SuperfluousBananas issued a fun challenge on Tumblr to celebrate the 100 day marker for the Call the Midwife Christmas Special. Here’s my response, a few bits that explore some of my favorite “Mission” brotps.

A vervet monkey hovered in the tree, watching as Angela nibbled a biscuit on the dormitory steps. The small girl chattered away, a mixture of song and fable only she knew, while her father read this morning’s notes.

The vervet skulked along the low-limbed tree, then dropped to the ground. Silent steps brought him closer, and out of the man’s sight.

A cry from the girl startled him, and he scampered back up the tree.

“Monkey!” Angela cried out. With a giggle, she held out the snack to the little beast.

In that moment, Biscuit and Angela became fast friends.

“Mr. Makepeace is certainly very handsome,” Barbara commented.

Trixie blushed, but demurred, “You think so? I hadn’t noticed.” The wardrobe door clicked closed.

“Oh, Trixie, really. You expect me to believe you didn’t notice the Cary Grant type the embassy sent?”

Trixie would not meet her friend’s eyes. “Barbara, we’re here to help, not get distracted by the handsome single men.”

“Single? How do you know he’s single?”

“I–uh–Well, you know–,” Trixie stammered. She sighed and then grinned at her friend. “I asked Jacob Arends. We really should do everything we can to foster good relations with the diplomatic corps!”

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Fred and Jacob Arends sat upon two upturned crates, trying not to look suspicious as they eyed the police rover.

“That man certainly knows how to leave a cloud over a place, don’t he? I sure would like to stick it to ‘im sometime,” Fred muttered.

“We must be very careful not to attract notice of Sergeant DuPlessis, my friend. But if you notice, we cannot be seen from the hospital. Perhaps I can assist you?” He held up a screwdriver and glanced at the tire valve.

Fred grinned. “Jacob, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”