MacNairCDC

Sept 27 2003

(Talking about Duncan wearing a bandanna) Sure looks good on him. Of course, he could wear a "Connor hat from the Lakota Flashback in The Gathering" and still look ddg!

lynnannCDC

I think that is going a bit too far, MacNair.

Connor just barely pulls that one off (might have if the wig had been better.)

MacNairCDC

You can't see Duncan in that kind of hat? Standing next to Connor, a dry sprig between his teeth, inspecting the fence they just built? I can see them both with those hats on, jammed down on their heads, grimy and sweaty and looking like bumpkins.

Duncan would have a smudge just for Sheeza's sake. >g<

lynnannCDC

It's not that I can't, it's that I don't WANT to.

Smudges, now, that's totally different!

MacNairCDC

*chortle*

Okay. I won't tell Connor or Duncan that you like those hats. Fact is, I won't tell them that you don't either. It'd be just like them to wear them and chase you up into the tree house!

"Bad Hat Day again, Connor?"

"Yes, we have to go chase lynnann, too."

lynnannCDC

MacNair looked up from the poolside just as two hats went flying out the window of the tree house.

"Some CDCers..." she sprinted away

"Have all the fun..." lahoffy continued, following the blonde.

"And two of the immortals!" Sheeza cried, close behind on the stairs. "No fair!"

"Good thing the tree house..." Sharz exclaimed at the foot of the ladder.

"Holds the entire Clan with room to spare!" hayden said, climbing the rope.

MacNairCDC

Duncan glanced up at his kinsman's strangled sound. Connor was looking out of the front tree house window. His old hat had finally fluttered down off the tree branch where lynnann tossed it in a fit of pique.

"What? It is my turn to kiss her," Duncan muttered turning his eyes back to meet lynnann's.

"We've got company."

"What kind of company?" Duncan's voice wasn't alarmed ... yet.

"Not immortal."

"That's good."

"Female."

"That's good, too."

"Eleven of them at once?"

*pause*

"Eleven?"

"Eleven, and the first one is at the rope and climbing."

*sigh* "I wasn't counting on calisthenics today..."

*Chuckle* "I'll take the first six, you take the rest."

lynnannCDC

"Some immortals," Richie began

"The lucky few," Methos agreed.

"Have all the fun, and most of the Clan. Think we should join them?"

"By all means, but let's give them a few moments first. Stress can be a good thing," Methos smirked into his beer.

"For them or us?"

"The girls. Imagine their joy when we show up?"

Richie, impetuous, decided not to wait for the old man. There was fun to be had, and he wanted his share!

MacNairCDC

The young immortal wasted no time getting to the tree house and he stood looking up a moment, listening to the laughter and merrymaking going on above him. "I hope they have some snacks up there," he sighed. "This 'taking care of the women' makes me hungry."

A particularly loud round of laughter sounded, punctuated by shouts of "Duncan!" and "That is SO poor!"

"Wow, he's really falling down on his game! I'd better get up there!"

Imagine Richie's surprise to find the entire clan wearing an assortment of baseball caps, pointed hats, Captain's hats, sombreros, and cowboy hats! The excited chattering and cat-calls ceased with Richie's abrupt entrance.

"Hey, Richie, you're just in time for 'Bad Hat Day,'" announced Connor, wearing a horrible excuse for a hat.

lynnannCDC

Someone clapped an orange bandana on Richie's head, and everyone roared in laughter.

Except lynnann, who just kept shaking her head. "I'll never complain about phfft hair again ... well, maybe not as much ... but, then they expect it, so I must. Hey, save the olive wreath for Methos--it will go well with the toga."

MacNairCDC

The ROG was not far behind, they noted. They heard the creak of the rope ladder as he put his foot onto it. They also heard the muttered oaths in some foreign tongue beneath his breath as he fought the toga, the wind, and the sway of the ladder on his way up.

A quiet fell across the throng in their unlikely headgear and they watched the opening of the tree house flooring, waiting. Duncan, closest to the place where Methos would emerge, watched more intently than anyone else.

"What the---?" barked the eldest immortal when his head popped into view and he spied the motley crew. "Oh, NO!"

"Hi, Methos," called Duncan, and he twisted a hand in the shoulder of the toga and hauled the slender immortal up into the tree house.

"No! No, you blasted sheep loving idiot! Let me go!" the ROG blustered. "I don't want to be a part of 'Bad Hat Day' around here! You guys always manage to---"

The Clan circled him.

"OW!"

"There," said lahoffy. "A perfect hat for you!"

Methos sniffed and scowled at the leaf near his face. "You've got to be kidding. Olives? I look like Jesus!"

"No, we'd have to flog you and add some thorns."

"Uh, no, then, this will be fine. Just fine."

lynnannCDC

A bag of Doritos suddenly flew through the window.

Followed by bags of M&Ms and Oreos.

"All right! Food!" Richie grabbed a bag of chips and popped it open, neatly fielding the jar of dip as it flew by.

"N E thin elz?"

"Beer dispenser?" Methos asked hopefully.

"Sillee. 2 hehvee. B ride bak."

Five minutes later a garden hose sneaked through the window as they exchanged hats yet again, and a sudden spray doused them all.

"k'lynn!" Connor roared out the window. "Turn it off!"

"okies. Den I plai wid de horziez."

She twisted the knob and floated away towards the stables ... as the hose became a twisting, writhing, out-of-control beer dispenser.

MacNairCDC

�My beer!� wailed Methos.

�My HAT!� wailed Connor.

�Please, Lord, destroy that hat,� muttered lynnann.

~finis~

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