Chapter 1: Road Trip

It had been the fourth time in a row that this has happened to Larry. He had awaken from what was the most alluring hallucination he's ever experienced in the dreamworld,though at the first time the young man had dreamt one of the dreams, it seemed a bit confusing. But the more they went on, the more the 35 year old accepted them.

In these dreamworld fantasies, Larry and Moe's relationship with each other is rather more than just a common friendship or bromance as they are when awake. Even less slaps, eye pokes, and head bonks are thrown.

Actually, things are way different in the dreams. Due to Larry's own hidden, and locked away, feelings for his bowl cut leader, the fantasies that go on in his slumber are when the often empty minded fuzz-brain is...romancing him,then the orange curled haired Stooge would wake up just before the dreams go even further,and the way he wants them to be.

Larry would then glance at a sleeping Moe every time his awakens, can't help thinking the dreams will be reality. Judging by the tolerate beat downs Moe delivers on him, Larry gets the impression it'll only live in his dreams,only when he's sound asleep.

"Hey Potato-head! Fuzz-brain! Come here!", Moe shout from the main room of the small apartment the three bums could only live in for now. To the other two lunkheads, Moe seemed cheerful,not very common for his tone to be like that of a child on Christmas morning.

Moe's sudden thrilled call snapped Larry out of his thoughts and own world as he was just sitting in the one bedroom they all shared, doodling in his own sketchbook. It's obviously apparent of what he was sketching,and who he was sketching. The dizzy dreamer placed his half sharpened pencil on the page to use in place of a bookmark and shut the book with a heavy sigh, then he made his way to the their little kitchen to meet up with Moe and Curly. "What's with all the ruckus,Moe?", Larry inquired,doing his best to not sound in lament.

"Just feast you's two's eye balls on this, fellas!", Moe replied,still having his wide grin of glee placed on his face. He held up a check right in front in center for the gentlemen to see. At first they were in a state of disbelief, but at a double take, this was for real.

The check that Moe held was his earnings of when he was casted as Dyna-Moe on the low class reality show Jersey Shore, and it was no less than $500,000 in total!

"Woop Woop Woop Woop! We're filthy rich now!", Curly exclaimed, rubbing his palms together.

"You're filthy without it.", Moe responded.

The three soon sat down and discussed of what they're to do with the new dough, drinking their last bottle of soda. What else is there to gulp down for the celebration if there's no wine?

"So what are we gonna spend the cash on?", Larry asked, talking a sip of Ginger Ale.

Moe glanced up at the empty headed, bushy haired, imbecile and slapped Larry across the face as rough as possible. "Why want all the celebrities do with half their earnings, ya lunkhead."

"Ya mean give it to charity?", Curly butted in. "We've done enough for humanity, Moe! The orphanage is money set for life now. What else are we to do?"

Moe waited until the bald one finished up and unleashed a deadly slap on the Stooge's bald dome, forcing Curly to whimper in pain. "No ya nitwit.", the aggravated pack leader assured. "I'll tell ya just what we're gonna do. We'll head on up to Vegas!"

Larry and Curly fixed their attention to Moe as quick as a rabbit then beamed up with too much excitement. Larry was too thrilled and soon he spit out the soft drink he had,the liquid then landing on Moe's face. Chills ran down the red head's back as he's seen what he's done. "Crap.", Larry muttered.

"What the hell's the matter with ya, Porcupine?!", Moe exclaimed, setting free a wolf pack of hits on Larry. "Can't ya keep down what goes down what goes down ya pipe while I speak?"

"I-I'm sorry,Moe!", Larry apologized nervously. "It's just that ya had me at Vegas. Vegas,Moe! The city full of lights! Casinos!"

"All the booze and señoritas! Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk!", Curly stated.

"And not to leave all the fancy 5 star restaurants in the dust.", Moe added. The three then visualized all the fun they could have, all the things they can do, all the sights they can see! The bubble-brains had always fantasized about being in fabulous Las Vegas, now with the hand cash Moe's got, they can finally live it up.

"How soon do we ride on up there?!",Curly eagerly questioned.

Moe thought for a split second and snap his finger with an answer. They got the money set, so why not? "Why not in the rise of tomorrow?!"

Sure enough, howls of enthusiasm were released. Soon,the Stooges celebrate in random prances and dances. Curly grabbed a nearby sliver plate and tapped it as if it were a tambourine. Larry,one the other hand,lost control and pulled Moe out of his seat and the two engaged in a short dance. The two just laughed merrily and went on until Moe's coffee brown eyes met Larry's icy blue ones. For a short moment the men stared into each others eyes until Moe blinked himself back to Earth and both just sheepishly cleared their throats and broke away. Just to reclaim his pride and dignity,Moe slapped Larry across the face again.

"Who you grabbin'?",Moe muttered,suddenly blushing baby girl pink on the cheeks.

But to Larry,it only took that one glance and soon,he felt himself fall more in love with the raven bowl cut man.

The sun had risen up bright the next morning. The three now hyped up knuckleheads loaded up the vehicle with suitcases and baggage for the whole weekend long journey. The check was now made into real green hard cash and everything was good to go.

"Alright men! Lets hit up the road and on to good ole' Vegas.",Moe announced in a war Sargent tone. They all at once were too energetic and all three head in the car at once,causing them to be squished like sardines. "Spread out!",Moe stated,letting the other two acquaintances have his wrath as he bucked them cold.

Finally one by one the men entered the car at last. Curly took his place in the back row,Moe at the wheel and Larry...right beside him in the passenger seat. "Great.",Moe groaned.

This made Larry very silent at the tone of the bowl cut's choice of diction. A small bit of hope of him and Moe ever being an item was shattered. To his dismay,Larry let out a deep sigh.

Seeing that the old piece of metal would not budge Moe had to call on to Larry since he was so close. "Hey cotton-ball!", Moe called out. Larry snapped out of his deep thoughts and faced Moe.

"Check the gas filter. Is there any gas in the tank?"

Larry glanced at the tank and responded back to the boss. "The arrow points half way. I don't know if it's half empty or half full."

"Oh a funny man,eh?" Moe slapped the pea-brain distinctly on the left hand cheek and tried once more at a go to start up the car. He noticed that all it was is just that the switch was off and sighed. "Whataya know." Moe switched it up from OFF to ON and on the Stooges were off on their next adventure.

Larry could not be at aid to himself and glanced sideways at Moe as he concentrated on the road. He saw how the rays of the sun outlined the man's face and shined his jet black hair. It then become so clear to Larry. Everything made Moe handsome. Everything made him seem attractive to the fuzzball,and that's what Larry grew to dispose now. Every little fucking thing in this goddamn world taunted Larry,pulling his heart strings,playing with his emotions and baffling his brain. For the longest time,he's desperately tried to block the feels aside in order to not get hurt in the future,both inside and out,but Larry always wined up falling more in love with Moe,and that sucked.

Now he's embarking on a whole weekend long vacation with the man. What's to become of this whole trip? Lord knows.