"My Pot O' Gold!!! I left it right here, in this very spot, and now 'tis gone! Completely disappeared! 'Tisn't right to be stealin' a leprechaun's gold, when he worked so hard to steal it himself."

*sniff* *sniff*

"I be smellin' immortals afoot, and mortals, too, lady mortals at that. And what's that? A delicate scent of ... mothballs! A closet creature! My worst nightmare!"

*sniff* sniff*

"What is this place? It smells of immortals brave and womanly wiles and, yes, that closet creature as well. I know my gold must be concealed here someplace. Oh lookee there! The ladies are cavortin' in the meadow, enjoying the first signs of spring. I'll be searchin' the house, then, and they won't even know I've been here."

*sniff* *sniff*

"Ah, it may not be my pot of gold - but golden 'tis!..."

Methos entered the kitchen, thirsty after his morning ride. After operating his beer dispenser with hardly a thought, he lifted the mug to his lips.

The howl was heard throughout the house. "What the hell happened to my beer??? It's GREEN!"

Og searched high and low, from attic to cellar, enjoying a wee dram or two of the whiskey he found there below. "Whisky," the redheaded immortal slurred in the corner, "not whiskey. Don' let MacLeod hear you call it whiskey. um um, nah ah."

"Sleep, lad. You'll be right as rain in the mornin'."

There was only one place left to search, but Og thought the locks were too obvious. They wouldn't have hidden it there, in the closet with all the locks would they?

The leprechaun sniffed at the door, and could smell the closet creature, and heard the tell-tale childish singing.

"...green ally-gadors n lawn nekkid geez, sum hum-dee back kamls and sum chimpansies ..." A fearful howlin from within set Og back on his heels, but then he could hear the giggling and the clapping hands. "U so funi, Connie!"

He sniffed at the bottom of the door and got a snootful of glitter and he sneezed. "Lucky, go outside and play!" a voice ordered.

"Lucki, cum insyd n play!" The doorknob rattled, and Og took off. If they caught him, he'd have to give them more of his treasure, and that wasn't likely to happen if he could be helpin' it!

Duncan promised the Clan a traditional St. Patrick's Day meal for lunch, and he began pulling the ingredients together for a pasta meal.

Methos, leaning against the counter top, waved the mug of green beer in his direction. "Pasta? It's supposed to be Irish, not Italian."

"I didn't say Irish, I said St. Paddy's day," MacLeod reached for the green food coloring.

"Aha! You are the culprit!"

"I didn't touch your beer, Methos, I didn't have a chance before someone else beat me too it."

"It's a dirty trick," Methos sighed, "but hardly unexpected. I'll be out watching the girls. Have you seen the others recently?"

"Connor's with k'lynn, and I haven't seen Richie for a while. He'll turn up. Maybe he's trying to wash the green food coloring from his fingers."

"If he's wise, then he'll stay out of my way until all evidence is gone."

"Hmmm." Duncan was already beginning the meal, and had no thought for Methos and his revenge.

The Highlander squeezed food coloring into the Alfredo sauce, and added some to the water for the pasta. The green garlic butter had already been spread on the bread that was gently toasting in the oven.

Not satisfied with the color, he prepared to squeeze another drop or two into the sauce when an object was stuck in the small of his back. Green food coloring went everywhere!

"What the...!?!"

"I'll be askin' ya ta be returnin' me gold, laddie."

"Fitz?" No, couldn't be, he would have felt him. "Who are you?"

"That'd be no business of yours. I just want my gold back, and then I'll go away. That's quite a mess ya made there, boyo!"

"And it'll take all day to get the green out, you daft bugger! I don't have your gold."

"Someone here does, I could smell the lot of you. Even that closet creature!"

"k'lynn? Wait here."

A minute later, Duncan returned, and handed the leprechaun the pot of gold he had been seeking. "Here it is, now work some magic and get the green off the counter top."

"Magic? I'm a leprechaun, not a magician. Call Merry Maids!" And he fled with his treasure.

Duncan began scrubbing, but instead of getting rid of the stain, it seemed to spread.

and spread...

and spread...

a voice crackled over the intercom.

A very Irish voice.

"In keepin' with the 'onorable tradition of St.Paddy's day, I've taken the liberty of decoratin' your board. Interest on the gold, you might be sayin'. Top of the morning to ya!"

"And the rest of the day to yourself!" Duncan muttered.

Og
Sun Mar 16 2003

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