The Fantastic Six!
One random afternoon, the gang was at Monica and Chandler's apartment, playing a board game. Joey seemed to be winning the game, and not cutting the others any slack.
"Ha ha, six again!" he cackled as he nudged his piece close to the finish line. "Wow, I never win at this, so you guys much really suck!"
The others remained oblivious to his remark, for they've already heard at least fifty of them.
When it was Rachel's turn, the phone rang and Chandler sprang up to get it. "Don't trouble yourselves, I'm sure it's for me!" he called as he headed for the phone. "Hello?"
As he listened to the speaker, his eyes widened with excitement with each word the man said. "Oh you bet I will! Thank you so much, this means a lot to me! G'bye sir!"
As soon as he hung up, he started doing his renowned little Chandler dance.
"What are you so glad about? Did the Queen of England finally call back?" asked Ross, a smirk on his face.
"No, even better! Listen, I won the contest to win a free trip to space and bring five friends!" he squealed.
"Oh my God, I'm so happy for you!" smiled Phoebe in excitement.
"And guess who the five friends are gonna be?" he asked with a grin on his face.
"Aw chandler..." said Rachel, "you're so thoughtful."
"No..." he said, "I actually wanted to bring Jan, Cindy, Greg, Peter, and Bobby from the Brady Bunch, but I guess I could take you guys instead!"
They looked at him in disgust.
"I'm just kidding, can't I get a 'ha ha chandler, you're so funny' in here?" he asked.
"Oh, hey, when do we take off?" asked Joey.
"Thursday," said Chandler.
"What? That's only in two days!" pointed out Monica.
"I know, he had to squeeze us in as a last minute deal," explained Chandler.
"Gosh isn't this exciting?" asked Monica as Chandler sat back down by her.
Chandler's eyes were scanning the game board, until he said "Hey, I won!"
That Thursday, everyone was at the launch site. Chandler seemed wound up about going to space and was shaking violently. His wife, Monica, gave him a reassuring hug to calm him down.
"Sweetie, what's the matter?" she asked. "You seemed real eager a few days ago, what happened?"
"I-I dunno, I just get nervous about stuff like this." he wavered.
"Well don't you worry, Mr. Von Doom is a very trustworthy man and won't let anything happen to you," she said.
He shrugged and followed her into the locker room. There, they squeezed into blue spandex suits that looked like yoga wear.
"Gosh these are going to be so annoying," complained Chandler as he zipped his up.
"I know, but you gotta wear them, captain's orders," said Monica.
"And who's the captain?" asked Chandler.
"That'd be me, Johnny Storm," said a young, attractive, dark blonde male as he entered the room. He looked at Monica and gave here a grin. Chandler glared daggers at him.
"So you were the lucky ones who won the contest, huh? Are you sure you didn't win by good looks?" he said to Monica.
"Back off bucko, she's taken," growled Chandler.
"Cool down pops, and put these on," said Johnny as he tossed them a second, more roomy suit. "Meet us onboard in ten minutes."
As soon as he left, the others cam in, fully attired in the suits.
"Man, this spandex one is giving me a wedgie," said Joey as he pulled at his suit.
"God, I still can't believe we're actually getting to go to space, I've always wanted to do this!" exclaimed Ross, draping his arm around Rachel.
"And I've always wanted to meet Victor Von Doom, he's such a hunk!" said Phoebe.
Everyone gave her a lopsided grin.
Johnny reappeared in the doorway and said "It's showtime people, let's get going."
