Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Hard Working Life of the Gundam Pilots ❯ Circus Pizza Delivery ( Chapter 3 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Yasashii 
Poor Trowa...someone should have taught him how to drive. Co-starring: Pinky and the Brain, the Oompa Loompas...scary little midgets, aren't they?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 862 | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
Poor Trowa...someone should have taught him how to drive. Co-starring: Pinky and the Brain, the Oompa Loompas...scary little midgets, aren't they?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 862 | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
The Hard Working Life of the Gundam Pilots 03
By: Yasashii
Disclaimers: Of course I don't own Gundam Wing! If I did, I wouldn't be writing this for the hell
of it. ;)
NOTE: Okay, let me get this straight. Hello, everybody! I am completely, totally, utterly,
no doubt about it INSANE. I write this stuff because the thought amuses me and I thought everyone
might enjoy my crazy sesnse of humour. I don't try to make it make sense!! Just bear with me.
I'm trying to go for totally politically incorrect and out-of-character zaniness.Ah, me. But, if
by any chance you have any questions you would like me to answer, just e-mail me. I love e-mail!
I will respond, no matter how stupid the question may be! You can reach me at:
krishella@hotmail.com
LAST NOTE: Okay, before I weird anybody out, there are Oompa Loompas in this fic. That annoying
song of theirs got stuck in my head and it was incorporated into my fic. Pinky and the Brain are
in it too. There is no plausible reason for it, so there! >b
~Yasashii
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It is now night time at a local pizza joint where our next victim.......uh, I mean, pilot,
awaits his orders and for his shift to begin as a pizza delivery boy.
Trowa: This time I won't turn the steering wheel so hard that it comes off.
THWACK! A knife with notebook paper attatched lands mere inches from Trowa's head:
Trowa,
Don't disappoint me this time, pal. You comlpetely totaled the Chevy pickup last night.
The light poles are supposed to be there and they are not search lights! I'm praying that your
shift goes well. Ciao!
Luv always,
Catherine
Below her note, a list of addresse indicated the places where he needed to go to tonight.
With a heavy sigh, Trowa put on his cap, gathered up the pizzas, and headed out the door.
It was a beautiful night, no clouds, there was a slight breeze, all was quiet and calm.....
..................... until tou drive out to hightway 47. People were honking their horns left and
right and many, I repeat, MANY cars were in the ditch. In front of it all, Trowa was pushing
80mph, using his brakes unpredictably and he didn't use his blinkers. In other words, he was
driving like a maniac or an old man in a hat, whichever you prefer.(of course, I'm not surprised
since it must be hard to see past his unibang sometimes.)
Trowa: (hearing the horns) Sorry!(he yells out the window) Outta my way! I got pizzas to deliver!
By this time, there are various dents in the car from driving over curbs, into trees and
lamp posts, into pay phones, into other people's garages/ living rooms/ kitchens/ bathrooms, and
from people throwing various objects at him because of his 'driving.' A 'BUMP!' is heard
closely followed by the screeching of a cat.
Trowa: Oops. That's the third cat I've run over tonight.(he's saying all his lines with a
straight face)
Oompa Loompas:(crossing the road, singing......) Oompa loompa doo-pi-ty----AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!(all
Oompa Loompas scamper off the road in terror as Trowa and his car of doom descend upon them.
Well, all except one. This is a very angry Oompa Loompa. Let's call him Fred for the sake of
a name.)
Fred:(flips Trowa the bird and sings at the top of his little lungs...)
Oompa loompa doo-pi-ty-dee, keep your fucking car away from me! What do you get from someone who
can't drive? An accident is sure to arrive! Oompa loompa doo-pi-ty-dip, there's no need to act
like a prick! You will live in happiness too, with the Oompa Loompa doo-pi-ty-doo!(Trowa proceeds
to run him over)
Trowa: I never liked Oompa Loompas.(Splat!)(A.N.-psychotic, isn't it? You think he would've
totaled the car by now.)(Anyway, down the street a little ways........)
Brain: Pinky, the plan has failed.(Pinky is is seemingly staring off into space, but he's really
watching Trowa come toward them) Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but where are we going to find a giant spatula to peel ourselves off the
pavement with later?(Trowa chooses this moment to run them over, leaving a giant spatula to be
desired as they are very much flattened to the road)
Brain: Pinky, remind me to hurt you later.(Brain's back cracks) I hurt.
These are the kinds of things that happen the rest of the night. But where are the
police? They never know he is out there because anyone who sees this deilvery boy doesn't live to
tell about it. Look on th bright side, he got all the pizzas delivered. But the saddest thing was,
he accidentally ran over the original Cadbury bunny and three more fire hydrants, and the car
stopped running when he was in the middle of the golf course. Oh, well. There's always tomorrow
night.............
