A/N: This was written by my friend who's too lazy to make her own account, so she made me post it. Basically, unless I say otherwise, she writes the humor and I write the angst. Please comment!

It was Joanne's day off, and she decided to take a nap. Her work had been extremely busy the previous week, and she found herself exhausted.

Just as she snuggled under the blankets, Joanne heard the door fling open. She groaned inwardly, preparing herself for what was soon to come.

"POOOOKIEEEEE!!!!" Maureen shrieked, running into the bedroom and flinging herself on the bed.

"Yes, Maureen?"

"You'll never guess what I saw at the toy store today!"

"Why were you at-"

"Oh, that's not important!" Maureen kicked off her shoes and curled up next to Joanne. "Guess what I found?!"

"What?" Joanne asked, amused at the sparkle in Maureen's eye.

"I found this freaky piece of shit called a Furby!" the diva said. When Joanne simply looked at her with a raised eyebrow, Maureen tried again. "A… FURBY!" she cried, flinging her arms out at her sides.

"Honeybear, what in the good Lord's name is a Furby?"

"Well if you'd let me finish, then maybe you'd find out! Jesus!"

Joanne laughed.

"So, these Furby things are, like, little mechanical owls. Except they have huge beady eyes, and they NEVER SHUT UP."

"How do you know this?"

"Because I bought some."

"Wait, Mo, why did you-"

"That's not important!"

"How much were they?"

Maureen didn't answer.

"Oh Jesus."

"They're only five dollars."

"For real?"

"Each."

Joanne sighed. "How many'd you buy?"

"Um…"

"Maureen?"

"Only seven."

"SEVEN?!"

"Jesus, Pooks, I got one for everyone!"

"What makes you think that everyone wants a Furby?"

"Because they're AWESOME!"

"I thought you said they didn't shut up."

"Okay, they're not awesome… I just liked all the pretty colors."

"Oy."

"Don't 'oy' me, Pookie. I have a theory."

"Oh really?"

"Hell yeah! Ya wanna know it?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope!"

"I had a feeling."

"Well, here it is Pookie. Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"I'm convinced that these Furby things are made by ALIENS!! And they're being used for MIND CONTROL!!"

"You had caffeine today, didn't you? Maureen, if I've told you once, I've told you A THOUSAND TIMES, you can't have coffee every day! Look at what it does to you!"

"I didn't have any coffee, dude!"

Joanne looked skeptical.

"Well, it was only three little cups. Pshh."

"Oh God."

"Well, anyway, I was at the toy store, and I SWEAR, this kid was standing in front of the Furby and she wasn't moving! The little thing was practically DROOLING."

"The Furby?"

"The KID."

"Oh." Joanne rolled her eyes. "Well that doesn't prove anything, Hon."

"No, but then I walked over to the Furby and it said, 'Maureen… Maureen…'. It was CALLING TO ME! THE ALIENS ARE GONNA GET ME!"

She ran out of the room, screaming something about revolutions, anarchy and llamas. Joanne signed and laid back down on the bed.

Maureen wouldn't be back for a few hours at the very least.

It was time for a well-deserved nap.