G'day people! I'm baaaaack! This is gunna be a series of humerous oneshots, cause I get sick of updating a chapter series and oneshots are so non-commital :) meaning I can write about ANYTHING my sleep-deprived mind can come up with. Yay.

Disclaimer: This is me disclaiming :(

(No, I don't own it. But if Foz wants to give me any early b'day present ... )

AN - This is B/B FRIENDSHIP! They won't be doing the horzontail mambo anytime in this fanfic, unless it happens on tv ... (implying what the Bones makers should do ;) )

"This one time, at band camp…"

"Easy, American Pie," Angela smiled smugly at the FBI agent.

"Yea, that was a dead give-away,"

"Ummm, what about … 'run Forest, run'?" she asked

Brow crinkling in mock concentration, Booth answered in a condescending tone, "Umm, I dunno … Forest Gump, maybe?"

"What the hell is Forest Gump?" Brennan looked scandalous.

"An iconic movie that almost everyone has seen," replied her best friend.

"Yer, Bones, you have to get out more," Booth laughed jovially again. "Do you know any quote's?"

She thought for a moment.

"Something about how penguins don't dance …" she said. Angela and Booth both looked at her blankly. "It was a movie about this penguin that tap danced."

"Happy Feet?" Angela said, snapping her fingers.

"Yes."

"You know, Bones, you really suck at this game,"

"I don't watch a lot of movies," she replied. With that, Booth got up and wandered away from Brennan's dining table and the mess of Chinese cartoons sprawled on it, to her TV. Squatting, he examined the titles of the miniscule amount of DVDs. Unknowingly to him; Brennan and Angela were examining his butt.

"Ok, what do we have here," he pulled out a DVD and squinted at the title. "Ooo, Journey of the Whales. Bundles of fun." Replacing the documentary, he turned to look at her.

"What?" Brennan said, off his questioning glance. "I find the migration patterns of the whales a fascinating example of undistur-"

"Yer, we get it, sweetie," Angela replied, giggling. Booth continued to pull out the DVDs.

"Titanic, Bones?"

"Birthday present,"

"Oh my god! I love that movie," Angela cried, sweeping to her feet and rushing to the FBI agent. Grabbing the DVD from his hand, she turned on the television. "It's the sweetest movie I've ever seen."

"I've never seen it, nor do I want to," said Booth and Brennan simultaneously.

"It's a good movie, I promise," while the copyright rules and previews were rolling, Angela dragged them to the couch.

Half an hour later

Angela was singing. Rather off key.

"My heart will go on and on …" throwing her arm around her best friends shoulders, she continued louder. "Love can touch us one time, and last for a lifetime …"

"Angela, are you in pain?" Booth asked, barely looking up from his gun, which his was polishing for the fifth time, out of complete boredom.

"Near, far, whenever, opps, I mean wherever you are…"

"Anthropologically speaking, a man and a women of such different social status would never fraternize, let alone pretend to fly on the bow of a boat," Brennan observed.

Groaning, Booth began to bang his head against the couch.

45 minutes later

Jack and Rose were getting hot and heavy in a carriage blow decks. Angela was clutching a box of tissues and repeatedly whispering "It's coming, it's coming. Dammit, I know its coming." Brennan was searching 'Avoidable factors that contributed to the sinking of the Titanic' on her laptop. Booth was sprawled, fast asleep, on the floor in front on the couch, after successfully completing 120 push-ups.

"Ha," Brennan laughed, jolting Booth into awareness "one of the things that contributed to the sinking of the Titanic was that the binoculars for the crow's nest had been misplaced and the lookouts had to do without them."

"Whoever lost them must be feeling very stupid and guilty now," Booth observed.

"Booth, I highly doubt the person in question would still be alive and even then-"

"Sarcasm, Bones,"

"Shut up, you two!"

Angela gasped as the iceberg ripped a massive gash in the side of the ship.

"Oh my god," she squealed.

"Its been proven that the iceberg only made a 12 foot hole …"

"Bren!"

5 minutes before the end of the film

Angela blew her nose, bringing Brennan out of her reverie about the 17th Mayan skeleton she was examining tomorrow and Booth out of his reverie about the mob boss he was interrogating tomorrow.

"Arghhh, that's so sad!"

"Can I go home yet?" Booth asked.

"No, you can not leave me here with this blubbering mess," Brennan said, gesturing to Angela.

"Fine," pause. Half hand raise. "Can I go to the loo?"

Brennan hesitated, and then nodded. "I suppose. But get some tissues while you're there. And a glass of water." She yelled at Booth's retreating back.

Moments later, both women heard the front door close quietly.

"Dammit, he did a runner!" Brennan looked at the still sobbing Angela. She quietly got up and followed her partner out the front door.

Heehee when i watch Titanic I turn it off as soon as they hit the iceberg. I've only ever seen snipets of Jack dying and the sinking ect. Anyway, please please tell me what you think :). Also, I'm an Auzzie so if anything is very not-American tell me for future reference. And if Happy Feet was big in America cause I was writing this and was like, 'hmmm what if no one has a clue about why I'm refering to dancing peguins!!??' :) chaio!