"Ha ha ha ha!" Clapping could be heard.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Clapping could be heard.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Clapping could be heard.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Clapping could be heard.

"I dunno... You don't think the laugh track sounds a little... wooden? Come on, Sora. I thought you were better than that."

"I'm trying Riku! Do you know how brain-dead the studio audiences are. I mean, they're so focused on the 'applaud or die' sign that they aren't paying attention to what's happening on the set! Out of the 58 takes.. this was the best laugh track we could get." The former champion of Kingdom Hearts slumped in his chair.

"..Sorry, Sora." Riku ran his fingers through his long hair. "I guess I just got really excited when we landed these jobs in Hollywood. A real film superstar! George Clowney!"

"I dunno, Riku.. You landed a pretty cushy job with this sitcom. I mean, you basically get to play yourself! How cool is that? ...I'm stuck here, remixing audio for George Clowney and-" He shuddered. "Ben Affleck."

"Yeah, I saw that Ben guy running around earlier, what do you think he's doing that's got him so excited. Another Daredevil movie perhaps?" Riku paced across the floor of the little booth as he tapped his chin.

"Who knows?" Sora sighed. "I'm cooped up in here."

"Hey, maybe I can talk to George Clowney and see if there's a role for you in the sitcom?" Riku walked over and placed a gentle hand on Sora's shoulder.

"Thanks. But –honestly, that guy kind of creeps me out. So... What's the script for the first episode want you to do?"

Later on set...

"Romeo, Romeo! Where art thou, Romeo?" Riku delivered his line flawlessly. Though the material kind of bothered him slightly. He cast a sideways glance to the floor director, George Clowney himself, who.. wearing a hot dog costume was bouncing up and down in his seat and shaking his fists with excitement.

All around him was men in outrageous outfits, all various styles, crawling around mewing up at the ceiling, barking and panting.

But Riku was an established actor. He aspired to give his best –even if this sitcom was right bizarre.

"Cut!" Someone yelled. It wasn't George Clowney.

Riku looked up. "Jeff Bridges?!"

"That's right." Jeff Bridges cracked a peanut shell under his elbow and against his chest before popping the nut into his mouth. His beard made it a bit awkward to chew and it just.. looked funny.

"The director thinks you done good kid. Take five and we'll start with the first scene. How does that sound? Would you like that? I'd bet you'd like that. Here, have a peanut."

Riku looked down at the peanut, but chucked it over his shoulder when Jeff wasn't looking. Something weird was going on here, and Riku was bound determined to find out what..

He'd soon regret that tenacity and drive.

For, you see, before graduating from the Destiny Islands Professional Acting School of the Xehanortian Arts.. or DIPAS, for short. Riku was a private eye, a real uncanny detective with proper sleuthing skills, a network of established contacts and his very own junior detective kit.

But no Sherlock, no matter how many junior detective kits, could only go so far without his Watson.

"No way. Forget it." Sora shook his head. "Do you know what my parents would say if I wind up losing yet another job? I mean being a Junior hero was a pretty nice job.. Great people to work with, you felt pretty established. Looked up to even... Besides, I don't know if I want to snoop around. Just this morning I caught saw this guy installing cameras in the bathroom for crying out loud!"

"Oh come on, you know you enjoy it. Remember when we broke into Kairi's place. I scoped out the ground floor and you investigated the bedrooms. You were tickled pink for like a week after that!"

Sora blushed. "I'm serious, Riku. We could get into some serious trouble here! What if... what if... what if Mr. Clowney is a wanted criminal?"

"That's ridiculous, what kind of wanted criminal would be on TV. You're worrying too much. I say, tonight: We sneak into Mr. Clowney's dressing room and see what we can uncover!"

"I dunno..."

And then Riku said it. Those four simple words. "What are you, chicken?"

So there it was decided, Sora and Riku were sneaking into the studio after hours to uncover George Clowney's secrets. There was only one thing standing between them and their prize. A day of work recording for the Sitcom. And soundboard editing for Sora.

But when that was done with, and Riku had finished for the day, he gathered up his trusty Watson and the two busted into... Studio 58.

Sneaking along in black copies of their usual customary outfits, the two junior sleuths, snuck past all the sleeping actors and their dressing rooms on the way to George Clowney's.

First they had to sneak past Ben Affleck, with his obnoxious snoring and cardboard box bed.

He looked just like a hobo! What with his prominent beard and holey socks.

The two detectives froze however when Ben Affleck rolled over suddenly and cried out "Wake up Ricky! We;re in my Dreams, Ricky! We're really in my dreams!"

Startled, and more than a little disturbed, the two steeled themselves and crept along until they passed by James Franco's bedroom. James was snoring in quick short little bursts, muttering in his sleep. "No no, I'm—I'm sure that cocaine isn't mine, officer. I—I, was holding onto it. For a friend. Yeah, yeah. It's actually Li Bingbing's! NO! I didn't make that name up just now!"

And then onto Tobey Mcguire's. Tobey slept in a crib, all tucked in and nice and comfy. Sam Reimi sat next to him reading him a little bedtime story called "Spider-Man 3."

Even more disturbed than before, but not quite as much as by Ben Affleck, the two soldiered on. Closing in evermore to their destination: George Clowney's dressing room.

Only one thing stood between them and their prize: Nicholas B. Cage... Oh and the janitoral closet A. Bucket lived in with his roommates, Ansem the Brave and Elijah Wood.

Riku and Sora soon discovered that Nicholas Cage had the weirdest sleeping habits of them all... He hung upside down from a disco ball above a room filled with lava-lamps and his room was filled with bees and posters of all the movies he had done over the years. His walls were covered in them, along with selfies he had taken from all the birthday parties he had ever been asked to attend and perform at.

So you can imagine how disappointed the two were when they finally arrived at George Clowney's dressing room to discover he was really a surveillance robot who yearned to understand intimate human behaviour and wore outrageous costumes to hide his real identity.

WOW! That's so Ricky!