Curious George/GGGs crossover fic.
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The Halloween party was in a few hours time and Ted was busy getting changed in his bathroom. Prince, dressed in Ted's yellow hat, shirt, trousers, boots and tie, was outside calling in to him and making sure that he wasn’t injuring himself in anyway, as he was such a clumsy person and would fall over an ant if given the chance.
“Ted hon?”
“Yeah?”
“Is everything ok in there? I thought I heard you yelping.”
“Yelping? Why would I be yelping?”
Prince bit her lip as she recalled the last time he cut himself shaving. All that blood… George went crazy.
“I don’t know why, you tell me why you’d be yelping?”
There was a pause, followed by a sharp intake of breath.
“Ted, I’m coming in there. I don’t like this…”
“NO, NO, NO! I’m ok, I promise.”
“Then what IS going on?”
“I just… Cut myself shaving. That‘s all. Yeah, cut myself.”
Prince screwed up her face. She didn’t want to have to mop up after him again. “WHAT!? Make sure you hide it from George.”
“Yeah honeycakes, don’t worry.”
There was another pause and another sharp intake of breath.
“Are you sure that’s all? You don’t sound very happy?”
“Fine… Have you seen my tie?”
Ted was trying to change the subject. Prince decided to follow suit, as it seemed he didn’t want to own up to whatever problem he had. She wasn’t going to push it. Ted could get pretty cranky.
“I think it’s on the couch. Why don’t you come get it?”
“NO, er, no. I can’t. I’m… on the toilet!”
Prince raised a brow. “O…k, well then after.”
“Can’t you pass it me through the door?”
“Stop being idle. You’ll have to come out eventually anyway when we leave for the party. You aren‘t being mardy are you?”
“Mardy?”
“Oh right, I forgot you don’t understand half my phrases… Mardy means miserable”
“I’m not miserable.”
“Yes you are.” Letting out a giggle, Prince leaned down towards the keyhole. “I bet you have a face a foot long right now!”
“AGH, NO!” Ted covered the lock with a towel.
“Oh fine, I’ll pass you the stupid tie. Just be careful with it, it’s my favourite.”
Prince strolled over to the couch and picked up her signature burgundy red tie. “So, are you looking forward to the party? I thought Dick’s idea of dressing as your partners was very interesting. I can’t wait to see Dr Claw dressed as Miss Molly, that’ll be a hoot!”
Silence…
“Don’t you think?”
Prince turned to face the bathroom door again, a frown on her face.
“Ted?”
“Have you got that tie, or not?”
“Oooh, pink handbags at dawn. Here…” She opened the door and passed it round the corner. Ted grasped hold of it and was just about to pull it back and slam the door, when Prince barged in. This was followed very quickly by gales of hysterical laughter, as she was met with the sight of Ted, a pair of girls jeans round his ankles, stood rigidly in one of her blouses which, pretty much, fit where it touched. Ted’s face was a picture of embarrassment, anger and despair. “I can’t get them on.”
“Oh Ted, you silly sod. You should have said. Come here…”
Prince walked behind him and took hold of the jeans with both hands. “Are you ready?” Ted nodded, a worried smirk just noticeable on his red face.
“SUCK IT UP, BOYO!”
“NGH!”
Prince tugged and yanked and pulled, until the jeans shot upwards past his pelvis, giving him a humungous wedgie.
“AIIIEEE!”
“Sorry hun.” Prince patted him lightly on his back.
“Hey, at least there’s one thing,” gasped Ted adjusting the jeans.
“What’s that?”
“I’m glad you don’t wear skirts!”
