An April Fools Day 'Snapshot"

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

It was April Fool’s and at UNCLE headquarters that meant a day of shenanigans for the employees.

Alexander Waverly had finally given up trying to stop it all; as long as the pranks were innocent and not harmful, he realized it was good for his people to let off some steam.

There seemed to be more mischief than usual...things missing from desks and ransom notes left in their place, the signs to the men’s and women’s restrooms had been switched. There were cryptic notes left, warning of an impending prank...though nothing had happened. The jokes went on and on, everyone suspecting it was Napoleon Solo, of course, though they couldn’t prove it. He was the biggest prankster of them all.

The ‘accused’ walked into his office, nodding his greeting to his Russian partner who was trying to fix the keys to his typewriter as someone had switched them all around...not that Illya needed to look at the keyboard to type, but them being out of order was just annoying.

“Problem tovarisch?”

“When I get my hands on the person who did this, they will pay.”

“Oh it’s just a harmless joke. Relax it’s April Fools Day, have a little fun.” He wouldn’t admit he was the guilty party.

As Solo sat in his chair, he suddenly sensed a cold squishy feeling under his derriere. Leaping to his feet he saw what remained of a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the chair.

“That wasn’t funny Illya!”

“I swear I did not do it. This April Fools Day is nothing but an annoyance in my estimation.”

Solo grabbed a towel from his bottom desk drawer, wiping off what he could and cleaning the chair of the offending confection.

“I’m going to my locker to get a change of clothes,” Napoleon huffed, giving his partner the stink-eye.

A few minutes later Mark Slate appeared, bringing with him a bowl of whipped cream he'd nicked from the Commissary.

“He did not take it very well.” Illya said.” Perhaps you should discontinue the prank?”

“No way mate, it’s payback for all the jokes he’s pulled on me this past year.”

Slate removed the important contents of the drawer, putting them in the file cabinet and proceeed to empty the bowl in in the drawer and when done; he skedaddled out the door.

Napoleon returned moments later, dressed in a snappy grey suit. He doubled-checked his chair before sitting down. It was then he decided to again reach in his bottom drawer and grab his ‘little black book.”  It was time to set up his dates for the next week.

He felt it on his hand, and withdrew it, finding his hand and sleeve covered with the whipped cream.

“Illya you’re going to pay for this I swear.”

“On my honor Napoleon, I did not do this….I swear to you.”

Solo grabbed the towel again, cleaning what he could, with a long sigh. He’d have to change his clothes again, and thankfully he had one more suit in his locker downstairs.

He scowled as he stormed out the door, heading downstairs.

When he returned, he hesitated before stepping close enough to his office door to activate the sensor that would open it. His mind was racing as how to get even with his partner...it was April Fools after all.

The doors opened and Napoleon stepped inside; he was instantly drenched with a downpour of of water that toppled down from a bucket suspended above the door.

He slowly wiped his face with his hands, looking to his partner. “I know, you had nothing to do with it, right?” Napoleon's voice was filled with sarcasm.

“So you finally believe me?” Kuryakin crossed his fingers behind his back.

“No.”

“Then you better believe me when I say, do not turn around,” Illya warned.

Of course Napoleon couldn’t resist and as soon as he did, he got a lemon meringue pie directly in the face, followed by a custard one, a chocolate cream and who knew what else as several more were hurled at him.

They were delivered by none other that Mark Slate and everyone else Napoleon had pranked today.

“Guess we’re even now guv,” Slate quipped.

Illya tossed his partner another towel, not saying a word.

“Wanna bet?” Napoleon grimaced. “You all better be very careful when you go back to your offices today.”

The offending parties slowly backed away, most retreating to the Commissary and deciding to avoid their offices for the moment until a strategy could be devised.

“How did you figure out who was in on this and have time to set up pranks in their offices?” Illya asked. He handed his partner his travel case from the closet that contained one more change of clothing.

“I didn’t. There’s nothing wrong with their offices at all.” Napoleon grinned.

That was the most satisfying April Fools prank of them all.

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Yes, that last bit is the best isn't it... the dread and fear or reprisal that never comes ;)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I left a line out though, that IK was the guilty party for the bucket of water...Napoleon didn't ask him if he did it nor did he accuse the Russian. So Illya got away with it. Won't bother putting it back in though.