Just A Peck - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…

Illya heard the recitation from a distance, wondering all the while what it amounted to and why…

Tied up and drugged with the worst kind of THRUSH concoction, Illya Kuryakin remembered hearing that droning little ditty about the pickled peppers.

"Peter Piper picked a peck've pickled poppers and pooped his pants on purpose…"

''What the… what are you talking about you crazy Russian?  I oughta…"

That's as far as he got.  Napoleon shot him with a sleep dart, then went to work untying his partner.

He would save this story… for later.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Whoa, chuckle...never quite heard it put that way.
PS will we get a followup for this story, saved for 'later?'

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's definitely not in any of the traditional versions. None.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

enjoyed this

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Good to know :D

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Funny. I imagine Illya is going to be annoyed with that 'later'.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

One could hope so :D

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I like Illya's version much better. Where was your mind wondering when you wrote this, Glenna?

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I have no excuses, just got carried away with P's... :D

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

"Pooped his pants on purpose"

LOL!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I was impressed too :D

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. I get the felling Napoleon will delight in telling Illya what he was saying.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

He should, the Russian makes so few mistakes ;)