Authors note: Please review. I think we all know that spot and jack are
hot. I think this will probably be my last guest. I'm going to make another
fan fic this one is getting boring and I don't really have that many more
characters. Thanks for all you people who have read my work.
Welcome to the dating game show here's your host Yanchi.
Yanchi: Thank you Wow it looks like a full house tonight. (looks at the crowd). Well todays show will be the last show of the dating game. They are canceling the show because the ratings are down. Can you believe that.
Crowd: awwwwwww, booooo, We love you Yanchi
Yanchi: thanks for your support, but don't worry about me there are many gigs in this time that I can get. If you're a producer or director please call my agent. Well anyway for todays game we have a lovely women from Chicago, Illinios. She plays the trimpute at the university of Chicago. Her hobbies are hanging out with friends. Lets give a warm welcome for Allison.
Allison walks out carrying something that looks really similar to a gun. She grabs yanchi and points the gun at Yanchi's head
Allison: Don't come any closer or Yanchi gets it
Crowd: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yanchi: I think she means it don't come closer
Security: Please put the gun down before somebody gets hurt. (slowly moves toward Allison)
Allison: I said back or Yanchi gets it
Yanchi: Where's my agent, I want to talk to my agent
Allison: Yanchi shut up
Agent on the phone: Yanchi are you alright your assistant told me what is happening.
Yanchi: No Bob I'm not alright. I have a gun pointed at my head.
Bob: Don't need to be sarcastic okay Yanchi. What do you want me to do. (sounds scared) I'm coming to the studio right know, okay
Yanchi: No don't hang up
Bob hangs up on Yanchi and is coming to the studio
Security: What do you want miss?
Allison: The names Allison, oh crap I shouldn't have told them my name. I want a million dollars.
Security: Sorry we can't do that
Yanchi: Just give her the goddam money, your going to catch her anyway
Allison: How do you know that
Yanchi: Don't you what cop shows, the bad guys always get caught
Allison: Well this is going to turn out different I'm not going to get caught
Yanchi: Sure whatever
Bob comes in
Bob: Yanchi stay calm the cops are coming
Yanchi: Good at least you know how to do that
Bob: What's that supposed to mean
Yanchi: You are the worst agent ever, when I get out of here the first thing I'm going to do is fire you then I'll make sure you never work in this town again.
Bob: Yanchi come on. I can make you big
Yanchi: I don't think so
Allison: Will you two shut up I'm trying to do a stick up here
Cops come
Cops: Put the gun down or we will have to use force
Yanchi: I don't think so, not when I'm standing right here with a gun to my head
Bob: I think she should just shoot you Yanchi
Yanchi: What, oh nice
Allison: Everybody stand back or I'll shoot
Security runs up and grabs the gun
Security: Hey this isn't even loaded
Allison: uh….. (runs)
Cops run after her
Security: Are you alright miss
Yanchi: (hugs the security guard) Thanks
Security: sure it was my job
Yanchi: I'm alright
Cops catch Allison
Cops: your going to a wonderful place called jail
Allison: Nooooo you can't take me their
Cops hall her away, not before Yanchi could thank them
Yanchi: I'd like to thank all the people who helped out especially the cops and this brave security guard
Bob: Hey how about me
Yanchi: (glares at him) Anyway thank you all
Three bachelors come on stage.
Bachelor #1: What the hell happened here
Bachelor #2: sorry where late
Bachelor #3: Yeah sorry
Yanchi: Who are you
Bachelor #1: oh I'm crutchy
Bachelor #2: specs
Bachelor #3: boots
Yanchi: (looks confused)
Specs: Where the bachelors
Yanchi: oh, you come know what where you guys doing
Boots: we where eating lunch and we sort of lost track of time
Crutchy: What happened here
Yanchi: oh nothing, you'll probably se it on tommorows paper (looking at the herd of photographers and reporters, most of them talking to the security and cops)
Reporter: Yanchi where you scared
Yanchi: What do you think
Reporter #2: We heard you fired your agent
Yanchi: That's right
Reporter #2: Why
Yanchi: He can't do his job
Yanchi starts moving backstage, security comes and escorts her backstage, three bachelor come
Crutchy: something big must of happened
Specs: Yeah
Yanchi: Thank god this nightmare is over, I need a drink
Yanchi goes to her car and drives home, She parks her car and walks into her house to find that she had 50 messages
Message #1: Hey Yanchi this is Mush remember me from yesterday yeah I was wondering if (beep)
Message #2: You wanted to go out, my numbers (beep)
Message #3: 546-9867, love yah
Message #4: well it's 1:25 and you still haven't called did you get my message. My numbers (beep)
Message #5: 546-9867
Yanchi: What the hell
Message #6: Yanchi its your mother, are you still coming to thanksgiving dinner remember to bring the turkey.
