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Title: Spring Cleaning
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alyse
Fandom: Chorlton and the Wheelies
Rating: PG13 for some innuendo
Word Count: ~800
Disclaimer: I believe that Cosgrove Hall own Chorlton and the Wheelies. I'm denying all knowledge of anything else.
Author's Notes:moonlettuce made me.
For those of you who have no idea what 'Chorlton and the Wheelies' is, have a youtube clip. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mmom.
Thanks todavechicken for being brave enough to look at this for me. Or not fast enough with the running. One of the two.
Summary: It's spring in Wheelie World, and that meant that, once again, it was time for spring cleaning.
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It was spring in Wheelie World and that meant that, once again, it was time for spring cleaning.
King Otto was busy polishing his crown. Queen Doris had insisted that he needed her to help him make sure that it was rubbed just the right way. The Minister, lacking a crown, was busy polishing his staff instead. And since Zoomer had mentioned helping Jenny make sure that her springs were given a thorough workout in honour of the new season, that rather left Chorlton at a bit of a loose end.
In fact, everyone in Wheelie World seemed to be busy giving each other a helping hand and no one seemed to have time for Chorlton. Chorlton tried not to mind too much. It was only for a week or two and it made sense that they'd all be a little tied up in things, because what was spring without ensuring that every spring was ready to be sprung?
But he knew that not everyone in Wheelie World would be busy. Not everyone in Wheelie World had wheels, so not everyone in Wheelie World had wheels to polish. Perhaps he should go and pay that nice old lady up in the kettle a visit? Surely she'd be happy to see a Happiness Dragon?
With that in mind, Chorlton headed up towards Spout Hall.
Poor old Fenella. Little did Chorlton know that the kettle witch was also enjoying the onset of spring. She'd kicked Baron Von ClapTrap into one corner, where he waved his pages in a bit of a huff, and had spun poor old Reilly, the telescope, around and around until he was quite dizzy. More importantly, Reilly was now pointed very determinedly out of the kettle, muttering darkly to himself. Unfortunately, he was also pointing away from the town and that meant that he didn't see Chorlton coming.
That left Fenella with the attentions of her other servants - the spikers and the toadies. The head toadie was, in fact, popping in and out of the kettle very happily. Which meant he was also popping up and down quite happily.
For once, Fenella didn't seem to mind.
"Now, there's lovely," she cackled as the head toadie popped in and then popped out again.
Chorlton arrived at Spout Hall, beaming from ear to ear in a way that only a Happiness Dragon could. "'Ello, little old lady," he called out. "Are yer in? It's a lovely day. Do you want to come out and have a little dance?"
"Ah!" Fenella's scream of outrage echoed around the kettle as she was rudely interrupted.
"Ayup," said Chorlton, as Fenella popped up in front of him. She seemed a little out of breath. Perhaps she'd also been spring cleaning, even though she didn't have any springs. She didn't seem to be in a very good mood. Maybe she needed a hand to help her polish her kettle. It wouldn't be easy to polish the whole thing by herself.
Beneath her, the toadie popped up, took one look at Chorlton and popped away again.
"D'ya need some help, little old lady?" asked Chorlton, always a helpful Happiness Dragon.
Fenella put her head in her hands and moaned. "Where's my tablets," she groaned. "I feel one of my headaches coming on."
The toadie popped up again, this time muttering darkly about headaches, and disappeared. He didn't come back. Perhaps he was just a little tired of giving the nice little old lady a helping hand. She was only a little little old lady after all. Maybe that was why the toadie kept popping up beneath her. She probably couldn't reach the windows of the kettle on her own, poor dear.
Chorlton patted Fenella encouragingly on the shoulder. "Never mind," he said cheerfully. "I'll give yer a hand. Just let me lift yer up and soon everything will be all sparkling an' yer'll feel better."
The nice little old lady didn't seem that happy with his suggestion. She waved her arms around and said lots of things very loudly before she just sank her head back into her hands again and sobbed a little. She was probably just a little moved by his kind offer.
Chorlton patted her shoulder again. Poor little old lady. It must be hard. If the spikers kept popping up underneath her the same way that the toadies did, it was no wonder she was always so cranky.
