A/N: Not my best work, but I got the idea and had to write it down. Read, enjoy, and review!
"WHAT!" We exclaimed in utter and complete exasperation. Plotz looked a little surprised, a little taken aback, a little red in the face, and a little too determined for my liking.
"It's final! Our ratings are sagging and we need a new angle!" he said.
"B-but Mr. Plotz, you give me a girlfriend and the ratings'll just keep getting lower. My whole previously established character is set on chasing girls, but actually settling down with one? We pride ourselves on being original!" I said, slightly formally to drive home my point, but otherwise annoyed. Dot and Wakko nodded in agreement to my statement, and I continued.
"If you want to turn us into a typical sitcom/soap opera hybrid, that's what'll do it. Besides, we're only down a hundred twenty-six viewers, that's nothing in the grand scheme of the television business."
"How did you know that?" Plotz questioned.
"The tables are right there on your desk," I said in return.
"Not bad ones either," said Wakko from the top of a pile of tables suddenly sitting on top of Plotz's desk. "Looks like solid oak!" Plotz freaked and scrambled back in his chair.
"Get down from there!" He yelled, going red in the face once again.
"Whatever you say," Wakko said, diving gracefully from the tables and disappearing into the small cup of water that sat on the floor at the bottom. Dot and I clapped when he popped up out of Plotz's coffee mug, tables and cup long gone. Once again Plotz started in surprise.
"Did ya miss me?" Wakko asked, hugging the round man. I couldn't suppress the feeling of pride for my brother as Plotz attempted to shove him away. When he finally succeeded, Dot and I were standing on his desk as well, ready to jump into action if need be and annoy Mr. Plotz into seeing things from our point of view. I could tell he wasn't very happy.
"You'll have a girlfriend on screen and that's final!" He exclaimed, pointing his finger at me as though it were a threat. I merely smiled.
"Plotz, if you give me a nice, lovely, extremely cliché girlfriend in the show, I'll come back to your office three times a day from now on to personally thank you." That seemed to get to him. He gulped.
"And if he can't make it, I'll come over and thank you for him," Dot said in her 'cute voice', wrapping an arm around Plotz's shoulder and giving him a big smooch. That really got him, I could tell.
"Fine!" He said, pushing Dot away and walking angrily towards his office door. "But if the ratings go down by ten percent, you're out of luck!" He yanked open the door and pointed outside. "Now get out of my office!" Wakko, Dot and I cheered at our success and bounded out of the room.
"Oh, Mr. Plotz, by the way," I said, poking my head back through the door and pointing towards his desk, "You might want to watch those tables of yours." Plotz glanced back and nearly fell over as a couple of the wooden tables fell from the top of the small stack atop his desk and onto the floor. He glared at me angrily, but I was already out the exit and away.