We hoped into Toothless' Truck. Jack is in the middle of Toothless, who is driving, and Me, who is fixing my hair for the party

"I believe you ordered this spaghetti?" he pulls out a piece of spaghetti

"I hate you." Jack glared at Toothless pronouncing each syllable

"Toothless, I am so sorry about that. I hope I didn't get you into too much trouble." I apologies

"No, look, it's okay. I mean, this has... it's all been great to me, and I'm sure you're going to look real beautiful in your dress tonight. I hope Astrid appreciates it." Toothless smiles at me green eyes sparkling.

"He's just a total and utter girl, isn't he?" Jack turns to me looking for an agreement but I am to busy combing my hair back "Oh this is great, stuck in a truck with two girls."

Toothless' truck pulled up outside a building. Jack is sitting in the back after being to close to femininity for his comfort zone.

"Micky, you're the best." I get out of the car and close the door "Thanks!"

"You know, I think I was six when we moved away. I remember getting in the car, pulling away, taking one last look at you, and thinking 'I'm never going to have fun with Hiccy again'.

"Toothless Fury..." I say in an aww like voice

"Don't you just hate it when you're right about the wrong things?"

"Let's go." Jack urges

"Thanks."

We run inside, and Toothless drives away.

At the party

"Fishbone, you are looking great!" I think I look alright, the purple contrasts to my eyes and the auburn of my hair

"I am?" I ask for reassurance

"Yeah. For a girl." He chuckles

"There she is." I point to a group of women tasting wine

"Is that her?" he points at Astrid

"Mm-hmm." I hum a yes

We watch as Astrid takes a sip of wine and then spits it out

"I thought she liked wine, why does she keep spitting it out? Where's she gone?" as I watched Jack in his rant we didn't notice Astrid stray from the group

"I don't know, come on." I lead him to look

"Right." He picks up the big brown staff he had resting on the ground

They begin walking around, trying to find Astrid again

"Jack, let's just behave ourselves, shall we?"

"Sure, sure, no problem." He nods dismissively

"Mm, grapes." I approach the waiter, dressed in a white robe, held together by a pin of fake fruit, holding a silver tray of grapes. I take one off the tray and walk away.

"Mm, grapes!" Jack takes the pin and walks away. The waiter's robe falls off, and he is wearing nothing underneath. He bends over, trying to pick up the robe.

"Can someone grab a hold of his?" he offers the plater to passer-byers

I glare at Jack accusingly

"What? What? why do I always get the blame? Look, you've got the grape. Look, he did it everyone, the lad with the grape!" he grabbed my arm and held it up so everyone can see the grape. I pull it down and walk away, still looking for Astrid

"Where is she?"

"I don't know." I answer Jack lookinh over the crowd

"Don't worry, I'll find Ostrige for you. Wait here." He crawls across the floor on his back, trying to find Astird "Assy? Assy? Ass-" he stops as he crawls underneath a young man's legs, he was wearing a kilt. His eyes bulge out of his head "No Boxxers! No panties! [steam comes out of his ears]

Elizabeth: [clearly annoyed and embarrassed, mouths the words 'get up, get up', but Fred's eyes are elsewhere. She walks over, trying to get him to stop.] Fred, get up!

Fred: [shooing her] Go away, go away!

Elizabeth: [bent over him] Get up!

[The woman, Annabella, turns around, looking at Elizabeth questioningly. Elizabeth, touches the hem of her dress and smiles]

Elizabeth: Oh, I was just admiring your dress. The material. It's so pretty, slinky.

Annabella: [flattered] Ooh, it's pretty neat.

Elizabeth: Yeah, it looks really good on you.

Annabella: It feels good. I like yours, yours is nice. It's very... purple.

[Charles walks over and kisses her cheek]

Charles: Annabella...

[Elizabeth looks shocked, and realizes who she has been talking to.]

Annabella: Honey, there you are.

Charles: [recognizing Elizabeth] Elizabeth! [admiring her My God...

[Annabella looks shocked, and realizes who she has been talking to. No one seems to know what to say]

Fred: That's him! Well, don't just stand there! Go on! Go on, kiss him! [he pushes Elizabeth forward, into Charles' arms]

Annabella: You said she was mousy!

Elizabeth: [pulling away] I'm sorry, excuse me. [she runs away]

Fred: Well, don't go, it's going great! [he looks in-between them, and finally chases after Elizabeth]

Charles: Are you okay?

Annabella: I think so?

Charles: Yeah?

Annabella: Yeah... [she nuzzles him, but Charles is looking after Elizabeth]

[Cut to Elizabeth's apartment. She is in the bathroom taking abuse from Fred outside in the hall.]

Fred: I can't believe we left the party so soon. There was all that wine to spit around the place! We didn't even get to play Spin The Bottle!

