yes i know this is not mine but i rember reading it a while back and lol'ing so hard... and the thread isnt around anymore so here it is again.
All credits for the story go to Conflag of MMOwned. but i coloured it 
Arthas and the Icecream!
It was one of those sunny Tirisfal days, and the city of Lordaeron had just begun it's seasonal routine of preparing for the coming winter. The townsfolk began to gather wood for their fireplaces, tailors began to work on making heavy coats to sell in their shops, and even the children of Lordaeron began to hide candies and other sweets, knowing it would be a number of months before they could buy any more.
The entire city seemed to slow down as it settled in and prepared itself for what was to be a very chilly winter, save for a few places. The Lordaeron Preschool, in particular. It was on this day that one of the school's most mischevious rascals was working on yet another one of his often-foiled plans.
"Arthas?" the teacher called.
"Arthas Menethil! Where are you? It's time to come inside."
Young
Arthas had just finished vanquishing the dreaded Toppleberry Shrub in the schoolyard, aided by his Dwarven friend Muradin Bronzebeard.
"Anover victowy for da wight!" he cried in jubilation, swinging his mighty dried branch like a knight of the Silver Hand. It cut through the air like a knife, accidentally stabbing young Muradin in the hand.
"OWWIE!" he yelped, favoring his wounded hand.
"Oh my wight!" Arthas said.
"Muwadin, I'm so so sowwy! I didn’t mean it!!""Watch were yar swingin' dat sawd, Arfas!" he said angrily.
"ARTHAS!" the teacher shouted. Young
Arthas sighed.
"Wets go see what Ms. Dwagonbweath wants."
The two mighty heroes marched back to the school, dargging behind them the severed branch of the toppleberry bush like a trophy head. They finally made their way to the teacher, who was standing in the doorway impatiently tapping her foot.
“Arthas Menethil! Muradin Bronzebeard! When I call you I expect you both to show up promptly! I won’t tolerate tardiness, and especially not before arithmetic class!” “Awithmatic!” Arthas said, forlorn.
“Awithmatic is faw gwumpy owd sawsa… sawsew… wizawds! I want to wearn about fighting DEMONS!” He swung his branch wildly, once again jabbing Muradin with the tip.
“AWFAS!” Muradin yelled.
“Stoppit!”
The teacher bent down, seizing the branch from the young prince and shoving them both inside. Recess was almost over, and some of the children had begun to pack up their things.
Arthas and Muradin spied Illidan across the room and went over to meet him.
“Hey Iwwidan!” Arthas called. Illidan turned to greet them
“Hi guys!” he said. He had a pair of crudely fashioned horns taped to his forehead.
“Me and Tywande were just pwaying jaiw!” “IWWIDAN! WET ME OWT!” screamed a furious Tyrande at the brink of tears.
“I’m tewwing!”
Illidan cackled,
“No! Giws have cooties and need to be twown in jaiw!”
Muradin nudged Illidan and whispered,
“Don’t wook now but heaw comes Maiev” The young Maiev sauntered over to the group wearing a cloak that was five sizes to big for her. She had cut eyeholes out of a paper plate and attached it to her face with string. She smiled widely and batted her lashes at Illidan.
“Hey Iwwidan, want to wock me up in dewe next?” she asked.
All three of the boys made
"Eww" noises and ran off. Maiev stomped the ground angrily, causing her mask to slip down her face and obscure her vision.
“FINE!” she hollared.
“YAW UGWEE ANYWAY!!” Once the three had slipped out of sight, she sighed and slumped down against Tyrande’s makeshift prison.
“I tink I wuv him…”
Tyrande groaned and started to kick down the wooden blocks that made up her cell door.
Arithmetic class had just begun, and everyone was seated in their desks.
Arthas, Muradin, and Illidan chose to sit next to one another, a group the teacher often had to break up. While she droned on in a dull monotone about addition and subtraction, the three had begun whispering to one another about the coming winter.
“Hey, its getting cowd! Tink it’ww snow soon?” Asked Illidan.
“Yeah!” Muradin gasped.
“I wuv snow! My dad wets me dwive his steam tank fwoo Kawanos.” “Ow!” Illidan yelled as a tiny paper dart hit him in the head. The teacher stopped and looked up warningly. The three pretended to pay attention and Illidan saw Maiev busily folding another paper dart on her desk. She had assembled and entire stack behind her textbook and no doubt Illidan’s name was on every single one. He growled and she gave him a dainty wave.
“Dat stupid giw.” He said.
“Iwwidan has a giwfwiend!” Arthas began to sing.
“Shut up!” Illidan roared.
“BOYS!” the teacher yelled,
“Keep it up and there will be NO dessert for the three of you!” “But-!” Illidan began, but was quickly silenced when the teacher raised a finger.
“Not another word.” She said.
He frowned and crossed his arms, slumping into his chair and glaring at Maiev, who was preparing another salvo of darts.
“Iwwidan and Maiev sittin in a twee, F-I-T-E-I-N-“ Arthas and Muradin’s song was cut short by Illidan angrily pushing them both over. The two fell to the floor with a loud “thump” and Illidan grabbed two rulers off his desk, holding them in the center and swinging them around threateningly.
Arthas got up and grabbed a yardstick and his math book, holding it open as if to read an incantation. Muradin grabbed the mug of Apple Cider he had on his desk every day.
“I’ww Pwotect you, Iwwidan!” shouted Maiev. She lept forward and spin in the air, tossing paper darts all over the classroom. Everyone in the room was showered by the darts, some even getting paper cuts.
“Stupid ewf!” shouted an angry baby Garithos.
“THAT IS IT!” shouted the teacher. The entire class went silent.