End...........for the meantime (evil laughter can be heard echoing off the walls).
Don't flame me too bad for running Fred over. Oompa Loompas get annoying if you watch them enough.
~Yasashii
By: Yasashii
Disclaimers: Of course I don't own Gundam Wing! If I did, I wouldn't be writing this for the hell
of it. ;)
NOTE: Okay, let me get this straight. Hello, everybody! I am completely, totally, utterly,
no doubt about it INSANE. I write this stuff because the thought amuses me and I thought everyone
might enjoy my crazy sesnse of humour. I don't try to make it make sense!! Just bear with me.
I'm trying to go for totally politically incorrect and out-of-character zaniness.Ah, me. But, if
by any chance you have any questions you would like me to answer, just e-mail me. I love e-mail!
I will respond, no matter how stupid the question may be! You can reach me at:
krishella@hotmail.com
LAST NOTE: Okay, before I weird anybody out, there are Oompa Loompas in this fic. That annoying
song of theirs got stuck in my head and it was incorporated into my fic. Pinky and the Brain are
in it too. There is no plausible reason for it, so there! >b
~Yasashii
********************************************** ************************************************
It is now night time at a local pizza joint where our next victim.......uh, I mean, pilot,
awaits his orders and for his shift to begin as a pizza delivery boy.
Trowa: This time I won't turn the steering wheel so hard that it comes off.
THWACK! A knife with notebook paper attatched lands mere inches from Trowa's head:
Trowa,
Don't disappoint me this time, pal. You comlpetely totaled the Chevy pickup last night.
The light poles are supposed to be there and they are not search lights! I'm praying that your
shift goes well. Ciao!
Luv always,
Catherine
Below her note, a list of addresse indicated the places where he needed to go to tonight.
With a heavy sigh, Trowa put on his cap, gathered up the pizzas, and headed out the door.
It was a beautiful night, no clouds, there was a slight breeze, all was quiet and calm.....
..................... until tou drive out to hightway 47. People were honking their horns left and
right and many, I repeat, MANY cars were in the ditch. In front of it all, Trowa was pushing
80mph, using his brakes unpredictably and he didn't use his blinkers. In other words, he was
driving like a maniac or an old man in a hat, whichever you prefer.(of course, I'm not surprised
since it must be hard to see past his unibang sometimes.)
Trowa: (hearing the horns) Sorry!(he yells out the window) Outta my way! I got pizzas to deliver!
By this time, there are various dents in the car from driving over curbs, into trees and
lamp posts, into pay phones, into other people's garages/ living rooms/ kitchens/ bathrooms, and
from people throwing various objects at him because of his 'driving.' A 'BUMP!' is heard
closely followed by the screeching of a cat.
Trowa: Oops. That's the third cat I've run over tonight.(he's saying all his lines with a
straight face)
Oompa Loompas:(crossing the road, singing......) Oompa loompa doo-pi-ty----AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!(all
Oompa Loompas scamper off the road in terror as Trowa and his car of doom descend upon them.
Well, all except one. This is a very angry Oompa Loompa. Let's call him Fred for the sake of
a name.)
Fred:(flips Trowa the bird and sings at the top of his little lungs...)
Oompa loompa doo-pi-ty-dee, keep your fucking car away from me! What do you get from someone who
can't drive? An accident is sure to arrive! Oompa loompa doo-pi-ty-dip, there's no need to act
like a prick! You will live in happiness too, with the Oompa Loompa doo-pi-ty-doo!(Trowa proceeds
to run him over)
Trowa: I never liked Oompa Loompas.(Splat!)(A.N.-psychotic, isn't it? You think he would've
totaled the car by now.)(Anyway, down the street a little ways........)
Brain: Pinky, the plan has failed.(Pinky is is seemingly staring off into space, but he's really
watching Trowa come toward them) Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but where are we going to find a giant spatula to peel ourselves off the
pavement with later?(Trowa chooses this moment to run them over, leaving a giant spatula to be
desired as they are very much flattened to the road)
Brain: Pinky, remind me to hurt you later.(Brain's back cracks) I hurt.
These are the kinds of things that happen the rest of the night. But where are the
police? They never know he is out there because anyone who sees this deilvery boy doesn't live to
tell about it. Look on th bright side, he got all the pizzas delivered. But the saddest thing was,
he accidentally ran over the original Cadbury bunny and three more fire hydrants, and the car
stopped running when he was in the middle of the golf course. Oh, well. There's always tomorrow
night.............
End...........for the meantime (evil laughter can be heard echoing off the walls).
Don't flame me too bad for running Fred over. Oompa Loompas get annoying if you watch them enough.
~Yasashii