Podcast Awards Crack!Fic: What About the Pinapple?
Hey guys! Instead of just begging for you to head over to PodcastAwards.com and vote for Buffy Between the Lines (because it would be the best birthday present EVER to win). I'm gonna give you some crack fic! So please go vote (use a real email address because you'll have to validate it 9 times out of 10). And then enjoy the How I Met Your Mother crack fic!
Title What About the Pinapple?
Author sl_podcast aka Tabz
Rating G
Fandom How I Met Your Mother/Psych
Characters/Pairing (if any)
A/N: While I am awesome, I do not own the rights to How I Met Your Mother or the characters, this is all for good parody fun.
That pineapple saw things that I'm not proud of, but I never remembered WHY the pineapple was there. After telling the story to my kids, it stuck with me. Of course, the pineapple wasn't important to the story (despite what Marshall said), but it's one of those things that just get stuck in your head until you feel like Barney without his suit. I'm the first to admit taking five shots wasn't the world's best idea, but how did a pineapple get involved?
While I was laying in bed, waiting for my wife, I turned the night over in my head. I was about to fall asleep when a flash of bright green appeared in my mind. Green? Where did that come from? I fell back to sleep and forgot about the whole thing for a couple weeks. Then, while in the grocery store, I picked up a pineapple. It was a basic motion, but the whole thing flooded back like Lily's mother-in-law's 7 layer salad.
It was dark outside when I went to call Robin (but now I know I was calling Trudy) so I totally missed the two guys running down the street. I didn't think much of it because guys running down the street were pretty normal in New York City. But when they got closer they were yelling at each other.
"Shawn! I swear! First we had to come all the way to New York.. now we're carrying this dumb pineapple and running for our lives."
"Gus, if you would have simply sang a song for the man, we wouldn't be in this situation."
"This isn't one of your sitcoms Shawn, that man had a gun!"
"He wasn't going to use it, much."
"Once is enough, Shawn." Gus, who was a pretty snazzy dresser neared me. "At least get rid of that dumb pinapple."
"I'll have you know that a good dose of vitamin C can help in any situation." Shawn cradled the pineapple in the crook of his arm as he ran.
"Shawn!" Gus looked ready to shoot a gun himself, so Shawn, who was just passing me, shoved the pineapple in my hands.
"There! You happy Gus!?" And Shawn sprinted off.
And that, my friends, is how I got a pineapple on that fateful night with Trudy.
Title What About the Pinapple?
Author sl_podcast aka Tabz
Rating G
Fandom How I Met Your Mother/Psych
Characters/Pairing (if any)
A/N: While I am awesome, I do not own the rights to How I Met Your Mother or the characters, this is all for good parody fun.
That pineapple saw things that I'm not proud of, but I never remembered WHY the pineapple was there. After telling the story to my kids, it stuck with me. Of course, the pineapple wasn't important to the story (despite what Marshall said), but it's one of those things that just get stuck in your head until you feel like Barney without his suit. I'm the first to admit taking five shots wasn't the world's best idea, but how did a pineapple get involved?
While I was laying in bed, waiting for my wife, I turned the night over in my head. I was about to fall asleep when a flash of bright green appeared in my mind. Green? Where did that come from? I fell back to sleep and forgot about the whole thing for a couple weeks. Then, while in the grocery store, I picked up a pineapple. It was a basic motion, but the whole thing flooded back like Lily's mother-in-law's 7 layer salad.
It was dark outside when I went to call Robin (but now I know I was calling Trudy) so I totally missed the two guys running down the street. I didn't think much of it because guys running down the street were pretty normal in New York City. But when they got closer they were yelling at each other.
"Shawn! I swear! First we had to come all the way to New York.. now we're carrying this dumb pineapple and running for our lives."
"Gus, if you would have simply sang a song for the man, we wouldn't be in this situation."
"This isn't one of your sitcoms Shawn, that man had a gun!"
"He wasn't going to use it, much."
"Once is enough, Shawn." Gus, who was a pretty snazzy dresser neared me. "At least get rid of that dumb pinapple."
"I'll have you know that a good dose of vitamin C can help in any situation." Shawn cradled the pineapple in the crook of his arm as he ran.
"Shawn!" Gus looked ready to shoot a gun himself, so Shawn, who was just passing me, shoved the pineapple in my hands.
"There! You happy Gus!?" And Shawn sprinted off.
And that, my friends, is how I got a pineapple on that fateful night with Trudy.