Reason to be Challenge - a fic for sidhe_uaine42
Title: Reasons to be Photogenic
Genre: The Minions, Are You Being Served
Rating: G
Prompt: A forgotten photograph tucked away somewhere is the catalyst for an unexpected journey.
sidhe_uaine42, my thanks to you for playing along and also my thanks to nursesparky for her beta help.
Rainy days were always a bit of a frustration, at least above ground. Down in the lab, rain or shine, it didn’t matter. Nor did it matter whether it was day or night, the work was always the same. Outside the lab, the work depending very much upon the weather.
While Bob didn’t mind working in the house, there were times when he missed life underground especially since Gru decided that the rainy weather was the perfect time to clean out closets.
Bob caught sight of himself in the hall mirror and adjusted his frilly apron. He thought he looked rather fetching as a maid. His chain of thought was broken as a box of photos was thrusted into his arms by Kevin and he sneezed.
“Bles tu,” Kevin murmured, returning to the closet with a heavy step.
“Tank kew.” He carried them to the sofa, but as Bob approached, Kyle growled a soft warning. Bob hesitated and a shadow engulfed him. He looked up and sighed. He was saved.
“Kyle, get down or go outside, those are your choices.” Gru pointed his finger and, grumbling, Kyle climbed off the couch and retreated to his pet bed in the corner. Gru was amazed as Kyle rarely listened to him - ever.
Bob held up the box and Gru took it from him, peering inside. “These photos are even older than me,” he muttered. “They must be Mom’s.” He made a face. “Ugh! We should burn them.”
“No,” Bob and Kevin said together and then looked at each other in surprise.
“What? I don’t know any of these… wait a minute…” He took a photo out of the box and turned it over. “I’m wrong, I do know her.”
“Er hir’s tav. ” Stuart pulled out another one “Muggey da yee la hir’s purple.”
“Donde tos ba?”
“London I think. She worked in a department store. She and Mom spent time on a farm there during the war.” Gru smiled at the thought of war and of his London memories. The last time he’d been in London, he ended up with a few dozen minions in his wake.
Bob hesitated and shook his head hard. London, Scarlet Overkill, a near loss of his teddy, it was too much for the small minion.
“No,” he shouted and raced from the room, feather duster quivering in his wake.
Gru thought about it for a moment and he smiled evilly. Perhaps this woman had some stories about his mother as a young girl. They might be… worthy of his attention. “You know, maybe we should visit and see if we can track Mom’s friend down.”
Kevin looked at Gru and started to laugh manically. “Cala orc!”
The minions, all wearing unlikely disguises, were doing their best to keep low profiles, which was usually easy when you are only three feet tall. It didn’t seem to be working on the streets of London.
“Bada pik tis!” Kevin shouted and pointed. They all headed towards the tall building, ignorant of the staring people and traffic around them as a yellow tidal wave swept forward.
“Now, don’t break anything you don’t want coming out of your paycheck,” Gru shouted as the minions started to enter to the store.
“Si, si,” Keven promised as they disappeared inside, all except Bob, who was keeping very close to his boss. It just seemed safer that way..
Stuart ran back up to them, grabbed Gru’s hand and pulled. “Boss, boss!”
“Yes, Stuart?”
“Po verlo!”
He followed the anxious minion up two flights of stairs. At the top of them, Gru found himself wading through a sea of minions. Stuart paused, waiting for Gru to catch up with him. As Gru came out onto the department floor, Stuart pointed.
“Pak!”
The woman was standing behind a counter bearing a series of display busts, all wearing various styles of bras. She had on a standard brown and white uniform of Grace Brothers, but there were so many ruffles around and down her front, it looked as if her throat was being attacked by them. It was when she looked up that the whole image was complete, down to the rainbow-colored hair.
“Klawn we de mek posin fred.”
Bob clung to Gru’s leg and Gru’s mouth moved for a moment, then he squeaked out. “That’s her. That’s my mother’s friend. That’s Mrs. Slocomb.”
“It explains a lot,” Gru murmured, but he walked over to the counter and smiled pleasantly at the woman. “Can you help me?”
