"Vacation is over"~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Napoleon and Illya relaxed in their office.  Leaning back in their chairs; they had their feet resting on the desktops.

“Nice little vacation tovarisch; no torture, no angst…”

“Except for last Wednesday when they came back.”

“Yes, but it’s been quiet since then. Just think we have nearly another week left.”

Their office door burst opened  and in charged April. The partners, completely startled, fell backwards to the floor.”

“Finally! I’m free of that darned Map Room closet!” *

“Oh no! That means they must be back,” Solo moaned.”Illya? Where are you?”

“Under my desk. I am hiding from JantoJones...”



* Ref to "The Fourth Wall Again"

Comments

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Yay. Let's the games begin. :D

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Vroom vroom! Thank you! :D It's good to be back, though vacation was nice.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry. I'll find him :-) I don't know what he's worried about, LOL.

PS. I just snorted coffee all over my keyboard, lol.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Opps sorry about that! I figured you'd enjoy it. Should have posted a 'don't drink coffee warning'..."o,

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Heh, he can hide but he can't hide. Janto will find him. Nice one.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Yes she always does! See what I meant about the tie-in with April? lol!

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for this enjoyable drabble. Love the last line.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! So did JantoJones. LOL!

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

LOL! Good one!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! It's fun getting through to the fourth wall.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I laughed out loud at this!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Good, as long as you didn't spit out coffee like Janto did! Glad you enjoyed. Thanks!

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Don't come out yet, Illya. I'll let you know when the coast is clear!

Terrific drabble!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Too lat though, JantoJones has spotted him. He was right to have that impending feeling of dread. (in her drabble)