Elizabeth (V.O.): I got upset!

Fred: [mimicking her] I got upset! [sighs] God, you're so stupid! You neve rleave a party 'til the very, very end!

Elizabeth: [opens door] Oh, really?

Fred: Yes, really.

Elizabeth: Cinderella left her party early, remember what happened with her?

Fred: No, I don't remember what happened with her. I deliberately forgot everything about her, she made me puke! I remember the ugly sisters, they were great!

[The apartment door opens and Charles steps in]

Elizabeth: You're here.

Charles: Can I tell you something?

Elizabeth: What?

Charles: You look fabulous.

Elizabeth: I do?

Charles: Darling, you need me.

Elizabeth: I do.

Charles: To protect you.

Elizabeth: From what?

Charles: [picking her up Honeymoon Style] Men. Like me.

Elizabeth: [laughs] Oh, Charles let-

Charles: No, no, no, no, no. No talk. Just kiss.

[They kiss and move back into the bedroom. Fred rubs his hands in glee and moves to follow them in, but the door closes on his face. Offguard, he falls the the floor, clutching his nose.]

[Cut to the bedroom. Elizabeth and Charles are lying cosily on the bed, kissing. They hear a noise outside. Charles sits up]

Charles: What was that?

Elizabeth: [sighs] It's Fred.

Charles: Fred?

[They hear the noise again, someone is trying to unlock the door of the apartment]

Charles: What? Did you give this Fred a key? [shouting to 'Fred'] Hey, Fred? I'm home now, it's Charles, Lizzie's husband.

[The noise sounds again]

Charles: [to Elizabeth] Is he the violent type?

Elizabeth: Only with me.

Charles: Jesus!

[Cut to Charles sneaking out of the bedroom. He finds a frying pan in the kitchen and examines it]

Charles: Who does this man think he is, playing around with a married woman?

[The door opens and a figure sneaks in, arms outstretched. They begin to move towards the bedroom, where Elizabeth sits, watching nervously. Suddenly, Charles leaps in front of them and smacks them hard with the frying pan. The figure slumps to the floor, unconcious. Polly turns on the light from the door, and we can see the figure was really the nurse.]

Charles: Polly! Hi!

Polly: What did you do? [she taps the nurse's hand gently] Hello?

[Cut to the Nurse leaving the apartment with an ice-pack to her head, Polly and Charles are arguing behind her.]

Charles: Dangerous? I am not dangerous. Now, don't worry, I can take care of this Drop Dead Fred.

Polly: Well, if you think you can handle it. [she hand shim the pills] Oh, but Charles, she is just a child.

Charles: Well, I'm a grown-up, Polly.

[Cut to Elizabeth on the sofa. Charles places the pills on the coffee-table beside her, then pulls her into his arms]

Charles: Now, where were we?

[They begin to kiss. Fred walks over, watching]

Fred: Yleh! What did that taste like?

[Elizabeth elbows him in the chest]

Elizabeth: Charles, I have to talk to you about something, it's kind of important.

Charles: [patronizing] Well, of course it is.

[They kiss again. Charles removes Elizabeth's housecoat. Fred bends down, examining Charles' crotch]

Fred: You're not going to get that out, are you?

Elizabeth: Not now!

Charles: Not now?

Elizabeth: No, I mean now. Now.

Charles: Now.

Elizabeth: Now...

[they lower themselves onto the sofa, kissing again]

Fred: Hang on! No, no! Hang on! This isn't how the pigeons do it! You're supposed to stamp on her head and peck her!

Elizabeth: Oh, Charles!

Charles: Oh, Annabella!

Fred: What?

Elizabeth [pushes him off] What?

Charles: What? What happened?

Elizabeth: You just said, 'Annabella'.

Charles: No, I didn't!

Fred: Yes, you did!

Elizabeth: Yes, you did!

Fred: You said, 'oh, Annabella'!

Elizabeth: You said, 'oh, Annabella'.

Charles: That's, that's impossible!

Fred: It was you.

Elizabeth: Charles, I heard you. You said 'Annabella'.

Charles: Well, if I said, 'oh Annabella', isn't it better that I said 'oh Annabella' and I was here with you, than to say 'Oh Lizzie', and be somewhere else with Annabella?

[Fred and Elizabeth contemplate this]

Elizabeth: Yeah...

[They begin to kiss again]

Fred: Oh, I know what you're doing! You're going to do what he did to Annabella on the sofa!

Elizabeth: Don't say things like that now, Fred!

Charles: Lizzie, I think it's time to say goodbye to your friend.

[He places a green pill in her mouth and they begin to kiss again]

Fred: Hey! Hey, listen, I'm Drop Dead Fred, right? If your stupid husband thinks he can get rid of me with one of those stupid little green pills, he's got another thing coming. I've got-

[He stops, clutching his stomach in pain. He drops to the floor]

Fred: Well, thank you very much, dear friend.

