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The year is 2020.
Oprah is president, gas prices are low, and all is right in the world.
Well, except that the One Direction hiatus never ended. In fact, all of the boys can't stand each other.
After their careers fell through the crac...
"Is this just a list of your chores?" Zayn asked as his eyes scanned the sheet of paper I handed to each of the boys.
We worked on trust, and now we had to work on team building. I thought it was the only logical next step, so I made a list of activities we were going to do and even printed it on cute One Direction stationary.
"No," I defended, crossing my arms. "They're called team building exercises, duh."
They were totally my chores, but they could also require a team effort. Killing two birds with one stone, right?
"They look like chores to me," Louis added.
"No one asked you," I sassily replied before I plastered a cheery smile on my face. "Okay– wait, first, have you guys ever watched Wonder Pets?" The all gave me blank, confused stares, occasionally glancing between them. "You know– Lenny, Tuck, and Ming-Ming too. We're the Wonder Pets and we'll help you," I sang out, trying to match the movements of the animals on the show as well as doing their different voices.
"Do we need to take you to a doctor? Do you feel okay? Harry asked seriously, stepping forward and placing the back of his hand on my forehead, then proceeding to feel all over my face.
I swatted his hand away. "No, I'm perfectly fine. You guys seriously have no clue what I'm talking about?" They all shook their heads. "Man, you must've had a rough childhood," I mumbled to myself. "Anywho, their whole thing was teamwork, and I think their little jingle is perfect for our situation. So, sing it with me boys! What's gonna work? Teamwork! What's gonna work? Teamwork!" I sang. "Now you guys try!"
The boys started to sing the little teamwork jingle as I lead them to the back room where my cat's litter box was. What better way to work on team building than scooping out cat feces?
"Oh God, what is that smell?" Louis asked, holding his nose and gagging a bit. "It's rank! How are you not holding your noses?" he asked the rest of the boys.
"I drive five to seven year olds to and from school. I'm immune to all smells," Zayn said.
"Yeah, I mean I love my ten children with my whole heart, but they're not the best smelling," Niall added.
"And I've lived on an island for the past two years. Me and the monkeys just go wherever we want," Liam shrugged.
"Okay, as much as I'd love to listen to your immunity to bad smells and poop stories, why don't y'all get to scooping!"
The boys grabbed the supplies, arguing over who was going to hold the bag and who was going to scoop. Louis offered to supervise from the other room, but they weren't having that. Louis ended up wrapping a scarf he found around his mouth and nose.
"Lou, if you wrap that anymore, you're gonna suffocate," Harry said, looking at Louis.
"I would rather that at this point," he responded, though it was muffled and hard to understand through the layers of scarf.
Ultimately, Harry, Liam, and Niall were the scoopers, while Zayn and Louis held the bag.
"Big brown pooo," Harry started to sing to the tune of 'Gotta Be You' like he did during the Take Me Home tour while scooping the clumps. The rest of the boys, paused looking at him before laughing and joining in to sing. Soon they were singing all of their old lyric changes and laughing together.
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