T'was the UNCLE Round Robin - Chapter II

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The two men began to change into black slacks, turtlenecks, socks and shoes and then spread black grease paint on their faces.  They each put black gunnysacks on the their beds and began packing them with extra ammo clips, plastic explosives, blasting caps, detonating wire, a camera, gloves and various other sundry items that might come in handy during a reconnaissance mission.( Read more... )

More Christmas Drabbling To Be Done...

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In The Mood - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Deck the Halls with boughs of holly…

The sound of caroling could be heard from farther down, probably in the cafeteria.  Illya wondered that people were attempting to warm up this environment merely with singing.

fa la la la la… la la la la

"Say Illya, it's sounding like Christmas around here.  What do you say we grab some dinner and do a little Christmas shopping."  Napoleon was his usual exuberant self, something that caused the Russian to stiffen slightly.

"Shopping? I have no need to shop."

"Really? That's a shame."
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"Fine. But you're paying for dinner."

"Merry Christmas."

falalalala...

"I'll flip you for it" - for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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“You do not have to be smug about it.”

Napoleon Solo llicked the sweet chocolate icing from his fingers, one-at-a-time.”

“You took the bet fair and square my Russian friend.” He scraped the plate clean of any remnants of a huge piece of chocolate Christmas cake.

“I am beginning to think you cheated.”

“Moi” Napoleon appeared truly hurt.

“Yes you.”

“How could I cheat? We flipped a coin for the last piece of cake..”

“This coin?” Illya picked up a half dollar from the table.

It had two heads.

He looked up, seeing Solo hightailing it out the Commissary door.

Expectation versus Reality - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Dec 7th

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“You don’t like it,” Napoleon huffed.

He was disappointed at his partner’s reaction; especially since he had worked so hard.

“I did not say that I disliked it,” Illya stated calmly.

“Not with words, but the look of horror on your face told me as much. You said you had no problem with my doing this.”

“I did not and still do not. I just wasn’t expecting there to be quite so much.”

Napoleon looked around their shared office, which was a riot of shiny colour, tilting his head in thought

“Okay, maybe I did slightly overdo the Christmas decorations.

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