Message #7: It's mother again, are you okay I just watched the news and it said that you where in trouble. Call me
Message #8: Well it's 1:30 and you still haven't called me.
Skips through the ones with Mushes voice on it
Message # 20: Yanchi I know your upset so I want you to think about this clearly if you fire me you'll be nothing
Message #21: nothinngggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg (beep)
Message #22: nothingggg you hear that nothing(beep)
Message #23: ggggggg
Yanchi: note to self get a restraining order for mush and bob.
Yanchi skips all of bobs message that say nothing
Message #40: well it's 5:00 and I'm still waiting by the phone. Call me
Message #41: mother again did I tell you to bring the turkey I really ment you should bring the salad
Message #42: Scratch that you should bring the turkey
Message #43: No bring the salad
Message #44: Hmmm bring the turkey and the salad
Message #45: oh yeah I forgot to mention that your ex-husband is going to be their
Yanchi: what, why that little weasel
Message #46: He married you cousin Pooga
Message # 47: Well it's 6:00 and you still haven't called me. I'll be waiting
Message #48: Yanchi when I get out of jail I'm going to hunt you down and kill you
Yanchi: Isn't that nice
Message #49: Mother again I should warn you that your ex-boyfriend is also going to be their he married your younger sister
Yanchi: why that little bitch
Message #50: Well 6:05 and you still haven't called. I'm still waiting
Yanchi looks at the clock it's 6:15
Yanchi: To many creepy people in this world
Phone starts ringing
Yanchi: Hello
?: hi, yanchi
Yanchi: Who's this
?: oh it's Mush
Yanchi: How did you get this number
Mush: from someboy, but that's not important
Yanchi hangs up and pulls the cords out of the phone and heads for her bed.
Authors note: Freaky huh, well that's the end of the dating game
Welcome to the dating game show here's your host Yanchi.
Yanchi: Thank you Wow it looks like a full house tonight. (looks at the crowd). Well todays show will be the last show of the dating game. They are canceling the show because the ratings are down. Can you believe that.
Crowd: awwwwwww, booooo, We love you Yanchi
Yanchi: thanks for your support, but don't worry about me there are many gigs in this time that I can get. If you're a producer or director please call my agent. Well anyway for todays game we have a lovely women from Chicago, Illinios. She plays the trimpute at the university of Chicago. Her hobbies are hanging out with friends. Lets give a warm welcome for Allison.
Allison walks out carrying something that looks really similar to a gun. She grabs yanchi and points the gun at Yanchi's head
Allison: Don't come any closer or Yanchi gets it
Crowd: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yanchi: I think she means it don't come closer
Security: Please put the gun down before somebody gets hurt. (slowly moves toward Allison)
Allison: I said back or Yanchi gets it
Yanchi: Where's my agent, I want to talk to my agent
Allison: Yanchi shut up
Agent on the phone: Yanchi are you alright your assistant told me what is happening.
Yanchi: No Bob I'm not alright. I have a gun pointed at my head.
Bob: Don't need to be sarcastic okay Yanchi. What do you want me to do. (sounds scared) I'm coming to the studio right know, okay
Yanchi: No don't hang up
Bob hangs up on Yanchi and is coming to the studio
Security: What do you want miss?
Allison: The names Allison, oh crap I shouldn't have told them my name. I want a million dollars.
Security: Sorry we can't do that
Yanchi: Just give her the goddam money, your going to catch her anyway
Allison: How do you know that
Yanchi: Don't you what cop shows, the bad guys always get caught
Allison: Well this is going to turn out different I'm not going to get caught
Yanchi: Sure whatever
Bob comes in
Bob: Yanchi stay calm the cops are coming
Yanchi: Good at least you know how to do that
Bob: What's that supposed to mean
Yanchi: You are the worst agent ever, when I get out of here the first thing I'm going to do is fire you then I'll make sure you never work in this town again.