The End
Author:
alyseFandom: Chorlton and the Wheelies
Rating: PG13 for some innuendo
Word Count: ~800
Disclaimer: I believe that Cosgrove Hall own Chorlton and the Wheelies. I'm denying all knowledge of anything else.
Author's Notes:
moonlettuce made me. For those of you who have no idea what 'Chorlton and the Wheelies' is, have a youtube clip. Written for
mmom. Thanks to
davechicken for being brave enough to look at this for me. Or not fast enough with the running. One of the two.Summary: It's spring in Wheelie World, and that meant that, once again, it was time for spring cleaning.
~*~
It was spring in Wheelie World and that meant that, once again, it was time for spring cleaning.
King Otto was busy polishing his crown. Queen Doris had insisted that he needed her to help him make sure that it was rubbed just the right way. The Minister, lacking a crown, was busy polishing his staff instead. And since Zoomer had mentioned helping Jenny make sure that her springs were given a thorough workout in honour of the new season, that rather left Chorlton at a bit of a loose end.
In fact, everyone in Wheelie World seemed to be busy giving each other a helping hand and no one seemed to have time for Chorlton. Chorlton tried not to mind too much. It was only for a week or two and it made sense that they'd all be a little tied up in things, because what was spring without ensuring that every spring was ready to be sprung?
But he knew that not everyone in Wheelie World would be busy. Not everyone in Wheelie World had wheels, so not everyone in Wheelie World had wheels to polish. Perhaps he should go and pay that nice old lady up in the kettle a visit? Surely she'd be happy to see a Happiness Dragon?
With that in mind, Chorlton headed up towards Spout Hall.
Poor old Fenella. Little did Chorlton know that the kettle witch was also enjoying the onset of spring. She'd kicked Baron Von ClapTrap into one corner, where he waved his pages in a bit of a huff, and had spun poor old Reilly, the telescope, around and around until he was quite dizzy. More importantly, Reilly was now pointed very determinedly out of the kettle, muttering darkly to himself. Unfortunately, he was also pointing away from the town and that meant that he didn't see Chorlton coming.
That left Fenella with the attentions of her other servants - the spikers and the toadies. The head toadie was, in fact, popping in and out of the kettle very happily. Which meant he was also popping up and down quite happily.
For once, Fenella didn't seem to mind.
"Now, there's lovely," she cackled as the head toadie popped in and then popped out again.
Chorlton arrived at Spout Hall, beaming from ear to ear in a way that only a Happiness Dragon could. "'Ello, little old lady," he called out. "Are yer in? It's a lovely day. Do you want to come out and have a little dance?"
"Ah!" Fenella's scream of outrage echoed around the kettle as she was rudely interrupted.
"Ayup," said Chorlton, as Fenella popped up in front of him. She seemed a little out of breath. Perhaps she'd also been spring cleaning, even though she didn't have any springs. She didn't seem to be in a very good mood. Maybe she needed a hand to help her polish her kettle. It wouldn't be easy to polish the whole thing by herself.
Beneath her, the toadie popped up, took one look at Chorlton and popped away again.
"D'ya need some help, little old lady?" asked Chorlton, always a helpful Happiness Dragon.
Fenella put her head in her hands and moaned. "Where's my tablets," she groaned. "I feel one of my headaches coming on."
The toadie popped up again, this time muttering darkly about headaches, and disappeared. He didn't come back. Perhaps he was just a little tired of giving the nice little old lady a helping hand. She was only a little little old lady after all. Maybe that was why the toadie kept popping up beneath her. She probably couldn't reach the windows of the kettle on her own, poor dear.
Chorlton patted Fenella encouragingly on the shoulder. "Never mind," he said cheerfully. "I'll give yer a hand. Just let me lift yer up and soon everything will be all sparkling an' yer'll feel better."
The nice little old lady didn't seem that happy with his suggestion. She waved her arms around and said lots of things very loudly before she just sank her head back into her hands again and sobbed a little. She was probably just a little moved by his kind offer.
Chorlton patted her shoulder again. Poor little old lady. It must be hard. If the spikers kept popping up underneath her the same way that the toadies did, it was no wonder she was always so cranky.
The End
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