Author: Judy/Beatle Spike
Title: Lucky Charms Aren't A Good Idea At 3 P.M.
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or Buffy. Joss, the WB, and Mutant Enemy do. The WB owns the Pinky and the Brain theme song. And I don't own the Lucky Charms leprechaun guy.
Distribution: Anyone who asks nicely.
Author's Notes: This is really bad and really short. But enjoy it anyway!
Angel had been watching TV since sunup. Now he was thoroughly convinced that Meteorite never should have broken up with Boulder, even if he was sleeping with her sister.
In addition to his television marathon, Angel was also on his fifth bowl of Lucky Charms. He loved them, despite that guy on the box who lowered Ireland's status as a *good* country in one commercial. Every time Angel saw a commercial he wanted to get his hands around the little wanker's neck and squeeze the life out of him.
Buffy was watching her boyfriend with an amused smile as he bounced around the room. She had stopped off at his apartment after school.
"Someone's sugar high," Buffy commented.
"No I'm not," said the vampire, even though he obviously was. He grabbed the remote control off the TV and changed the channel. "As the World Hurtles Rapidly Toward the Sun" went off and "Pinky and the Brain" came on. He sang along to the theme song: "Pinky and the Brain, yes Pinky and the Brain. One is a genius; the other is insane. They're laboratory mice; their genes have been spliced. They're Pinky and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain."
"Where did you learn that song?"
"I watch it every day, Buffy."
"Despite the fact that it comes on during what, for you, is the middle of the night?"
"I never knew my boyfriend was a WB addict. That is sooo sad. They hardly ever put anything of quality on anymore."
"Uh-uh. The cartoons are good."
"Somehow I'm not seeing a 242 year old vampire as liking cartoons."
"Well, Spike likes 'Animaniacs'."
"Yeah. Say, do you want any Lucky Charms?"
A knock came at the door. "I'll get it," said Angel. He opened it carefully (even though there wasn't any sunlight that could possibly have gotten in, because it was an semi-underground apartment).
"Oh my god! What are you doing here?"
"Angel, glad you remembered me! And 'ow're we doin' these days?"
"Sam, you little git! I thought I told you to stay the hell away from me."
"Well, seein' as 'ow I told you that if you ate me Lucky Charms I could find you anywhere..."
"I can't help it."
"I thought you had kicked your 'habit'."
"I can't stop! Arrrgh!"
Angel took the little leprechaun between his hands and squished the life out of him.
"Who was it, Angel?"
"Oh, nothing," said the sugar-hyped vamp. He smiled, feeling an odd sense of closure.
Because, you see, he had dreamed the whole thing.