It seemed, for a few seconds, that Mrs. Slocomb actually debated the question. “How may I assist you?”
He held up a photo. “I was wondering if you remembered this?”
The photo was scanned and then grabbed from him. “That’s me old girlfriend. We were evacuated to Tiverton years ago. How did you get this?”
“I found it in a closet. I’m her son.”
Immediately, the minions crowded around as well. Bob clutched Gru’s leg as Mrs. Slocomb studied him. “And these?”
Fearful expressions and hopeful looks fixated themselves on Gru. He smiled and patted Bob’s head. “These, too. We’re all family.”
After a moment, she ventured. “My word, she has been busy.”
Bob’s lip quivered, but bravely he held up his small teddy and helped it to wave a tiny paw. “Bello.”
Immediately, Mrs. Slocomb’s expression softened and she bent down to shake the bear’s paw. “Hello there. Welcome to Grace Brothers.”
“Thank you.” Gru said. “I was wondering if I could take you to dinner this evening… unescorted, that is.” There was a loud whine of protest from the minions, then Kevin saw it… And it was wonderful... And it was good. He tugged on the hem of Gru’s coat.
“Oi, boss!”
“I’m trying to negotiate here. What do you what?”
“Pak!”
“Fine, just go and let me finish here.” Words he would later come to regret as a tidal wave of minions swept forward towards the Men’s Ready-made department.
There was a scream and Gru looked over to see a man jump up onto the top of his counter and clutch his chest.
“Glass of water for Mr. Humphries,” shouted another.
“Oh, dear.”
“Never mind them, pet. When are you picking me up for dinner?”
There was a loud crash and some sort of alarm sounded. Gru grimaced. “Now?”
“Good idea! I’ll get my bag!”
If nothing else, at least life with the minions was never boring.
Er hir’s tav. - Her hair’s green
Muggey da yee la hir’s purple - “Here’s another one and her hair’s purple.”
Donde tos ba - where was this?
Cala orc - Road trip!
Bada pik tis! There it is!
Po verlo - Come see!
Pak - That!
Klawn we de mek posin fred - Scary clown.
Bello - Hello
Oi, boss - Hey boss
Pak - That!
Genre: The Minions, Are You Being Served
Rating: G
Prompt: A forgotten photograph tucked away somewhere is the catalyst for an unexpected journey.
sidhe_uaine42, my thanks to you for playing along and also my thanks to nursesparky for her beta help.
Rainy days were always a bit of a frustration, at least above ground. Down in the lab, rain or shine, it didn’t matter. Nor did it matter whether it was day or night, the work was always the same. Outside the lab, the work depending very much upon the weather.
While Bob didn’t mind working in the house, there were times when he missed life underground especially since Gru decided that the rainy weather was the perfect time to clean out closets.
Bob caught sight of himself in the hall mirror and adjusted his frilly apron. He thought he looked rather fetching as a maid. His chain of thought was broken as a box of photos was thrusted into his arms by Kevin and he sneezed.
“Bles tu,” Kevin murmured, returning to the closet with a heavy step.
“Tank kew.” He carried them to the sofa, but as Bob approached, Kyle growled a soft warning. Bob hesitated and a shadow engulfed him. He looked up and sighed. He was saved.
“Kyle, get down or go outside, those are your choices.” Gru pointed his finger and, grumbling, Kyle climbed off the couch and retreated to his pet bed in the corner. Gru was amazed as Kyle rarely listened to him - ever.
Bob held up the box and Gru took it from him, peering inside. “These photos are even older than me,” he muttered. “They must be Mom’s.” He made a face. “Ugh! We should burn them.”
“No,” Bob and Kevin said together and then looked at each other in surprise.
“What? I don’t know any of these… wait a minute…” He took a photo out of the box and turned it over. “I’m wrong, I do know her.”
“Er hir’s tav. ” Stuart pulled out another one “Muggey da yee la hir’s purple.”
“Donde tos ba?”
“London I think. She worked in a department store. She and Mom spent time on a farm there during the war.” Gru smiled at the thought of war and of his London memories. The last time he’d been in London, he ended up with a few dozen minions in his wake.
