"One Crazy Day"
by
Dorisann Anderson
The van was racing out of control and Jon and Ponch were riding alongside it trying to get the driver to pull over. Inside the van, the occupants, Jim and David were busy.
"David, here, put the bags under the carpet in the back of the van, and put some of the boxes over it." Jim didn't plan on being stopped for speeding.
"Oh come on, Jim. You know Ray always drives fast," David said. "Hey Jim, don't worry. The cops have to have a good reason to search the van, and they don't have one, besides, we've hidden the stuff good."
Jim couldn't take the chance on getting caught with the drugs. Slowly, he rolled down the van window, pointing his gun at the speeding officer in fount of the van.
(No, I don't want to do this)
Suddenly the Van disappeared. Jon turned off the road looking back at Ponch.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, Jon, but I had the feeling something bad was about to happen. But then the van disappeared."
Jon sat on his bike, looking up to the sun. "It must be a writer who's have a hard time with a story, can you tell who's writing this, Ponch?"
Ponch sat on his bike, a little nervous. "I can't tell. Wonder who will get hurt this time?"
Suddenly...Ponch lost his balance and fell off of his bike.
(You did ask, Ponch.)
Jon laughed at his fallen partner, "You know Ponch, you really shouldn't give them ideas like that."
Just then...a speeding red Trans Am went flying by them. Jon and Ponch took out after the car. Jon came up beside the car and saw that the driver was a kid too young to be driving. He then started to yell instructions to the young kid to pull over.
Suddenly the car was gone.
(I don't like that idea either.)
Ponch rode up beside Jon. "Not again!" he exclaimed. "I would like to meet the writer and maybe give them some ideas for a story, I can't take this much longer."
(OK, Ponch...here's goes.)
As if wakening from a dream, Ponch finds himself in a small apartment, "Where am I?"
"You're at my place, Ponch. I'm Dorisann. Remember me?"
"Hey DA, you're the writer having so much troubles with a story?" Ponch started looking around the room and spied a video cassette tape. "What's this movie...CHiPs 99? When did they start selling movies?"
"Oh, Ponch, you are here in my place on March 25th 2000. They have been selling movies for some time now. Just pop it in the VCR and we'll watch it.
Watching Ponch set on the couch..." I guess I need to explain this...see, CHiPS goes off the air in '83...now, in '98 you guys decide to make a reunion movie. But now Ponch, you need to go back, you can't stay here too long, and besides, Jon's going to wonder what's going on."
"Will I remember any of this? Hey, why does the computer mail say 'Sparkey'?"
"That's my nick name, Ponch...I need to send you back now."
Ponch stood beside his bike with a worried look on his face. "I don't know what just happened, Jon, but I think I just meet Dorisann."
"Oh yeah? What did you find out?" Jon asked.
"Well. her nick name is Sparkey, and she got the nickname because she..."
(PONCH! I'll give you a bad case of laryngitis.)
Laughing at the sudden look of terror on Ponch's face, Jon looked up towards the sun. "Hey Da, I hope you get an idea for a story, real soon."
(Me too, Jon, me too...)