Date sent:        Sun, 28 Sep 1997 09:35:32 -0400
From:             Joe Fayz <jfayz@webbernet.net>

Title: Cocktail Weenie?
Author: Chris and AJ Fayz
Classification: V, H
Rating: G, fun for all ages
Keywords: Mulder/Scully friendship
Summary: The agents must decide what to get Skinner for his birthday.

Notes: This story takes its inspiration from a conversation by the two of us over what to get our parents for 
their anniversery.  AJ kept saying "Let's get them a cocktail weenie!" and I could just imgine Mulder and 
Scully in our places.  

Disclaimer: We aren't stealing them, our mom taught us better than that.  We're just...borrowing them for 
awhile.  


	Mulder ran into his basement office.  "Scully, did you know Skinner's 
birthday is tomorrow?"
	"No."
	"You didn't?"
	"I think we've established that point." The comment was accompanied
 by the famous Scully-look.
	"We have to get him something."
	"OK, what?"
	"How about a toupee?"
	"Mulder!!!"
	"What?"
	"That wasn't even funny!"
	"Aw sure it was!"
	"No it wasn't."
	"Yes it was."
	"Was not."
	"Was too."
	"Was not."
	"Was too."
	"Was not."
	"Scully, do you realize what you sound like?"
	"What do I sound like?"
	"A little kid."
	"Do not!"
	"Do so...wait, back to the original point, how about a cocktail weenie?"
	"A *cocktail weenie*?  Where did THAT come from?"
	"I dunno, must be an X-File, like how come you put two socks
in the dryer and ony one comes out."
	"Mulder, I thought you would've used the Hanes commercial as
conclusive evidence of alien abduction of the socks."
	"Oh.  I don't think I saw that one yet.  Anyways, to vary my theme, 
how about a cocktail dress?"
	"A cocktail dress."
	"Yeah, just think about it, he can be all nice and pretty for those
FBI parties...." He trailed off when Scully got a case of the giggles.  
	Soon, she was rolling on the floor, turning slightly blue. "Mulder,"
she gasped, "help me."
	"No Scully, you must face the dark side of the giggles alone." 
She just started laughing harder.  When she finally calmed down, she
was doing some heavy breathing.  "Hey," Mulder remarked, "next time 
you're breathing like that, call me."
	Scully hit him.
		                          ***
	The next day, Mulder and Scully hid in the darkend room behind
a desk.  When Skinner walked in and tuned on the light, thay and eight 
other agents pooped out from behind furniture and yelled "Surprise!!!!!"
	Skinner did not seem amused.  He told...well, not told, ordered...
well not ordered either....blew the agents away with the volume of his yell to 
get back to work.  Mulder and Scully didn't even have time to give him his present,
a brightly wrapped cocktail weenie.
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