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This story is No. 6 in the series "The McDonald Boys". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sequel to "The Sky's Gonna Open" in the "McDonald Boys" verse. This may also be called by its longer alternate name: "How the Leverage Team Taught Lindsey to Be a Team Player, or Rather, Simply Annoyed Him into Cooperating." Family banter, humor.

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Television > LeveragepoestheblackcatFR1375,615092,8616 May 126 May 12Yes

Rule Number Two

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Rule Number Two: If Parker asks you to do something, just do it. It’ll save a lot of time, argument, money, harassment, and trauma in general. Seriously.

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Apparently, the entire team (thankfully, with the exception of Nate) has learned from Eliot’s example that the way to get Lindsey to give in and do something is to threaten him with tears and puppy eyes.

“Let me get this straight,” he says, rubbing at his eyes with one hand, “You want me to help you break into Disneyland.”

Parker nods. “Yes.”

“To steal the secret formula for the fireworks.”

“Yes,” she says, wondering why it’s taking so long. Her eyes really are starting to water from holding her face like this.

“From Disneyland,” Lindsey clarifies, really beginning to get a little alarmed at the unattractive facial contortions the blonde is making. “Why?”

“Because they’re pretty and go ‘BOOM’,” that’s why,” she answers, trying to do so without moving her face.

“Okay, I get that. But why me?” he asks, completely perplexed as to why in the world she isn’t over there next to the hacker, making faces at him.

“Because you know magic!” she tells him, giving up on the whole puppy eyes thing and rubbing at her sore cheeks. Maybe it only works if Eliot does it. That’s probably it. “You can make the broomsticks go dead if they attack us.”

Lindsey frowns. “Wha- ?”

“Just go with her, Linny,” Eliot calls over from his miniature kitchen where he’s making oatmeal cookies with cranberries and almonds. “Normally, I’d go with her, but I’m not allowed to ‘cause I’m not old enough, so you go.”

“You’d go with her,” Lindsey says, disbelieving, “To Disneyland. To steal fireworks? Because they’re colorful and explosive?”

Eliot shrugs. “Yeah. Sure. Sounds fun.”

Lindsey shakes his head and turns back to the thief, whose expression is a little more normal now, thankfully. “Okay. Let’s pretend that I understood what you just said about broomsticks. Why me? You don’t trust me. Why not Hardison?”

“Magic!” The shiny anime eyes and expectant expression are more persuasive than her attempt at puppy eyes, it turns out.

Lindsey sighs. “Magic. Right.”

“Unleash the power, man,” Hardison says, emerging from where he’d been hiding behind his laptop screen. He flashes him a two-handed thumbs up. “Unleash the power!”

Lindsey goes to the kitchen and leans on the counter. “I feel so used,” he complains to his brother, slightly accusing.

“Wanna lick the bowl?” Eliot says almost sympathetically, eyes puppifying Lindsey to the highest degree.

“Can I have the spoon?” Parker picks it up out of the bowl without waiting for an answer.

“No killing, Linny,” Eliot reminds his tomato-red twin. “That’s not allowed.”

“Can I at least knock her out until the job’s done?”

Eliot’s glare is wilting. He takes the bowl out of Lindsey’s hands. “No bowl for you. Parker!”

“Whee!” she swoops in and snatches it out of Eliot’s hold. Catching sight of Lindsey’s forlorn expression, she uncharacteristically offers, “Want a lick?”

“No,” he replies, and stalks away.

“Don’t worry,” Eliot says, slipping the tiny balls of cookie batter into the miniature oven, “He’s only sulking. He’ll come around. Oh, and Parker? Make sure you take him on the ride with the spinning cups. He loves that one.”

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AN: Fantasia. The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Broomsticks. Any of this ringing a bell? And might I add, poor, poor Lindsey. He actually hates the Alice in Wonderland ride. Hehe, Alice in Wonderland...Get it?
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