"A laughing Matter"~ for the Short Affair Challenge

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Challenge: Short Affair

Prompt 1: sugar

Prompt 2: pink

Author: mrua7

Title: A laughing matter (some silliness)

Word Count: 540

“Well aren’t you just the sweetest thing?” Napoleon Solo quipped.

“Please spare me your ridiculous puns?” Kuryakin grumbled. Illya was sitting on the floor covered from head to toe in a layer of powdered sugar.

He reached out his hand for his partner to help him to his feet, but that not being forthcoming, he grabbed onto the wooden support of a nearby shelf.  There was an unexpected snap and the shelf gave way sending a large jar of pink-colored sprinkles tumbling down.

The lid must not have been on very tight, as the contents spilled all over the man.

Napoleon burst out into a fit of laughter.

Illya, now more than annoyed, got himself to his feet and shook his body the way a dog shakes when its coat is wet.  The effort covered Solo with the confectioner's mess as well.

Not to be taken advantage of, Solo picked up a small sack of flour and hurled it at the Russian, and though Illya ducked; the bag hit the wall and burst into a cloud of white, filling the room.

It was then Kuryakin began to sneeze, and looking at his partner covered in white...of course wearing a new suit, he too burst into laughter. They both started laughing so hard that they dropped to the floor, screaming with even more laughter as they tossed more sugar, sprinkles and flour at each other like a couple of kids.

The two agents had been locked in a bakery’s store room, having been relieved of all their U.N.C.L.E. gadgets, but at least they made short order of the ropes that bound their wrists, moving around in the dimly lit room which to their current situation.

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Outside the storeroom door, April Dancer and her partner heard the screams from within.

“Oh my God Mark, they’re being tortured. It sounds like they’re dying.”

“Don’t worry luv, we’ll get them out.”

Slate slammed his shoulder again and again against the warehouse door, but it wouldn’t give way. Finally in desperation he drew his gun and shot open the lock.

He and April dashed inside, weapons drawn, but expecting to see the worst.

“It might be poisonous gas,” Mark warned; unable to see through the cloud of white.

“Napoleon...Illya? Where are you? April called out, covering her mouth and nose with her hand.

“Oh we’re fine, We’re down here on the floor. We umm, just had a little mishap with a broken shelf,” Napoleon answered.

“Yes, ermm,”Illya chimed in,” a mere accident.”

“And we thought you were dying in here,” she turned away from them once she realized some childish behavior had been going on.

Napoleon stepped up behind her.” Thanks for worrying about us and coming to the rescue,” he whispered to her.

April clicked her tongue. “Sometimes I forget how much boys will be boys. By the way, Mark and I took care of the satrap while you two were having your fun in here."

She walked away, but Napoleon, Illya and even Mark began to snicker as there were two distinct white handprints on Dancer’s derriere.

“Now what’s so funny?” She demanded.

“Nothing luv. Trust me, just keep walking,” Mark grinned. He knew he’d be in for it for not telling her, but for once it was worth the laugh.

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I can see the play battle so clearly, and April is not going to be a happy woman. Thank you for the laugh.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I kinda figured we all needed a laugh today. I know I did.

[pactnmmt.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the giggles! It is fun to read a story that shows the boys in a light hearted way.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Not quite sure where the inspiration really came from. I guess sugar and pink as prompts just screamed for some silliness. As April said, boys will be boys and even the tightest wound agent needs to unwind.