Disclaimer: Aren't ours, ya know. Thought they might as well, as they are sooo out of character.

A/N: Yes, another one… This one makes no more sense than the last one, but whatever. It will be continued… *cue Jaws music* haha… enjoy our randomness. What can I say? We're easily amused. *grin*

Mimi: *on the stage of the cat scratch club, working there for the money to buy the group's Cap n' Crunch* H'lo all! Tonight, I'd like to do something a little different from my handcuff dance..

Roger: No handcuff dance? *pouty face*

Mimi: *stage whisper* That's what the LOFT is for, Roger

Roger: *eyes widen* Oooooooooooh... ok then.

Collins: HEY! EVERYONE! Meet me at the LOFT after the show!!

Mimi: *sweatdrop*

Roger: (to Mimi) We may have to use your apartment... If they're gonna be in the loft

Mark: I'm boooored

Mimi: But...our toys are at your house! *wails*

Maureen: Hi Marky!

Roger: We do live in the same building.

Mimi: Well, just as long as you bring the -things- to my room

Mark: *point* WORM!

Mark: Oh no...

Maureen: *slap* Why are you always calling me a worm? *runs over to Joanne*

Mimi: Don't forget the pie, darling

Roger: we used all the pie laaast time. How about Jell-o?

Mimi: Weeelll... ok. Do you have a whip or shall we use mine?

Joanne: What now, Honeybear?

Roger: BOTH!

Mark: Collins, I'm bored still.

Maureen: Mark called me a...a... WORM again!

Collins: Me too. And Roger and Meems are grossing me out over here.

Joanne: You probably deserved it.

Joanne: Want me to kick him where it hurts?

Mark: Let's go.

Collins: Think we could find those whips before they do?

Roger: (seductively) yes... lets go

Mimi: *attacks Collins* HOW DO YOU KNOW WE'RE NOT JUST MAKIN' DINNER!

Mark: *runs out of club and down the street to loft*

Angel: Oh, he knows, hun. He KNOWS

Collins: *mumbles* more then that

Mimi: Angel! *tackles* You're ALIIVVVEEE!

Angel: Yeah, where have you been?

Grim reaper: Oh bother... I lost my script again. Is he dead yet?

Director: Nooo... CUT!

Grim Reaper: FINE! Oh well. I'LL BE BACK!

Director: Ughh... Continue!!

Roger: Did anyone notice that Mark left, cuz I didn't

Mimi: I still haven't done my dance routine

Collins: That's ok... Angel killed some yuppie's cat today. for $2000.

Mimi: But I wanna dance anyways!

Roger: Ok... I'll wait.

Mimi: Angel.. will yoo help me?

Angel: No problem, hun.

Angel: *pulls pickle tub out of thin air*

Mimi: *dramatic flare* Alrightay! Lights! Camera! Maracas! *flamenco beat plays*

Collins: *blinks at Angel* Honey, were you looking at Mark's enchantments? *reprimands*

Roger: *tries to hula*

Angel: No.. Nu-uh! I taught him all those!

Mimi: *cha...Cha...CHAAA* THEY CALL ME CUBAN PETE! AH'M DA KING OF DA RUMBA BEAT! WHEN IT PLAY I GO CHICK-CHICKY-BOOM, CHICK-CHICKY-BOOM CHICK-CHICKY-BOOM!!! *dances across the stage wildly*

Collins: *twiddles fingers in dance*

Roger: You go, girl!

Mimi: *uber tackles Roger* WE CAN SIINNGGG.. All the DAY-O!! If you like to DANCE and SING! Take a look at da Rumba KING!

Angel: *gasp* Mimi! Did you have an operation?

Angel: Don't you think Roger will be upset?

Mimi: I..uh..meant... Queen!

Roger:  Have you SEEN how much RENT slashfiction there is on FF.N? ((A/N: Yes, and I want more! I like it…))

Roger: Oh no... she didn't have an operation. I know... *evil grin*

Mimi: ROGER! Not in front of the kids!

Roger: *looks around for kids and spots pickle tub*

Mimi: Lets hold it for RANSOM! *steals Angel's pickel tub nd writes a note* ( Note Says: "We have your pickle tub. Please bring $2000 to the Life Cafe)

Angel: Hey, that's mine!

(( To Be Continued..  ))