Gundam Wing at Chukie Cheese

So, to recap. After terrorizing a local Chuckie Cheese's, then shooting (and possibly killing, we don't know yet) John Walsh, a group of six former pilots found themselves going into the local Wal Mart while experiencing a sugar/caffine high.

This should be interesting.

None of them could remember exactly why they were there; so, by organizing an impromptu game of hide and go seek, they thought they'd remember. Okay, so they just wanted to play 'seek and destroy without the destroy part because that part was bad now' in Wal Mart and didn't really care why they were in afore mentioned store.

One quick round of rock, paper, scissors, and 20 counts later, Heero was running down the aisles of Wal Mart. He found Zechs in the frozen food section, trying his hardest to stuff himself in the freezer between some peas and broccoli. The next to be found (but not destroyed, remember) was Wufei, who was still trying to find a good hiding place. Trowa had been shoved out of the female dressing room (like he could see anything because of his bangs anyway) and Quatre was lectured on why a blonde and really pale guy should not hide himself in a very small and short rack of really dark clothes.

And then there was one.

Even in the current state of mindlessness, the five knew Duo was tricky. They figured he was in the vents and were going to check when a black blur whizzed by them.

"Wheeeeeeee!"

Zechs pushed himself to the front of their little group, pointed a finger in the general direction Duo had 'wheeee'd' to, and cried out, in a very excellent English imitation, "Tally ho!"

Wufei decked him.

"What'd you just call Sally?" Zechs stood up.

"Nothing. I said," he assumed his previous postion and accent, "Tally ho!"

And was laid out again. While Wufei pumlled and Zechs started pumlling back, Heero went of to complete his 'seek and destroy, without the destroy part because that part was bad now' mission. He took off at a run, leaving Trowa and Quatre to break up the fight.

Those two wandered off to the toy section.

Heero caught up to Duo at the pharmacy. Duo had taken off his shoes and was running, then slidding down the waxed, but far from pristine, aisle with the toothpaste and mouthwash.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" And down he went to the gardening section. Heero ran after him again.

To make a really long story short, Heero caught Duo, picked up Wufei and Zechs from frozen foods (they were using the peas and broccoli to stop the bleeding and swelling) and off the four ran to find their missing-but-then-again-not-really-missing-since-they-pretty-much-knew-or-hoped-anyway-that-the-two-were-in-Wal-Mart friends. A voice and footsteps sounded behind them.

"Hey! Hey, stop right there, right now!" The voice commanded. They pettered to a halt and turned to blink at the Wal Mart employee who was running to catch up to them.

"What do you think you're doing," he said, gasping for breath. What? Do you think working at Wal Mart gives you a workout?

Duo answered promptly. "Playing seek and destroy, without the"

"That was a rhetorical question," the employee whose badge said Jim and that he was a manager snapped. "Don't you know you can't run around in here? You four are in trouble."

"What about you," asked Heero.

Jim blinked. "What?"

"You were running too."

Jim blinked again. "What?"

Heero took a step forward, swaying and swaggering and in general looking like a drunk.

"To catch up to us who were running which is against the rules you had to run after us to keep us from running which we were doing and so broke the rules of no running because you were running after us who was running and thererfore breaking the rule of no running which you broke by running." Heero shook his head. "Shame on you."

To his left and right, Duo, Wufei and Zechs nodded as if it made perfect sense.

Jim the manager blinked some more before he turned around and walked off, figuring that trying to figure that out wouldn't be worth the time and energy it would take to figure, and besides he didn't like figuring so what was the point in trying to get it figured?

Go figure.

So after that fiasco, the little group of sugar/caffiene high fiends wandered through the aisles, looking for their lost friends. Well, they weren't really lost because the others knew they were in Wal Mart, they just weren't sure where exactly, which quite obviously meant they were simply misplaced in the store.

Yeah, let's go with misplaced.

They heard familiar fanatical laughing. Sharing worried looks because it sounded like Quatre had gotten another bad dose of the zero system, they headed toward the sound. Weaving in and out of the toy section, at long last the group found their friends. The two were no longer not really lost but more misplaced because they had known generally they were in Wal Mart but now that they knew exactly where they were, they weren't even misplaced anymore!

So the group was reunited, and there was much rejoicing.

"Look, look," Trowa said excitedly while pointing to a toy obviously designed for smaller children.

The little Tigger was sitting in his box quite happily, if the big smile on his face was any indication. On his back foot was a sticker that said 'Press Me', which Trowa duitifully pressed.

The toy was suppossed to bounce like the character, and if it had been out of the box, it would have stood then made a little hop. As it was, the box didn't provide much room and so it more or less just scooted around. Quatre and Trowa disolved into bouts of laughter.

"Isn't that hilarious!"

It took a little over a second, but the other guys caught on quick and soon they too started laughing. They pressed the foot again and laughed some more.

Meanwhile, Duo's normally short attention span, combined with the sugar/caffiene rush, had made him bored with the toy and he wandered away. As he studied the array and assortment, he came across a strange, furry, almost bubble like creature, with a small head, small arms, and small legs. The box said it's name was 'Oopa' and indeed on it's hand was another 'Press Me' sticker. Intruiged, Duo pressed it.

And immediatly jumped back.

The cause for his fright was simple. Right after he pressed the hand, the thing's head retracted into it's big plushy body, the belly was sucked in with a pretty scary sound, and as the belly deflated and the head rose it let out a high pitched, long drawn 'Ooooopppaaaaaa'.

As it settle back into it's original state, Duo's wide eyes shot around the aisle and he tentativly reached out to squeeze the hand again. It repeated the retraction, sucking in, reflating and rerising, name thing, and then it shook in it's box before settling. Duo blinked at it then doubled over with laughter.

Intruiged by the sound, his friends came over to see what was so funny. Duo shared his find and everyone but Zechs laughed. He just backed up, and said simply, "That thing scares the fuck out of me," which caused more laughter, because Zechs said, 'fuck'.

Soon they were bored with that, and they found the carton of balls. More than happy with that, they each pulled one out for themselves and proceeded to bounce, kick, throw, toss, and in general play wildly with the rubber balls until an associate came and told them they had to leave.

They didn't mind, since the high was wearing off anyway, but they didn't expect to be greeted by a SWAT team, the FBI, and at least two different city police departments, plus the sherriff's and state troopers.

As they carefully raised their hands in response to all the guns pointing at them, Zechs said quietly to no one in particular, "Well, we're fucked."

And this time, no one laughed at the word.

Black-Angel-001: holy crap i haven't updated this in forever! well, i'm baaack! okay, as a side note, a group of friends and i DID go to wal mart on a caffiene high (it was faygo, though, not starbucks), we DID play tag in wal mart, we DID get told off by an associate, my little brother DID try to stuff himself into the frozen food section, we DID find the tigger toy and laugh our asses off (come on, we were young and stupid and the idea of a tigger toy 'humping' was totally hilarious at the time), we DID find the oopa toy, we DID proceed to laugh our asses off at it, one of my friends DID say it scared the fuck out of her, we DID play with the balls, and it WAS "suggested" that we leave the wal mart. however, we did not face an array of law enforcment officials (i don't think saraland, al. even HAS a SWAT team). so, pretty much based on real live experiences. even though it's been so long, review? please?