story telling. It was fun. 

Quatre had never felt so much fun in his life before. Well, not that
his life was long enough anyway. But eight! he's eight! its better than
five, or six, or seven! And with his friends around everything's
perfect. And with his sisters too!

But Quatre sulked when dinner came. Dinner meant no more fun, had to
really scrub all the grime off, be clean, be nice and all presentable.
All the older ones will be there, and all the guests that he didn't
even know, mostly Papa Winner's guests will be there. And he would have
to be all nice and friendly too, when all he wanted was to play around
with his friends.

Oh but wait a minute, one of his friends wasn't there. He must be late!
Quatre had been so happy with his four friend that he forgot that his
dear friend hadn't come. Now he's worried. He stepped out of his room,
all dressed up with a white tuxedo, and saw his four friends, all
dressed up and sulking too. Formal dinners are definitely not for
children. 

And he went up to Papa Winner and asked about his friend. Smiling Papa
Winner pointed at a figure in the crowd. Quatre's eyes widened and he
ran towards his friend who smiled back to him.

"Elmo!!!!!!!" he gave his red friend, all dressed up in a trim black
tuxedo, a great bear hug.

"Quatre!" Elmo gave another bearhug. "tee hee hee, that tickles."

Quatre released his friend and glared in mock annoyance, "now where
have YOU been?"

Elmo cringes a bit and then smiled sheepishly, "weeeelll, Grover need
to save the day for a while, and I can't find Zoe anywhere." And
pointing at the blue Grover and the orange-ish Zoe, and a few more
delegation from the Sesame Street Quadrant.

"Weeeelll," said Quatre, "at least you are here. Come on, lets have
dinner! You sit beside me."

So dinner arrived. The opening menu was great. Actually everyone's
favourite. The main course however, wasn't really that favourable for
Quatre, as the food was presented in front of him he paled. And jumped
under the seat. Elmo who was waiting for his dish looked to his friend
under the chair. "Hello? Quatre? What happened?"

Then Papa Winner bellowed,
>"Quatre, come out from there."

Quatre seemed to be cringing even more.
>"But Father!"

The guests are now a bit restless and voices heightened, and they were
talking to each other, and Papa Winner seemed to lost a bit of his
patience, just like all daddy would do when his son slipped under a
chair and cringed because of nothing,
>"Now!" 

>The little blond boy peeked out from underneath the
>chair he was hiding under. His eyes pleaded, "Mother?"

Mama Winner shook her head, and took Quatre's hands, and silently
asking Quatre to sit back on the table. 
>"Listen to your father, Quatre."

Elmo too became quite worried. "Quatre? what happened?"

>The boy whimpered as he looked at the dinner table.

Papa Winner became a bit annoyed, and like all daddy do, bellowed to
his son, even though not as loud as a thunder,
>"Quatre Raberba Winner. Get out from under that chair
>this moment and eat your vegetables."

Quatre looked hesitantly towards his friends, first Elmo, then Heero,
then Duo, then Trowa and Wufei, and then to other kids around the
table, Dorothy, Treize, Relena and her brother Zechs, Noin... they all
seemed not to notice about something really scary. He frowned.

>"I can't!" the boy wailed 
>"Why the hell not?!" came the exasperated reply. As
>little Quatre crawled out from under the chair, he
>pointed to the dinner guests who were staring at the
>scene with a mixture of confusion, amusement and
>embarrassment. 

Then Quatre pointed at his plate,
>"Because! My Uchuu no Kokoro told me!" [and] He pointed
>again to the guests at the table. "Small, green leafy
>bodies, long tongues drooling over sharp incisors,
>they weren't human, they were brussel sprouts,
>killer brussel sprouts!"

The other kids turned sharply onto their plates and opened the silver
plate cover. And all kids frowned, and in chorus, "Ewwwww... brussel
sprouts. Yick."

And from across the table you could almost hear little sulking Heero
saying, "Omae o Korosu!" and Relena clinging frightfully to Zechs.

Papa Winner became very confused now, "What happened?"

And Elmo came to save the day, "We *uhum* dislike brussel sprouts, but
then, who doesn't?" and came vigorous sulking, pouting nods from all
across the room.


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owari!

so?! tell me?! is it bad? is it bad? tell me...

<>< JejeFish!

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