The Clapper
by: JasmineDB

Summary: Shawn gets a package in the mail. What is it and who is the first person he calls??

Ok, I was watching Smackdown one night and a Clapper commercial came on. Of course the first thing I thought of was Shawn and his best friend. I really hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimers: I do not own the WWE, and I do not own the Clapper.

Shawn Michaels was sitting at home one day, watching Higglytown Heroes with his children. Shawn had been enjoying his day home, spending time with his family. Until he was interrupted by the doorbell. He got up from his recliner, and walked over to the door. He opened the door to see the postman holding a small package.

"Hi," Shawn said, greeting the working-man in uniform.

"Hey, is there a Michael Hickenbottom here?" the slim man with short dark brown hair said.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Well, you have a package. If you could sign here," the brown-eyed postman handed him the electronic sheet, "and we'll be on our way."

"Yeah sure," Shawn said, signing the designated spot. Or at least he hoped so. He'd never been too good with electronics. "Thanks."

"No problem." Shawn shut the the door behind the young man. He looked at the package, trying to figure out what exactly it was. He went into the kitchen, grabbed a steak knife, and sliced through the tape on the small box. He opened up the package, remembering that he had ordered something off an infomercial. He smiled, wide-eyed at what laid in his hands. The Clapper. He grabbed the manuel and ran into the entrance hallway. He unplugged the lamp and plugged it into the device. But he couldn't just it out without telling his best friend!!

Shawn pulled out his phone and looked for Paul Levesque's number. He pushed the shiny green button and held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello," Triple H answered.

"Hey, Hunter. It's Shawn."

"Hey, how's the family?"

"Good, really good. But guess what?" Shawn said, excitement in his voice.

"What, is Rebecca pregnant again?" Hunter questioned.

"No, it's even better!"

"Oh God. What then?"

"I got a Clapper!!"

"You what?!"

"I got one of those things that you plug in a -"

Hunter cut him off, "I know what a Clapper is!! Are you serious?"

"Yeah! And I just had to call you and try it out. But I got to put it on speakerphone."

"The big shiny button in the middle, Shawn."

"Hey thanks!!" The Heartbreak Kid pressed the instructed button that he was told and set the phone down on the table. "Alright, are you ready?"

"I said, are -"

Shawn stopped him instantly. "No, not today. We're not working. Don't even start."

"Fine." Hunter sighed.

"So, are you?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Shawn held his hands out, ready to clap. Finally, he got the courage and clapped his hands twice. The lamp lit, creating a joyous ambience. "Oh gosh, Hunter! IT WORKED!!!"

"Awesome. Alright now you go watch your Higglytown Heroes. I hear Murphy crying in her room."

"Hey, how did you know?" Shawn said, but he heard a dial tone. "Eh, I don't care. I got the Clapper!"

Shawn's wife Rebecca then walked into the room. "Shawn, what's going on?"

"We got the Clapper!" Shawn squeeled excitedly.

"You've got to be kidding me," Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. The kids, still in the living room, heard the commotion. They walked into the hallway to see their dad, bright-eyed and an impish smile on his face.

"Hey Dad what's going on?" Cheyenne, his adorable daughter asked.

"We got the Clapper guys!! We got the Clapper!" Shawn said, bouncing on his toes.

"Can I try it out Dad?" His son Cameron asked.

"NO!!!" Shawn almost literally screamed at his eldest child.

"C'mon kids. Let's go watch TV while your father acts like a 5 year old." Rebecca ushered the kids into the living room, leaving the 43-year old to clapping repeatedly.