Drew: Oh my gosh, I love this song! *turns the radio up* They haven't played it in forever!
Zak: Yeah... There's probably a reason for that.
Drew: And what's that supposed to mean?
Bex: Are you actually listening to it? It sounds like the Secret Scientists all got drunk and started singing drunken karaoke!
Zak: Not all it's cracked up to be, let me tell you.
Drew, Doc and Bex: *stare at Zak*
Zak: I was drunk, remember?
Bex: I don't remember there being karaoke involved.
Fisk: You don't wanna. Trust me, you don't.
Drew: It does not sound like drunken karaoke! Doc, back me up.
Doc: I'm taking the fifth on this one.
Drew: *scowls*
~Later~
Zak: How exactly did we end up stopping at another karaoke place?
Drew: Ask Super-Navigator.
Doc: I told you, we don't have a map of this part of the country.
Bex: What about a GPS?
Doc: Your mother said no.
Drew: It's a road trip, not a rolling tech center.
Doc: *sigh*
Drew: We're here, so we might as well make the best of it. Who's hungry?
Zak and Bex: Me!
Karaoke announcer: All right, ladies and gentlemen! It's the time you've all been waiting for- Time to shake your groove thing! Who's our lucky victim I MEAN SINGER?
Doc: (quietly) Everybody duck! Stay out of the spotlight.
Saturdays: *duck*
Karaoke announcer: How about you?
Guy in spotlight: Who, me?
Karaoke announcer: Get up here! And bring your pretty friend with you.
Guy in spotlight: *comes on stage*
Doc: *takes a sip of water, then looks up at the stage and does a spit take* Is that Dr. Beeman?
Bex: Ew... There's spit on me.
Drew: ALL the Secret Scientists are here!
Zak: Are they all drunk?
Doc: They are. *points at stage*
Bex: Dr. Grey?
Drew: Miranda's drunk? Oh, this is bad.
Doc: We need to get them out of here before they do something stupid.
Zak: They're drunk. It's kind of too late for that.
Doc: Good point.
Bex: Can we watch them make idiots out of themselves before we get involved?
Drew: Devil child. *hugs Bex* I love you.
Bex: Still got spit on me.
Zak: There's worse things to be covered in.
Bex: *shudders*
Doc: Ok, one song. Then we have to get them out of here.
Drew: What is it they're singing? I can't tell.
Bex: Are you sure they've even started singing yet?
Zak: They have. There's music playing.
Doc: Is that supposed to be "Shake Your Groove Thing?"
Saturdays: *look at each other, then burst out laughing*
Bex: *pounds the table* Hahahaha...
Drew: I wish we brought a camera!
Zak: We can jack it off the security cameras and blackmail them with it!
Doc: Zak, blackmail is illegal. We'll need someone to do it who doesn't care if they get arrested. *smirks*
Bex: I'll call Uncle Doyle!
Saturdays: *laugh harder*
Bex: *hiccups* Holy crap, are WE drunk?
Zak: I don't know...
Drew: Ok, if I can't walk in a straight line, we're drunk. *tries to walk in a straight line and falls over*
Bex: *goes pink in the face and starts giggling*
Drew: *hiccup* We're drunk.
Doc: How'd we get drunk?
Zak: I don't know... I really don't.
Dr. Grey: Doc! Drew! Over here! *waves*
Saturdays: *go over and sit at the table with the rest of the Secret Scientists*
Doc: This is weird.
Dr. Beeman: The fact that we're all drunk, or the fact that we're all at the same place, drunk?
Doc: Both.
Dr. Cheeveyo: (uninterested) That's great. Fascinating. Who wants a beer?
Secret Scientists: *raise their hands*
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A/N: Just for the record, I don't know how they got drunk either.
This chapter idea is from JustFreedom.