**As we look in on our favorite Big Man, we see him sitting at the conference table in the HRH lounge, drinking a cola and munching on corn chips as he peruses this month's edition of Popular Mechas. Although deeply absorbed in an article about souped-up dynatherms, he still glances up alertly when he hears the door slowly slide open. His wariness changes to amusement as he spies the oddly garbed figure, dressed head to toe in green that appears in the open doorway.

The red haired pilot of Green Lion doffs his silk top hat and stares in bemusement at the four leaf clover stuck in its brim, before coming forward to carefully set it on the table. Hunk's grin escalates to a chuckle as he peruses the knickers his buddy is wearing, and the outlandish, high heeled buckled shoes that clink softly as the youth shuffles uncomfortably from foot to foot. Unable able to resist the impulse to tease his friend, Hunk affects a broad and very corny Irish lilt.**

"Why sure and begorrah, if it isn't Pidgey O'Leprechaun, wearing the green 'o the Emerald Isle. Pull up a stool and a pint o' ginger ale, lad, and tell me about your pot o' gold."

"Very funny. So funny I forgot to laugh," Pidge mutters. He adjusts his knickers before plopping down on the cushioned chair across from Hunk. With a sigh, he kicks off the offending footwear.

"Ah, don't take it so hard, lad, the Kitties are full o' the blarney, t'would be enough to turn anyone's head." Hunk informs his friend impishly. "It happens to Lance all the time."

"If you think telling me that is going to make it better...you're absolutely right!" Pidge laughs, then shakes his head. "It's actually not the clothes at all, Hunk...it's the fact that I am the centerpiece for March that's bothering me! I'm not used to all this attention! Now suddenly there are pictures of me, a story in the works about me and-" He breaks off, waving his hands in an overwhelmed gesture.

"I kinda know how you feel, little buddy, it took me a while to get used to the idea of having a fan site!" The Hunkster says, in his normal, gravelly voice. "Did the Kitties ask you for any ideas?"

Pidge brightens at the question. He reaches into his sport coat to pull forth a neatly written list. "They asked me for a Top Ten list to go with that great one of Sparkle Pop's..."

Hunk grins and leans back, putting his arms behind his head and his massive, booted feet up on the table. "Care to run it by me first?"

"Sure!" Pidge self consciously adjusts his glasses and begins to read.


'Top Ten Reasons Why I Love Wearing Glasses'

By Pidge

**Hunk interjects: "Great topic, I like it!" Pidge smiles broadly at his companion. "Thanks, buddy! It seemed a safe choice after Lance's little 'Keith and Allura' debacle!" The two friends share a hearty laugh at their teammate's expense. Pidge eventually composes himself and begins again.**

"Top Ten Reasons Why I Love to Wear Glasses!

Number Ten! They give me a vulnerable air that makes women want to hug me.

Number Nine! Thanks to the protection of glasses, I don't have to wear one of those stupid visors on my helmet.

Number Eight! I can take them off and clean them when I want to avoid looking at Nanny, or at Lance when he first gets up in the morning. (Ewww! Talk about a grouchy, stubbly rack head!)

Number Seven! Due to lens magnification, no one can do 'big, sad, puppy eyes' better than me.

Number Six! If the light is just right, I can see behind me without turning around. (Much to Keith and Allura's eternal dismay, hee hee!)

Number Five! People tend to underestimate a kid with glasses, which is why I was able to single-handedly save the Princess from Lotor's clutches, and get a really big kiss from her for doing it, heh heh.

Number Four! They come in handy for reflected light distress signals if I am stranded in the outback.

Number Three! No one ever hits a guy with glasses in the kisser, therefore my boyish good looks will stay intact.

Number Two! Able to replace regular lenses with x-ray ones ordered from back cover of manga. Va va voom!

And the Number one reason I lllooovvveee to wear glasses is: Check it out! I have the whole 'Harry Potter' look going on!"

**As Pidge finishes, Hunk laughs and claps loudly.**

"Good job, buddy, although you forgot to mention that they are also the official eyewear of the magnificent 'Splatboy!'"

They giggle a little, and then Hunk adds, "Hey, I am real sorry about the Leprechaun suit, the Kitties mean well, but sometimes they go a little overboard."

Pidge laughs slyly, as he slides on his shoes. "No problem, I'm just glad I was this month's theme...I pity the April ' fool' that will have to wear the giant bunny costume they have tucked away." He leaps up from the table as the Yellow Lion pilot suddenly sits upright, his feet hitting the floor with a mighty thump. " Have to take my list to the girls now. See ya!"

**He grabs his hat and beats a hasty retreat, leaving an open mouthed Hunk behind him.

Panicked thoughts traipse through the Hunkster's mind in the quiet following his teammate's departure, his snack and magazine still lying on the table- all but forgotten as he ponders the implications.**

~April means...spring, and sunshine...the earth springing to life-yellow is a spring color! They wouldn't do that to me-would they?~ He snorts in disgust at his own naiveté. ~Of course they would! Well, forewarned is forearmed, I always say. Hm. Hey, I know! Allura has golden hair and blue eyes, and she's as cute, shy and gentle as a bunny would be...maybe I can talk her into wearing it instead!~

**Hunk then leaps up and exits the room, determined to waste no time in launching 'Operation Fluffy'...**

The End?