Day Seven
[Peter] I can't believe this trip is over already!
[Dave] Me too. *Sob*
[Mark] Yo tambien.
[Peter] God, he's still speaking in Spanish!
[Mark] Si.
[Deb] Lol.
[Mark] Que?
[Deb] Lol. It means Laugh out Loud.
[Mark] Oh.
[Dave] Was that English?
[Mark] Ingles? No.
[Kerry] Here comes the bus!
[Cleo] Good. It was getting hot out here.
[Peter] Will you stop complaining?
[Cleo] Why? It's my nature.
[Peter] Oh, okay.
[John] Dave, will you stop crying?
[Dave] *sob*
[Luka] ???
[Deb] Here comes the bus!
[Kerry] Good.
[Romano] Ah, nice and cool!
[Dave] *Sob* Good-bye Disneyland.
[Deb] Dave, you're such a wuss.
[Dave] Boo hoo hoo!
[Luka] Do you need a Kleenex?
[Dave] Un hun.
[Luka] Yo! Anyone got a Kleenex?
[Elizabeth] I do!
[Luka] Can we use it?
[Elizabeth] Sure.
[Luka] Here Dave.
(Dave blows his nose and wipes his eyes)
[Dave] Do you want it back?
[Elizabeth] Um, no thanks.
[Dave] A gift! Wow, it isn't even Christmas or my birthday!
[John] You're being stupid again.
[Mark] Si. Tonto!
[Deb] Shut up.
[Dave] Oh, sorry. E=MC2
[Cleo] Hey, I still need a battery. Anyone got one?
[John] Sure.
(he throws is and it hits her between they eyes.)
[Cleo] Ow.
[Peter] Why aren't you dead?
[Cleo] Why would I be dead?
[Peter] I hit you between the eyes...
[Cleo] Yeah, but not THAT hard.
[Peter] Are you sure?
[Romano] I really don't want that Doug guy coming back.
[Luka] Me either.
[Mark] Me gusta Doug.
[Dave & Deb] SHUT UP!!!!!
[Mark] Pesaroso! Mi Dios!
[Deb] ERRR! Let me at him!
[Dave] Fight! Fight! Fight!
[Bessie, the Bus Driver] Not on my bus!!!
[Dave] Why not?
[Bessie, the Bus Driver] I can't stand the sight of blood.
[Romano] Me too.
[John] But you're a doctor. A surgeon no less!
[Romano] So? It's the truth.
[Elizabeth] He is, believe me!
[Cleo] Why should we?
[Elizabeth] 'Cause I work with him.
[Mark] Como no.
[Deb] One more word out of you and...
[Bessie, the Bus Driver] No fighting, remember children?
[Deb] I ain't no child!
[Kerry] I'm not a child.
[Deb] What are you an English teacher?
[Kerry] Almost.
[John] Wow, I didn't know that.
[Deb] So much for being omnipotent!
[Luka] Do you realize that Abby hasn't said anything for a while?
[Abby] You're right, I haven't!
[Dave] Who cares?
[Abby] I do. I get paid by the line.
[Cleo] What?! You're getting paid for this?
[Abby] Yeah, why else would I do it?
[Dave] Yeah, you don't think I'm always this dumb, do you?
[Cleo] Well...
[Romano] And do you think I'm really afraid of blood.
[Elizabeth] Well, no.
[Mark] I don't even speak Spanish.
[Peter] The secret comes out.
[Luka] Damn, Abby. I knew you couldn't keep that under wraps.
[Abby] I need lines! I've got an education to pay for!
[Dave] Yeah, I guess Cleo would have found out sooner or later.
[Peter] I don't know...
[Cleo] Hey!
[John] Maybe later...
[Cleo] You mean all of you are getting paid for this?
[Luka] Yeah.
[Cleo] Even you Bessie?
[Bessie, the Bus Driver] Yup. I am a WWF fanatic.
[Cleo] Kovacsgirl!!!!
[Kovacsgirl] You called?
[Luka] It was more like screaming...
[Cleo] Are all these punks getting paid?
[Dave] I'm not a punk!
[Cleo] You're right. You're a bum.
[Dave] Hey!
[Kovacsgirl] Yeah. Pretty much so.
[Cleo] Are you?
[Kovacsgirl] No, I don't own the rights to ER.
[Cleo] Well, why am I not getting paid?
[Kovacsgirl] Do you really want to know?
[Cleo] Yes!
[Kovacsgirl] We'll need Pollster Chico for that. Chico!
[Pollster Chico] What's up dudes?
[Deb] Ah-HEM.
[Pollster Chico] Oh, sorry. Dudes and dudets.
[Kovacsgirl] Actually Chico, we need some help.
[Pollster Chico] Oh hey Sarah, what's hanging?
[Kovacsgirl] Shhh, they're not supposed to know that.
[Pollster Chico] Right...
[Luka] You're name's Sarah.
[Kovacsgirl] Yeah.
[Luka] I thought we weren't supposed to tell us that.
[Kovacsgirl] Hell, I've practically broken every other rule in this fic, why not go all out?