“Ugh, dis is so typicaw of boys.” Muttered an angry Jaina Proudmoore, who was busy straining apple cider out of her new dress.
“Shut up, dawk!” shouted
Arthas.
“Arthas! Muradin! Illidaniel!” shouted the teacher.
“IT'S IWWIDAN!” he yelled, but was quickly silenced by the other two.
“You have just lost dessert for today. Another word and you’ll be sharing detention with that troublemaker Thrall, is that clear?”
The three looked at the floor angrily.
“Is that clear?” She said again, her voice raised to an almost screaming pitch.
“Yes.” They mumbled.
After class, the three once again enjoyed recess while the classroom was cleaned up. They sat in a huddle, already forgetting how angry they were with one another.
“Dis stinks” said Muradin.
“Yeah…” lamented
Arthas and Illidan.
“We waw having ice cweam today.” Said
Arthas, sniflling.
“Deah is anovew way…” said a voice behind them. They turned to see a young Medivh standing behind them. He was a whole grade above them, which meant he was infinitely wise.
“Weawwy??” asked
Arthas.
“How?”
The three looked around for any sign on the teacher. She was near the back of the school, watching a janitor chase around the gnoll children, who had stolen off with baby Timmy from the nursery.
Medivh grinned,
“Pawhaps you have heawd of… da mawock shaw? It is to da nawf of heaw. Patwowwed by bwoodtawsty mawocks."
Muradin nodded,
“Aye! It is a dangewous pwace.” “But wawf it.” Medivh continued.
“Da mawocks dere wearned to make ice cweam fwom wintaw snow.”Illidan gagged,
“Snow? Snow is yucky!” “If you put it in your mouf wike a dumb baby den yes. But if yaw a mawock cweamomansaw…” “How do we get da ice cweam from da cweamomansaws?” asked
Arthas, who had begun to stand.
“Dey wiww now pawt wif it easiwy. You must steaw it! Dey wiw not weave the shaw cause dey like the wawa. If you can steaw da ice cwaem and make it back heaw, you wiw be safe.”
The three looked at one another and nodded. It was decided they would split up and attack from three different fronts, then rendezvous back at the school before the teacher knew they had left.
It was a short walk to the shore where the Murlocs had set up their camps.
Arthas could barely make out the distant outlines of his friends, but he saw they were ready. Each would attack one of the three camps to confuse the Murlocs and allow them to sneak away with the ice cream. They would attack when
Arthas set off his flare, which one of the Goblin children had made him in exchange for his milk money.
He took a deep breath, aimed the flare at the sky, and then pulled the string. A bright red spark shot out of the tube and sailed high into the air, knocking
Arthas off his feet. The spark reached it’s climax and detonated, sending a massive shockwave that shook the ground around him. He saw Muradin and Illidan start to run towards their camps, and
Arthas charged towards his. The Murlocs guarding the camps, strangely enough, were all apparently hatchlings. They were staring at the sky, wondering what had just happened, then young
Arthas charged into their camp. He swung his new branch wildly. It slammed into a rock and cracked, and when he swung it again the tip of it flew of towards Muradin’s camp. The Murlocs all gurgled a high-pitched warcry and started to throw tiny chunks of ice at
Arthas. Most of it bounced off his tree branch, but the cold slowed his advance. His wild branch swinging kept the Murlocs away and he spotted a huge bowl of ice cream in the middle of the camp. He threw his branch down and grabbed the bowl with both hands. He turned and began to shout.
“BWOO! I’M INVINCIBLE YOU CAN’T HURT ME!” “No fair!” one of the older Murlocs shouted.
“You can’t shield with the bowl!”His newfound resolve helped him run even with a heavy bowl in his hands, while a pack of angry Murlocs gave chase. Just as Medivh predicted, when he reached the shoreline, the Murlocs stopped and ran back to their camps. Cheering he charged back towards the school, bowl held high.
He arrived back at class freezing cold and covered in frozen water and ice cream. So much for subtlety, he thought. If the teacher found him she was sure to confiscate his ice cream, so he passed it off to young John Burnside, who often held onto things when the other students didn’t have room in their backpacks. He had gotten quite good at it, and managed to keep all sorts of trinkets from falling into the hands of the teachers. He was sure to be able to keep the ice cream from melting.
When the teacher saw him she was furious, yelling at him to follow her to the fountain. She managed to wash off the ice cream, and then led him back inside the school. Shivering, he looked around for his friends but saw neither of them. He sneezed once, then twice.
“What were you thinking?” the teacher asked.
“Running around in wintertime without a jacket on you! Where did all this ice come from? And why are you covered in ice cream?” Arthas sneezed again, and tried to reply through chattering teeth, but the teacher interrupted him.
“Oh wonderful. Now you’ve caught a cold. It’s the Nurse’s office for you, Arthas Menethil”.She dragged him by the ear to the Nurse’s office, where Muradin and Illidan were waiting. The Nurse was just placing a sizeable bandage on the side of Muradin’s head. Both of them were wearing heavy coats stained with ice cream and fairly wet. The teacher returned to the classroom and the Nurse went into the back to get supplies.
“What happened?” Arthas asked.
“One of the mawocs twew a stick at me!” He said pointing at his bandage.
Arthas grimaced.
“Did you get yaws, Awfas?” asked Illidan.
“Yeah, john is hawding it faw me.” He said, then sneezed.
“Awfas, you don’t wook so good.” Said Muradin.
“I tink I cawt a code.” Arthas said, his nose beginning to feel stuffy.
“Why do I hab to get sick?”
Illidan pointed to his own coat.
“You waw not pwepawed.” 
