Another old story of mine. A slight, one-note joke, really.
Disclaimer: Willow and Oz were created by Joss Whedon. The other character was created by some ad agency, probably, and is owned by General Mills.
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Willow had just opened the picnic basket - Oz set a very nice blanket, with china and glasses, but she'd brought the food - when she heard the commotion. A high-pitched voice, screaming for help.
She looked down at the roasted chicken in disappointment. "It'll be cold when we get back," she sighed as they rushed off to see what they could do. They rounded a small grove of trees and saw a small man dressed in green being chased by a group of children. Willow relaxed a bit. Not that persecution of the handicapped was a laughing matter, but still -
She and Oz stepped in front of the children. The man halted behind them. Willow turned her Stern Face (patent pending) onto the children, who came to a stop. "What do you kids think you're doing?"
"We just wanted -"
"You wanted to tease a man for being shorter than you." Oz said politely. "Not a cool way to act."
Willow summoned up Her Imperious Side and said, "You can go now." The children sighed and groaned and walked off, disappointedly.
Then she and Oz turned to the small man and asked, "Are you alright?"
The man grinned and said, in an Irish accent, "Couldn't be finer, thanks. But the children wouldn't have hurt me, you know."
"How do you know this?" Oz asked.
"Because," the man said, pulling a red box of cereal from beneath his jacket, "They're always after me Lucky Charms!" Then he went skipping off merrily into the bushes.
As they walked back to the picnic - and the cooling chicken - Willow said, "I'm just going to pretend that never happened."
"Good plan, " Oz answered.