A/N- Hey everyone! This is the first chapter of my fic, review if you want more chapters!

Disclaimer: I don't own House, SVU, Blue's Clues, or Teletubbies.

Detective John Munch is a hopeless romantic. Hard to believe, but it was true. All of those marriages, he had really believed that they would work out. He realizes now that he had never felt love like this. Those other relationships were just training for the Olympics of Love he was now living in.

He was in love with Tinky-Winky. And Po.

Their three-way marriage is hard to explain. He had been seriously dating Po for quite sometime, and went to pick her up for their date at Chuck-E-Cheese. Then, he saw the image that made his heart stop.

Her roommate, Tinky-Winky, resplendently purple and twirling in the tutu Po had worn the first time he made it to second base with her.

He knew, right then, right there, he had to have them both at the same time.

Preferably with everyone in tutus.

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Ah, Clinic Duty-Runny noses and paranoid parents.

House can’t help stick his tongue out juvenilely at a concerned mother as she exits the waiting room- she was set on the fact her son had some sort of horrible contagious rash when, in fact, he had drawn on himself with a magic marker.

“Wait.” He says out loud, spotting something in all his years in this damned clinic he has never seen. “Is that…a…teletubby?”

A man in his sixties rushes over to House, holding a purple…thing…in his arms, and what House can only guess is Tinky-Winky and Po following him, “Dr House? I’m John Munch. My baby, she’s sick.”

“Huh.” House tilts his head to the side as he glances down at the purple-with-red spots fuzzy thing in Munch’s arms, “Things just got interesting,” He grabs his cell and dials, “Dr Cameron? We have a case.”

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“Hey Blue! Guess what?” Joe shouts across his tiny red-and-yellow household.

“Ruff?” Blue responds.

“We have a new case! We got to solve the mystery of the disappearing toothpaste!” Joe says enthusiastically.

“Ruff ruff bark barrrrrk!”

“Yeah, call Magenta and Periwinkle. We’ll need all the help we can get.”

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“Infant presented with seizures and convulsing. DDX?” House writes the symptoms of the case on the board before turning to face his team.

Foreman shakes his head, “Are we supposed to ignore the fact that this thing is purple? And fuzzy? And the result of a threesome inter-species breeding!?”

“Now, now Foreman- If I was to judge you based on the colour of your skin that would be wrong.” House says, his words dripping with a generous amount of sarcasm.

Chase rolls his eyes and doesn’t look up from his crossword.

“Look, House. This is clearly someone’s idea of a joke. How hard is it to make up a teletubby costume?” Cameron asks, irritated that they were brought in on a Sunday for this.

House talks into his office, “I checked, the fuzzy’s not fake. Now run a blood panel and get the kid a CT.”

The three ducklings exchange a look and sigh.