You are an evil, evil woman. Clearly I am a bad influence.
Christmas needs security , security is weapons. Vigilante action teaching criminals their lessons
"They're coming down the chimney now!" Mel reported from across the hall. There was the rapid-fire popping sound of the grenades they'd made from the glass Christmas balls going off, and a triumphant yell from the other girl. Courtney just grinned, and stretched the tinsel tripwires taught across the last of the kitchen windows. It was a good thing, he reflected, that her uncle had been knocked out. He wasn't going to be happy when he woke up, although whether he'd be more distressed over the damage to the house or the ninja frog carcasses was debateable. Dirk himself was not happy about the Santa suit, but it was better than trying to defend the house in the buff. As it was he presented a dangerously good target, being large and bright red. He'd had to throw the pillow away to fit in the costume, too, which was a flimsy piece of armor gone to waste but the padding might have been helpful nonetheless. "Okay, I'll get the pies from the fridge, if you'll winch the catapults back and tie 'em off for me." The blonde girl darted to the fridge, grinning and half dancing like some kind of sprite. From the narrow space between the tops of the high cabinets and the kitchen ceiling, the one-eyed cat watched with clear amusement. He addressed the girl, tail lashing. "You're mother's going to be horrified if you get any of that on the curtains." Clearly he relished the thought. Dirk rolled his eyes, hauling on the rope for the first catapult and securing it with whatever knots he could remember from his boyhood. "Courtney, promise me one thing?" She paused, a pie in each hand, still grinning. "What?" "When all this is over, let me pinpoint away before you let your parents out of the basement?"
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Date: Oct. 26th, 2007 07:08 pm (UTC)Christmas needs security , security is weapons.
Vigilante action teaching criminals their lessons
"They're coming down the chimney now!" Mel reported from across the hall. There was the rapid-fire popping sound of the grenades they'd made from the glass Christmas balls going off, and a triumphant yell from the other girl.
Courtney just grinned, and stretched the tinsel tripwires taught across the last of the kitchen windows.
It was a good thing, he reflected, that her uncle had been knocked out. He wasn't going to be happy when he woke up, although whether he'd be more distressed over the damage to the house or the ninja frog carcasses was debateable. Dirk himself was not happy about the Santa suit, but it was better than trying to defend the house in the buff. As it was he presented a dangerously good target, being large and bright red. He'd had to throw the pillow away to fit in the costume, too, which was a flimsy piece of armor gone to waste but the padding might have been helpful nonetheless.
"Okay, I'll get the pies from the fridge, if you'll winch the catapults back and tie 'em off for me." The blonde girl darted to the fridge, grinning and half dancing like some kind of sprite. From the narrow space between the tops of the high cabinets and the kitchen ceiling, the one-eyed cat watched with clear amusement. He addressed the girl, tail lashing. "You're mother's going to be horrified if you get any of that on the curtains." Clearly he relished the thought.
Dirk rolled his eyes, hauling on the rope for the first catapult and securing it with whatever knots he could remember from his boyhood. "Courtney, promise me one thing?"
She paused, a pie in each hand, still grinning. "What?"
"When all this is over, let me pinpoint away before you let your parents out of the basement?"