[Fade to the bedroom, we see Elizabeth's reflection in the mirror]

Elizabeth: Charles!

[Charles steps in front of the mirror, straightening his tie. Elizabeth runs up behind him and hugs him]

Elizabeth: Oh! You look so handsome!

Charles: Lizzie, come on, now, don't do that.

Elizabeth: You have to do it this way! [she hugs him from the front]

Charles: I've got a long day...

[She pulls him away from the mirror, and we see Fred lying where Elizabeth was]

Fred: I don't like him.

[Cut to the bathroom, Elizabeth is watching Charles shave. She takes the razor off him to help, but he grabs it back]

Charles: No, no, no... that scares me.

Fred: Go on, cut his throat! Krrrrck! Go on!

[Elizabeth glares at him and takes another pill]

[Cut to Janie power-walking. Elizabeth runs up behind her]

Elizabeth: Janie, what's the news?

Janie: Wait, just wait until my endorsine's kick in.

Elizabeth: Janie!

Janie: You know, the body's natural morphine? Here it comes...

Elizabeth: Oh, God...

Janie: Here it comes! Oh, the aerobic rush. Now ask me.

Elizabeth: What's the big news?

Janie: [hands her a slip of paper] Have you ever seen so many zeroes outside of the National Debt?

Elizabeth: Janie! Who would have thought that barge was worth so much?

Janie: Oh, not a barge, it's a River Condiminium. And I never knew they were worth so much until mine finally sank. Is this not a total groove? You've got Charles back, and I've got all those lovely round zeroes. Our lives have worked out! Thank you Drop Dead Fred!

Elizabeth: Oh, don't waste your breath. I'm phasing him out.

Janie: Really?

Elizabeth: Yeah.

Janie: Mm.

[Cut to Fred lying under the table, listening to Elizabeth and Charles' conversation. He looks terrible. His face is pale and drawn, even his close have lost their colour.]

Charles: What's for dinner?

Elizabeth: Your favourite.

Charles: Beef Wellington, how nice.

[Charles pours out wine]

Elizabeth: To us.

Charles: To us.

[They drink to the toast]

Elizabeth: For you, my love.

[Elizabeth removes the platter cover, revealing a hot and bubbling plate of mud. A bubble bursts and mud sprays over Charles' trousers]

Charles: What the Hell is that?

Elizabeth: Mud Pie... [she tries to laugh]

Charles: Is that supposed to be a joke?

Elizabeth: Fred!

Charles: [jumps up, grabbing a cloth to clean himself] It's him, or me, Elizabeth!

Elizabeth: [panicking] It's you! It's you! I swear, Fred is gone! You know what? I'll make, I'll make a dinner salad!

Charles: Forget it.

Elizabeth: Oh, I'll make a lovel salad!

Charles: Lizzie!

Elizabeth: Please? Please, it will be the most romantic, wonderful, romantic, romantic salad.

Charles: A romantic dinner salad?

Elizabeth: Yeah. Okay?

Charles: Okay.

Elizabeth: Here I go, I'm making it!

[She runs around the kitchen rounding up the ingrediants while Charles storms into the bedroom]

Elizabeth: Oh, it's going to be so good! And, honey, if you can just leave those pants, I'll take them to the drycleaners tomorrow. You're never going to hear from Fred again, I promise!

[Cut to the almost finished salad. Elizabeth scrapes some chopped vegetables into the salad bowl and moves to the refridgerator to get some dressing. Fred is sitting inside.]

Fred: Snotface, he's the wrong man for you.

Elizabeth: I don't want to hear it!

Fred: You're not happy.

[She closes the refridgerator door]

Elizabeth: Yes I am.

Fred: [crawling from underneath the table] Well, if you're so happy, then why am I still here, hmm?

Elizabeth: I can fix that.

[She pulls out the almost empty bottle of pills]

Fred: Oh no, don't do that. No, please, don't do that. Do-

[Elizabeth takes a pill, and Fred doubles over in pain. Elizabeth turns her attention back to the salad, grinding in some pepper. Suddenly, she sneezes, and Fred flies back, bouncing against the wall and finally landing on top of the wall of the bedroom, where he can hear Charles on the telephone]

Charles: Darling, yeah, of course I still love you, Annabella. Hey, I'm your fellah, Annabella, yeah!

Fred: Snotface, come here.

Elizabeth: I don't hear you!

Fred: It's important. He's worse than the Megabeast!

Elizabeth: That's it. That's it! I'm taking the last pill!

Fred: No!

Elizabeth: The Goodbye Pill!

Fred: No, don't do that!

[He tries to stop her, and falls off the wall. Elizabeth hesitates, seeing he is hurt.]

Fred: Just look in there, please?