"They call me mellow yellow" for the Short Affair orig. due 2/18/19

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word 1 - Chase

-Prompt Word 2 – Wool

-Prompt Colour – Yellow

Author: mrua7

Title: They call me mellow yellow

Word count: Approx. 525

There was the thrill of the chase that ran through every UNCLE agent’s blood. They were trained for it, to track and hunt down their quarry.

Not everyone was successful but most survived to fight another day and begin the race again.

Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were the top two agents in all of the Command with a high success rate as they always hit the ground running.

Between Solo’s keen sense of strategy and the tenacity of his encyclopedia like partner, they managed to out maneuver and out wit their adversaries...most of the time.

This was one of those times when that top team ended up with the short end of the stick.

The partners were in a vat that was used to dye wool and were entangled in the strands of yarn; their clothes and skin were now a bright canary yellow, even Illya’s hair.

“Well at least you don’t have to sit in the sun to bleach your hair a little more gold tovarisch.”

“Zatknis'!” Kuryakin snarled in Russian.

“No I won’t shut up. It’s your fault we’re in this mess Stanley and don’t roll your eyes at me!”

“Napoleon for pity’s sake please stop with the Laurel and Hardy quips. We have failed in our assignment and if we do not get out of this vat we may be this color permanently! It is going to be problematic explaining this to Mister Waverly.”

“Admit it was your fault.”

Kuryakin huffed. “Fine, yes it was my fault. I ran through the door without looking where I was going and that is why we fell into this vat. There are you satisfied?”

“A little.”

Illya shook his head, he was at a loss as to what else he could say. It was obvious Napoleon was looking to torment him with some of his ridiculous puns. Instead of waiting for the assault, Kuryakin went on the offensive.

“You realize this dye is going to ruin your sex life. I would imagine no woman would want a man with a canary yellow…”

“Enough! I get it!” Solo barked. He pulled himself up and out of the vat as he was less tangled than Illya.

“Please hurry, this yarn is beginning to itch.”

The American stood there for a minute, giving his partner a wicked laugh.

“You know you look sort of like a big banana. Electrical banana Is gonna be a sudden craze, electrical banana, is bound to be the very next phase...they call me mellow yellow,” he sang in that off key voice of his.

“Napoleon!”

Solo finally helped his partner up out of the vat and as they stood there dripping yellow dye, they finally couldn’t help but laugh at each other.

“I have a feeling we’ll have to use up some of our accrued vacation time until this wears off tovarisch.”

“I think I can come up with something in the lab to remove it,” Illya began wringing out his once white shirt.

“Yeah, but getting to the lab is another story.”

Kuryakin cringed, “I think you are right my friend.”

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

This is the sort of thing which would happen, as is their dialogue, Frankly, I think yellow, even bright yellow, is one of the less unfortunate colours.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

I love it! I can totally see Napoleon singing "Mellow Yellow!" This was a nice, lighthearted romp.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I get the feeling Napoleon would be able to turn it to his advantage. I'm sure there'll be at least one woman who would like to help clean him off. Mindo you, the same would go for Illya, though I imagine he would not be so forthcoming.

[threecee.livejournal.com]

I volunteer to help shower them both!