Disclaimer: Voices wanted to see DeathScythe wrapped up like a twinkie. Hey, who am I to argue?!

Snack Foods

By Icka! M. Chif

"Duo!! Omae o korosu!!!" The oft heard battle cry rang from the hanger through the safe house the Gundam pilots were staying at. Without even having to look for the braided pilot, everyone could just see him cringe.

There was a bit of a silence, then Duo's voice echoed through the house as well. "Unless it has to do with the giant snail, I didn't do it!!!"

Duo obviously didn't think it had to do with the giant snail, or he wouldn't have wasted his breath shouting back. He wouldn't be on the premises at all. He'd currently be running for it.

There was an equally long pause as Heero absorbed this information. "Lime Jell-O?" Heero ventured, a bit softer in tone, but still loud enough to keep the echo.

Once more, the silence permeated the safe house. Bit it was a softer silence, like the kind just before the other shoe drops.

Then lots of shoes dropped as the other Gundam pilots rushed to the hanger where their Gundams were stored. They were brought to a crashing halt (into each other) as they caught sight of Gundam Wing.

Looking like some deranged ghost had decided to take it's revenge on the large mega. It was completely covered in lime green Jell-O, about an inch thick. 

Duo looked at the large Gundam in awe, his eyes appearing to grow twice their size as he absorbed this information. "Whoa... I'm envious..."

Heero shot him a glare of death. "You didn't do it?" It wasn't exactly a question, but it wasn't exactly a statement either.

"I wish!" Duo's face split into a huge grin. "Man, I'd never even thought it was possible!"

"Yes, but Lime Jell-O?" Heero snorted in distaste. "Why couldn't it have been raspberry?"

What ever Duo's retort might have been, it was cut off by Trowa quietly commenting "There's a maraschino cherry on HeavyArms."

Wu Fei snorted. "Wing Gundam is covered in Jell-O and you're worried about a small cher-" He quickly shut his mouth as he caught sight of HeavyArms.

The maraschino cherry covered the entire mecha from neck to knee. It wasn't exactly obvious how it was there, but it was there, and firmly attached to the mecha.

"Where did someone find a maraschino cherry large enough to do that with?!" Duo cheered, his eyes sparkling madly.

"Swiped it from Oz's stock piles." Quatre said innocently, if you discounted the hyper gleam in his eyes. "Do you think they'll miss it?"

"What was Oz doing with a giant maraschino cherry?" Trowa mused.

"I do not think I want to know." Wu Fei frowned. He wandered off, away from the insanity.

"NOOOOO!!!!" Duo's hear wrenching wail drew their attention from the absurdly red HeavyArms. "My Baby!!!"

The Deathscythe was completely wrapped up in a blanket of angel food cake. The only thing visible was the tip of the scythe at the top and a bit of the toes at the bottom.

"DEATH DOES NOT HAVE A CREAMY CENTER!!!" Duo ranted, hopping up and down.

It almost looked like Heero and Trowa had to struggle to prevent themselves from smiling. Almost. From a certain angle and standing on your head. And then if you were very, very drunk. Or on an insane sugar high.

Quatre giggled.

Trowa turned to Quatre, a serious look in his eye. "SandRock?" He questioned.

"Chocolate chip cookie dough!" Quatre grinned. "The Dragon Fist came in handy for something after all!"

"NATAKU!!!" Wu Fei bellow rivaled Heero's first shout for loudness, but surpassed it in emotion.

Trowa raised and eyebrow at the blonde. "Crunchy Chocolate syrup." Quatre smiled. "Acts like a protective coating. Tastes good too!"

Trowa looked like he wanted to bury his head in his hands. Duo looked livid, Heero looked minorly irked and Wu Fei was bound to show up any second.

"Quatre, I'm going to ask you something once, and then you're going to have about 5 seconds to respond." He said calmly.

"Okay!" Quatre bubbled.

"Why did you do this?"

"Well, we needed funds for the Gundams because ammo's not cheap. Then I got the idea of making candy Gundams and selling the to Oz soldier, so, like, they could take their revenge on us by biting off the head of gummy Gundams and such so I made some as prototypes and they were really, really good then I began to wonder what our Gundams would look like as candy so here they are and don't they look COOL?!" 

Somehow, Quatre managed not to breathe the entire sentence while bouncing up and down on his toes. It was a feat worthy of Duo, if said pilot hadn't been currently glaring black murder and popping his knuckles.

Heero sniffed in distaste. "Lime Jell-O?" He repeated.

The sound of singing metal alerted them that Wu Fei had found his sword and was on his way.

Trowa sighed. "Quatre?"

"Yeah?!"

"Run."

"Okay!" With an almost manic glee, Quatre skipped out of the hanger. Seconds later, Wu Fei blurred past him, hot on the Arabian's tail. There was a slight pause, then Heero and Duo followed, a gleeful grin on Duo's face as they both carried armfuls of Jell-O.

"This'll teach you not to use raspberry Jell-O!!!" Duo shouted, tossing a handful of the wiggling green mass. It flew out the door, and from the screech outside, it had hit a target. Namely Wu Fei.

Trowa did his best not to sigh again as he turned to face HeavyArms. He'd get his revenge on Quatre later. But  for now, he had to figure out some way of popping that cherry.

Fin.