Egon’s Plan
T’Len
2004
Pairing: Egon/Benny/Kjeld
Rating: PG-15, Humor
Summary: Egon has a new plan for Christmas
Disclaimer: I don’t know who own them yet. In anyway I
don’t. This is only a piece of fanfiction. No moneymaking or
no offence of copyrights is intended.
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Beta: English is not my native language, so please be patient with my
mistakes. PhenDog did a really great job correcting my errors. My greatest
gratitude to her. For all remaining errors, blame me.
“Do you have
a plan, Egon?” Benny excitedly swung his flag while Kjeld played nervously with
his doctor bag as they greeted Egon for the god-alone-knew-how-many-times in
front of the prison where he had just had stayed over the last month.
"You
know what Yvonne has said," Kjeld reminded Benny carefully. "No more
plans, and it is Christmas and Börge and the little Fee soon...”
"Bullshit,"
Egon answered and smoked his cigar. "This plan cannot go wrong."
"Fantastic
Egon." Benny was happy and hopped, as he always did in such situations. He
simply loved Egon's plans and their common adventures; if they went wrong
occasionally, well that was just bad luck.
"I need
a Christmas tree, ribbons, some glass balls, candles complete with a fastening
possibility, a tree stand, some little pastries, mulled wine and a lubricating
cream," Egon ordered. "Oh and a nice star for the tree top and
condoms."
"Colossal,
Egon. I’ll get it immediately.” Benny hopped once more from one leg to the
other with anticipation. "And what will we do with this things?"
"You
will see this. We meet in two hours at my home. And no word to Yvonne; that’s
is clear,” the boss of the Olsen-gang ordered then they departed from the
prison gate in different directions.
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Two hours
later.
"Na,
how do you like it?” Egon contentedly looked at the tree with his coloured
balls and even more coloured ribbons and the shining star on the top of all
while he was sipping at a cup of mulled wine.
"Colossal,
Egon," Benny assured him.
"I
should be already at home for a while. Yvonne gets..." Kjeld moaned and
felt on the only chair in Egon's meagre room. He was exhausted from all of the
work. Egon only had stood there and given instructions, delegating all the work
to him and Benny. And wherever they hung something, Egon didn't like the
placement, so that they had to re-hang the balls or ribbons at least three
times.
"What’s
your plan, Egon?" Benny wanted to know. He poured himself also a cup of
wine. "Do we rob the national bank? Or one of these modern companies
again? Will we finally become millionaires?"
"No,"
Egon replied. "We celebrate Christmas quite comfortably. Three old friends
who spend the feast of the love properly together." He shoved a cup to
Kjeld. "Drink!"
"But
Egon... no plan?” Benny obviously was disappointed. Egon just did not come
without a plan when he left the prison. This had never happened before; this
was simply unthinkable. And outrageous. He already had been anticipating a new
adventure so much.
"I then
must go..." Kjeld timidly said. Yvonne would rage, if he came home so
late. And he hadn't completed her purchase list which she had given him in the
morning, either. Then he still had to get a Christmas present for Börge. Not to
mention for Yvonne as well. He sighed when he thought of his purse which was,
in fact, already in low tide. Some millions really couldn't hurt right now. But
one knew how Egon's plans always ended - Egon in hale and the others still poor
like a church mice.
"Stay!"
Egon ordered. "I actually have a plan."
"Fantastic,
Egon," Benny was happy again and jumped and Kjeld sighed quietly; however,
he sat down again obediently. After all their years together, he knew better
than to argue with the boss.
"Which
bank is it then?" Benny asked in happy anticipation.
"No-one,"
Egon replied. "I’ve learned something in the jail which proved to be a lot
of fun, and I would like to show you. I mean we’ve been friends for so long
now, it’s time… you’ll like it, I’m sure." Egon gripped the lubricant and
a condom. "Just lower your trousers down."
End