"April Fools, Napoleon Solo Style" a non-challenge story for April Fools Day!

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It was April Fool’s Day 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 suspected it was Napoleon Solo, though they couldn’t prove it. He was a well known prankster the year round.

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 he needed to look at the keyboard to type, but them being out of order was just bothersome. He didn't like anyone messing with his equipment.

“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.” Napoleon wouldn’t admit he was indeed the guilty party. Truth be told, that was the only prank he'd pulled today.

As Solo sat in his chair, he suddenly felt a cold squishy feeling under his derriere. Leaping to his feet he saw what remained of a dish of 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,” he huffed.

A few minutes later Mark Slate appeared, bringing with him a dish of whipped cream 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 put the the dish in an unsuspecting place and skedaddled out the door.

Napoleon returned a few minutes later, dressed in a snappy double breasted 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 suddenly felt something cold and slippery on his hand, and withdrew it, finding it covered with the whipped cream, along with his shirt cuff and the end of the sleeve to his jacket.

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

“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.

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

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 and he was sure it was the Russian's doing.

The doors opened and he stepped in and was instantly drenched with a bucket of water that toppled down from where it had been suspended above the door.

He slowly wiped his face with his hands, looking to Illya, “I know you had nothing to do with it, right.”

“So you finally believe me?”

“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 in the face, followed by a custard one, a chocolate cream and who knew what else.

They were all thrown by none other that Mark Slate and everyone else Napoleon had pranked today and throughout the year.

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

Illya handed 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, a look of sheer dread in their eyes. Most of them headed to the Commissary and avoided their offices for the moment until they could come up with a defensive strategy.

“How did you know who was in on this and have time to set up pranks their offices?” Illya asked, as 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.

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Chuckle...:D Thank you thank you!! Purrrrr!