Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Like Me or any of the other crossovers (at present there are hints of Futurama.)

In fact the real credit for this fic goes to echidnite who made me begin writing it on one fine two hour boat trip. She is also responsible for what little editing there is.

Usually post-its were yellow, this caused George to think something may be horribly wrong, the fact that the post-its were pink that is. George hated the colour pink it reminded her of Daisy.

After some contemplation of the post it along with some contemplation of her waffles George being George decided the post it could be whichever the hell colour they wanted to be and instead continued to eat her waffles, flicking pieces of said waffles at a nearby small child at convenient intervals.

Sadly the little brat hadn't started crying yet so George reached for Rubes toast only to have her hand slapped away. An unfortunate state of affairs, George liked making small children cry.

George was pulled out or her most enjoyable activity i.e. eating waffles and throwing them at small children by an inane whining in the vicinity of her left ear. George considered throwing the remainder of her waffles at Daisy but decided some people weren't worth wasting waffles.

Then some lobster like creature ran through the door swiping the remainder of Georges waffles and yelling "I'm Jesus" George came to a decision that with pink post-its and orange lobsters her day couldn't get any worse. As usual she was wrong very wrong. Later that day George would wish she could die… again.

"Why are the post-its pink" said Mason.

"Actually" replied George "I was wondering too. Didn't quite know how to phrase the question but I'm glad you could just blurt it out stupidly"

"I blurt things out stupidly; maybe that is why my beloved Daisy hates me so. Oh woe is me, me is woe, is me woe."

"Shut up and grow a backbone"

Rube sitting across the table closely scrutinising his toast, looked up and proceeded to answer with a cryptic story that nobody understood, not even Zoidberg/Jesus. Realising this he rephrased it thus- "Road trip!"

George wanted to die.

"Fabulicious" Daisy gushed "I'll go pack. I have the sweetest little swimsuit. If we go anywhere good I'll lend you something to wear George." Springing out of her seat and knocking Mason's orange juice into his lap, she ponced out of the door.

"She doesn't know where were going yet" Roxy pointed out, slapping Mason on the upside on the back of his head for staring woefully at the ceiling and whispering

"Why won't she love me" in an angsty tone. Mason had become such a wet rag after giving up alcohol.

The narrator who we shall call Bob pointed out that everyone was acting like mopey idiots. Zoidberg concurred.

Finally Rube finished staring at his toast, deciding it would offer no further philosophical conversation and informed his milk that they were going to orange county to fill in for a group of reapers who had got lost on a road trip to London to fill in for a group of reapers who had got lost on a road trip to London.

The London reapers had incidentally been lost on a road trip to fill in for a group of reapers who had got lost on a trip to fill in for another group of reapers and so on and so forth.

"Right" said George

"Why not" said Roxy

"Daisy my love" said Mason

"Hooray" said Zoidberg

"We shall need transport" Rube gestured widely

"Shall?"

"Shall, will, whatever floats your boat peanut"

George wandered off muttering "My boat has sunk" while looking for rocks to throw at Rube.

"Let's steal a bus" said Daisy appearing from a phone booth with a pile of luggage.

"Way ahead of you Baby" said Mason pulling up in a violently orange mini bus.

"Hey weren't you just over there?" Roxy shook her head; working with these halfwits was really getting to her.

"Don't question it!" yelled Mason turning to Daisy and pulling his best seductive look "I have a bus baby, would you be interested in coming for a ride"

"Ouch Roxy, that was my head no need to slap me."

Daisy giggled and climbed into the bus after Roxy.

"Peanut" yelled Rube piling into the bus and ducking the rock that came flying at his head. He wondered if there would be toast in Orange County.