Bob: Yanchi come on. I can make you big
Yanchi: I don't think so
Allison: Will you two shut up I'm trying to do a stick up here
Cops come
Cops: Put the gun down or we will have to use force
Yanchi: I don't think so, not when I'm standing right here with a gun to my head
Bob: I think she should just shoot you Yanchi
Yanchi: What, oh nice
Allison: Everybody stand back or I'll shoot
Security runs up and grabs the gun
Security: Hey this isn't even loaded
Allison: uh….. (runs)
Cops run after her
Security: Are you alright miss
Yanchi: (hugs the security guard) Thanks
Security: sure it was my job
Yanchi: I'm alright
Cops catch Allison
Cops: your going to a wonderful place called jail
Allison: Nooooo you can't take me their
Cops hall her away, not before Yanchi could thank them
Yanchi: I'd like to thank all the people who helped out especially the cops and this brave security guard
Bob: Hey how about me
Yanchi: (glares at him) Anyway thank you all
Three bachelors come on stage.
Bachelor #1: What the hell happened here
Bachelor #2: sorry where late
Bachelor #3: Yeah sorry
Yanchi: Who are you
Bachelor #1: oh I'm crutchy
Bachelor #2: specs
Bachelor #3: boots
Yanchi: (looks confused)
Specs: Where the bachelors
Yanchi: oh, you come know what where you guys doing
Boots: we where eating lunch and we sort of lost track of time
Crutchy: What happened here
Yanchi: oh nothing, you'll probably se it on tommorows paper (looking at the herd of photographers and reporters, most of them talking to the security and cops)
Reporter: Yanchi where you scared
Yanchi: What do you think
Reporter #2: We heard you fired your agent
Yanchi: That's right
Reporter #2: Why
Yanchi: He can't do his job
Yanchi starts moving backstage, security comes and escorts her backstage, three bachelor come
Crutchy: something big must of happened
Specs: Yeah
Yanchi: Thank god this nightmare is over, I need a drink
Yanchi goes to her car and drives home, She parks her car and walks into her house to find that she had 50 messages
Message #1: Hey Yanchi this is Mush remember me from yesterday yeah I was wondering if (beep)
Message #2: You wanted to go out, my numbers (beep)
Message #3: 546-9867, love yah
Message #4: well it's 1:25 and you still haven't called did you get my message. My numbers (beep)
Message #5: 546-9867
Yanchi: What the hell
Message #6: Yanchi its your mother, are you still coming to thanksgiving dinner remember to bring the turkey.
Message #7: It's mother again, are you okay I just watched the news and it said that you where in trouble. Call me
Message #8: Well it's 1:30 and you still haven't called me.
Skips through the ones with Mushes voice on it
Message # 20: Yanchi I know your upset so I want you to think about this clearly if you fire me you'll be nothing
Message #21: nothinngggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg (beep)
Message #22: nothingggg you hear that nothing(beep)
Message #23: ggggggg
Yanchi: note to self get a restraining order for mush and bob.
Yanchi skips all of bobs message that say nothing
Message #40: well it's 5:00 and I'm still waiting by the phone. Call me
Message #41: mother again did I tell you to bring the turkey I really ment you should bring the salad
Message #42: Scratch that you should bring the turkey
Message #43: No bring the salad
Message #44: Hmmm bring the turkey and the salad
Message #45: oh yeah I forgot to mention that your ex-husband is going to be their
Yanchi: what, why that little weasel
Message #46: He married you cousin Pooga
Message # 47: Well it's 6:00 and you still haven't called me. I'll be waiting
Message #48: Yanchi when I get out of jail I'm going to hunt you down and kill you
Yanchi: Isn't that nice
Message #49: Mother again I should warn you that your ex-boyfriend is also going to be their he married your younger sister
Yanchi: why that little bitch
Message #50: Well 6:05 and you still haven't called. I'm still waiting
Yanchi looks at the clock it's 6:15
Yanchi: To many creepy people in this world
Phone starts ringing
Yanchi: Hello
?: hi, yanchi
Yanchi: Who's this
?: oh it's Mush
Yanchi: How did you get this number
Mush: from someboy, but that's not important
Yanchi hangs up and pulls the cords out of the phone and heads for her bed.
Authors note: Freaky huh, well that's the end of the dating game