Chibi Quatre and the forty Maguanacs.

Part 2.

Guess who. I only have time to write and upload this fic. Will continue others later.




Once again, Abdul was called upon to explain the mysteries of the universe to our naïve blonde chibi one afternoon.

" Abdul, will you explain the theory of relativity to me? I don't understand why time goes slower at great speed."

" No problem, Master Quatre. It's because you keep changing time zones. If you fly to California, you gain three hours on a five-hour flight, right? So if you go at the speed of light, you gain MORE time, because it doesn't take as long to get there."

" Really?"

" Of course, the theory of relativity only works when you're going west."

" Gee, that's not what Irea said at all. She must be totally off her rocker."

" Well. We men are better at abstract reasoning. Why don't you go tell her that?"

" Okay."



Rashid was strolling peacefully through the mansion when he collided with Quatre running frantically down the hallway.

" AAUUGGHH! RASHID, GET OUTTA THE WAY!!!"

" What's the matter, Master Quatre?"

" It's July!!!"

" Yes, that's right."

" Where did June go? I only have one month of summer holidays left!!"

" That's a rather long time."

" But the time is slipping through my fingers like grains of sand!! I HAVE TO HOARD EVERY MINUTE OF PRECIOUS FREEDOM!!!!"

The five-year-old then turned and toddled off in the opposite direction as fast as his little legs would carry him.

" AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!! IT'S HALF AN HOUR LATER THAN IT WAS HALF AN HOUR AGO!!!!! RUN!!!"

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Rashid watched and shook his head.

" I'd hate to be here at the end of August...."




" Irea? Will you make me a sandwich?"

" What kind?"

" Peanut butter."

" Okay."

" But use chunky peanut butter. I won't eat smooth!"

" Alright."

" Make it an open faced sandwich too! And don't put any jelly on it!"

" Fine."

" And use normal bread! None of that weird grain bread!"

" Okay, Quatre. I got it."

" Did you cut it diagonally? I like triangles better than rectangles, so be sure to cut it right!"

" Your majesty's sandwich."

" HEY! This is a closed face, horizontally cut, smooth peanut butter sandwich on weird bread with jelly! Weren't you listening?"



One afternoon, Quatre was seen skulking around the house and sneaking into the kitchen.

" Master Quatre."

" EEEP!"

" Are you alright?"

" I'm fine, Ahmed. Just REAL hungry. I think I'll make a couple of dozen sandwiches. Have you seen my rugsack?"

" Are you sure there's nothing the matter?"

" NO! Nothing's wrong, everything's fine, especially in the boiler room. I gotta go. WHERE'S MY RUGSACK?"

Once he had found it, he dumped the sandwiches into it and ran off into the garden. Ahmed scratched his head in confusion but promptly ran to the basement when he heard a shrill female voice.

" QUATRE!!!!"



Meanwhile, Quatre was busy looking for a freight train to jump aboard. He froze when he heard something crashing through the bushes.

" It must be a bear! Do I play dead or run?"

He opted for climbing the nearest tree.

" Great. Just great. I can see the papers now. " Boy, 5, killed by bear. Family saved the trouble." "

Through the foliage, he could just make out someone standing underneath the tree.

" Quatre, come down from there."

" Are you a bear?"

" No, it's me, Irea."

" AAUUGGHH, that's even worse!! CLIMB HIGHER!!!"

" Come down so I can talk to you.."

" No way. You'll kill me."

" I'm not going to kill you. I just want to make sure no-one was hurt."

" No-one was hurt. I was just trying to fix the plumbing, and the handle came off."

" Well, Abba fixed the leak now, so you can come home."

" Let's here you say you love me first."




Hassim was putting Quatre to bed one night while still contemplating what had happened that day.

" Isn't it weird how things work out?"

" What's that, Master Quatre?"

" Irea was so relieved that I didn't get hurt that all I got was a lecture on safety. She didn't even raise her voice."

" That is strange."

" Flood the house and you don't even get yelled at."

" But try keeping live worms in your father's...."

"Let's not talk about that, okay?"