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Miss Parker’s Rendition of
"The Flight of the Bumble Bee"
By The Princess
Disclaimer: They’re not mine
Author’s Note: This is obviously a sequel to Miss Parker’s Origami. I grew weary of the whole Thomas plot, so his surprise will only be briefly mentioned.
The Tower’s Conference Room
@ The Centre
Wednesday, May 2
NoonishMiss Parker yawned, her jaw popping, earning her looks from the rest of the Council members. She ignored them, barely sparing them a glare. She had had a busy week or two, and the last thing she needed was to sit in this meeting, listening to the Corporate employees whine about this and that. An elbow in her side reminded her to behave herself when the Tower representatives were in attendance. She turned to glare at Sydney for patronizing her, when she noticed something sitting on his lap. Subtly, she leaned over until she could get a closer look at whatever he was hiding.
On his lap sat a neatly folded paper airplane, constructed out one of the reports they had all been handed to look over during the meeting. Miss Parker hit Sydney on the arm, gaining his attention. When he looked over, she lifted an inquiring eyebrow and pointed to the plane, careful to remain discreet. Sydney smiled and tilted his head in Broots’ direction. The techie was fiddling nervously with some paper in front of him. He and Sydney never should have been at the meeting, but Miss Parker had insisted that they come. ("So she wouldn’t have to suffer alone", was her reasoning.)
Broots held three airplanes in his lap, and was slowly folding another, glancing around at the Council members, making sure they didn’t notice. Miss Parker supposed Broots had made the plane in Sydney’s lap as well. Now she wondered what they were up to. Sydney tapped Broots on the shoulder and gestured towards Miss Parker. When Broots realized she had been watching him, he flushed.
Gesturing to Miss Parker again, Sydney pointed to the planes in the tech’s lap. Broots nodded and handed Sydney two finished planes, and he passed them off to Miss Parker. She sat there, holding them beneath the table, wondering what the Hell they expected her to do with them.
"Syd, what-" she started, but Sydney just smiled and pointed to the other end of the other end of the table. Brigitte sat there, leaning back in her chair, sleeping. No one else had picked up on her mid-day nap yet, so she snoozed uninterrupted.
Miss Parker’s confused expression turned to one of malicious glee. She fingered on of the planes, staring dreamily at her sleeping stepmother.
Sydney winced regretting his decision to give Miss Parker the plane, now that he knew she would inevitably create chaos, regardless of who else was in the room.
Brigitte slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of her impending fate. The Corporate employee that had been speaking stopped abruptly as he watched the white object zip through the air and strike the Chairman’s new wife in the middle of her forehead. Brigitte woke with a start, unbalancing her chair. Despite her attempts at regaining any balance by swinging her arms in the air, the chair tipped spilling the woman onto the cold tile floor. She was unable to sneer out a curse for she had begun to choke on the lollypop that had been in her mouth throughout her nap. Instead she sat on the floor, clutching her throat as she coughed and coughed.
Mr. Parker was out of his seat and at his wife’s side as fast as his aging legs would carry him. He crouched beside her, trying to help her up, but received a smack on the side of his head, for his efforts. He grunted and stood, deciding she could help herself if she was going to be that way.
The Chairman surveyed the table of snickering business men and women, and stopped his search when his gaze fell on his daughter sitting calmly, completely straight-faced, when she should have been on the floor laughing. The psychiatrist seated next her was covering his mouth, trying to be unobtrusive with his laughter. The technician had initially laughed outright at Brigitte’s plight, but was now shifting nervously, as he had discovered the Chairman watching him.
Mr. Parker glared at the tech, making him squirm all the more, before shaking his head and turning to his son, who had appeared at his side. "What the Hell happened?" he demanded, angry.
Lyle didn’t say a word, merely handed his father a battered paper airplane, his attention on his sister the entire time.
The Chairman held the plane and stared down at it like it was a being from Mars, just beamed down and demanding to be taken to their leader. What the Hell was such an infantile toy doing flying around during a Council meeting? Unless…
Mr. Parker’s aged blue eyes raised until they bore into his daughter’s eyes, which were laughing, even as she maintained her composure… unlike her stepmother who was still on the floor making a fuss.
He summoned his most stern parental scowl, and glared across the room at her. He crooked a finger and beckoned her to come see him.
Miss Parker’s eyes widened innocently, and she pointed to herself, as if to say "Who, me?"
Mr. Parker nodded and beckoned again. He watched as his daughter reluctantly rose and made her way over to him and Lyle.
"Yes Daddy?" she asked sweetly. She planned on playing stupid for as long as was humanly possible. Who knew, maybe he didn’t suspect her?
The old man’s scowl deepened as he regarded her mock innocent expression. "What do you have to say about this?" he asked, holding up the plane for her to see.
Miss Parker paused before answering. "Nice craftsmanship?" she asked, smiling a little girl’s smile.
Lyle laughed and Mr. Parker sighed explosively. "Angel, this is not how I want our family to behave to each other! I expect you to be nice to your mother…"
"She is NOT my mother!" Miss Parker interrupted angrily. Lyle, Sydney, and Broots winced. The Chairman should have known better than to say that of all things.
Mr. Parker sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stop the oncoming headache, a gesture that mirrored one his daughter’s co-workers recognized.
Not waiting to hear anymore, Miss Parker took off back to Sydney and Broots. Lyle headed over to Brigitte after retrieving the offending plane. He thought she’d like it as a souvenir.
She was finally standing when he reached her. As he held the plane out to her, about to explain its significance, she ripped it out of his hands and sent it flying back to Miss Parker.
Unfortunately, Mr. Parker got in the way and it hit him in the chest. He caught it as it fell and with a growl, launched it back from where it came. Lyle wasn’t watching at the time, far more concerned with the secretary that had just entered wearing a short skirt. Not as short as his twin’s, but hey, what’s a guy to do?
The plane, now badly wrinkled and disfigured, was too banged up to fly straight along its intended path, and steered over to hit Lyle in the groin area.
Blushing and glaring at the same time, Lyle threw the plane at no one in particular, not catching who had thrown it at him. His throw launched the plane over to hit Mutumbo square in the ass, causing the large man to jump, his hands flying back to his abused rear end and clutching it against any further assault.
All the Parkers froze, including Broots and Sydney, their eyes going wide. They were really in trouble now if they were caught. Discreetly, they all exited the room, after Miss Parker placed Broots’ airplane stash under Raines’ chair.