Bob hesitated and shook his head hard. London, Scarlet Overkill, a near loss of his teddy, it was too much for the small minion.
“No,” he shouted and raced from the room, feather duster quivering in his wake.
Gru thought about it for a moment and he smiled evilly. Perhaps this woman had some stories about his mother as a young girl. They might be… worthy of his attention. “You know, maybe we should visit and see if we can track Mom’s friend down.”
Kevin looked at Gru and started to laugh manically. “Cala orc!”
The minions, all wearing unlikely disguises, were doing their best to keep low profiles, which was usually easy when you are only three feet tall. It didn’t seem to be working on the streets of London.
“Bada pik tis!” Kevin shouted and pointed. They all headed towards the tall building, ignorant of the staring people and traffic around them as a yellow tidal wave swept forward.
“Now, don’t break anything you don’t want coming out of your paycheck,” Gru shouted as the minions started to enter to the store.
“Si, si,” Keven promised as they disappeared inside, all except Bob, who was keeping very close to his boss. It just seemed safer that way..
Stuart ran back up to them, grabbed Gru’s hand and pulled. “Boss, boss!”
“Yes, Stuart?”
“Po verlo!”
He followed the anxious minion up two flights of stairs. At the top of them, Gru found himself wading through a sea of minions. Stuart paused, waiting for Gru to catch up with him. As Gru came out onto the department floor, Stuart pointed.
“Pak!”
The woman was standing behind a counter bearing a series of display busts, all wearing various styles of bras. She had on a standard brown and white uniform of Grace Brothers, but there were so many ruffles around and down her front, it looked as if her throat was being attacked by them. It was when she looked up that the whole image was complete, down to the rainbow-colored hair.
“Klawn we de mek posin fred.”
Bob clung to Gru’s leg and Gru’s mouth moved for a moment, then he squeaked out. “That’s her. That’s my mother’s friend. That’s Mrs. Slocomb.”
“It explains a lot,” Gru murmured, but he walked over to the counter and smiled pleasantly at the woman. “Can you help me?”
It seemed, for a few seconds, that Mrs. Slocomb actually debated the question. “How may I assist you?”
He held up a photo. “I was wondering if you remembered this?”
The photo was scanned and then grabbed from him. “That’s me old girlfriend. We were evacuated to Tiverton years ago. How did you get this?”
“I found it in a closet. I’m her son.”
Immediately, the minions crowded around as well. Bob clutched Gru’s leg as Mrs. Slocomb studied him. “And these?”
Fearful expressions and hopeful looks fixated themselves on Gru. He smiled and patted Bob’s head. “These, too. We’re all family.”
After a moment, she ventured. “My word, she has been busy.”
Bob’s lip quivered, but bravely he held up his small teddy and helped it to wave a tiny paw. “Bello.”
Immediately, Mrs. Slocomb’s expression softened and she bent down to shake the bear’s paw. “Hello there. Welcome to Grace Brothers.”
“Thank you.” Gru said. “I was wondering if I could take you to dinner this evening… unescorted, that is.” There was a loud whine of protest from the minions, then Kevin saw it… And it was wonderful... And it was good. He tugged on the hem of Gru’s coat.
“Oi, boss!”
“I’m trying to negotiate here. What do you what?”
“Pak!”
“Fine, just go and let me finish here.” Words he would later come to regret as a tidal wave of minions swept forward towards the Men’s Ready-made department.
There was a scream and Gru looked over to see a man jump up onto the top of his counter and clutch his chest.
“Glass of water for Mr. Humphries,” shouted another.
“Oh, dear.”
“Never mind them, pet. When are you picking me up for dinner?”
There was a loud crash and some sort of alarm sounded. Gru grimaced. “Now?”
“Good idea! I’ll get my bag!”
If nothing else, at least life with the minions was never boring.
Er hir’s tav. - Her hair’s green
Muggey da yee la hir’s purple - “Here’s another one and her hair’s purple.”
Donde tos ba - where was this?
Cala orc - Road trip!
Bada pik tis! There it is!
Po verlo - Come see!
Pak - That!
Klawn we de mek posin fred - Scary clown.
Bello - Hello
Oi, boss - Hey boss
Pak - That!