[Luka] Good point.
[Cleo] What about me?
[Kovacsgirl] Oh, sorry. Yeah. Chico, we need the results of the poll.
[Pollster Chico] Which one?
[Kovacsgirl] The one about Cleo.
[Pollster Chico] Oh, that one's pretty ugly man. You sure that's the one you want?
[Kovacsgirl] She asked for it herself.
[Pollster Chico] Okay man. Well, 90 percent of you said you'd like to see Cleo not get paid. 2 percent said the greasy hared Croat...
[Luka] Hey! I don't have greasy hair!
[Pollster Chico] Hey, keep your shirt on man. 3 percent said the horrid little turd.
[Romano] That's me.
[Pollster Chico] 1 percent said the druggie.
[John] I'm getting better!
[Pollster Chico] 1 percent said the cranky cripple.
[Kerry] I AM NOT CRANKY!
[Pollster Chico] That's in the eye of the beholder, lady. And finally, 2 percent said the brain dead attending.
[Mark] What?
[Kovacsgirl] There you go. That's why.
[Cleo] Where's that poll from?
[Pollster Chico] Ve havh our sources.
[Kerry] Everyone off the bus, we're at the airport.
[Dave] Bossy, bossy.
[Kerry] Are you coming back to Chicago with us Kovacsgirl? ...And Pollster Chico?
[Kovacsgirl] Nah, this is where I leave you guys.
[Luka] So, is this the end?
[Kovacsgirl] Yes.
[Dave] It's so sad! *Sob*
[Deb] Not this again! You sound like a foghorn when you blow your nose.
[Dave] Do not!
[John] Will we ever see you again?
[Kovacsgirl] Oh, I imagine so. Old writers never die. They just keep on writing.
[Everyone] Bye!
[Kerry] Thank-you.
[Kovacsgirl] Don't mention it. See you all later.
(They leave)
[Pollster Chico] So, what do you have brewing in your mind for your next comedy?
[Kovacsgirl] Oh, I don't know. Maybe a "Survivor" type thing. Maybe I'll do a Shakespeare. We'll see.
[Pollster Chico] I imagine we will...
*El Fin*
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Well, that's it. This crazy story has finally come to a close. I wonder what will happen later...
Thank-yous:
· My loyal readers from neoxer.com, fanfiction.net, and fanfiction.ertvonline.com. Thank-you so much for hanging on to the end! I've had a ball with this story and I'm glad that so many others have enjoyed it like I have! I also appreciate your generous reviews. I love to hear from you!
· The web masters and mistresses from the afort mentioned sites. Thank-you for posting "Travels With Us" and all my other fics. I couldn't keep going without you!
· Rachel: Thank-you for your continued support!
· Anna: you may not want to *perform* this one, but your excitement has kept me going. Sam: thanks for all the wackiness in my life! Brooke: Thank-you for the continued support. Sarah M, Julian, and Phoebe: Thank-you for just "being there!"
· My family: Thank-you for not mentioning all the time spent on the computer working on this! Thank-you for your support.
· Mrs. Gant: Thank-you for teaching me how to write in *proper* English!
· Senora: Thanks to you I can speak Spanish!
Dedications:
To my loving Grandfather. You may not be here to see this, but I know you'd get a kick out of it!
Please contact me any time with your questions, comments, concerns, criticisms, and complaints. I love to hear from you: kovacsgirl@yahoo.com or hotaru_13@altavista.com.
[Peter] I can't believe this trip is over already!
[Dave] Me too. *Sob*
[Mark] Yo tambien.
[Peter] God, he's still speaking in Spanish!
[Mark] Si.
[Deb] Lol.
[Mark] Que?
[Deb] Lol. It means Laugh out Loud.
[Mark] Oh.
[Dave] Was that English?
[Mark] Ingles? No.
[Kerry] Here comes the bus!
[Cleo] Good. It was getting hot out here.
[Peter] Will you stop complaining?
[Cleo] Why? It's my nature.
[Peter] Oh, okay.
[John] Dave, will you stop crying?
[Dave] *sob*
[Luka] ???
[Deb] Here comes the bus!
[Kerry] Good.
[Romano] Ah, nice and cool!
[Dave] *Sob* Good-bye Disneyland.
[Deb] Dave, you're such a wuss.
[Dave] Boo hoo hoo!
[Luka] Do you need a Kleenex?
[Dave] Un hun.
[Luka] Yo! Anyone got a Kleenex?
[Elizabeth] I do!
[Luka] Can we use it?
[Elizabeth] Sure.
[Luka] Here Dave.
(Dave blows his nose and wipes his eyes)
[Dave] Do you want it back?
[Elizabeth] Um, no thanks.
[Dave] A gift! Wow, it isn't even Christmas or my birthday!
[John] You're being stupid again.
[Mark] Si. Tonto!
[Deb] Shut up.
[Dave] Oh, sorry. E=MC2
[Cleo] Hey, I still need a battery. Anyone got one?
[John] Sure.
(he throws is and it hits her between they eyes.)
[Cleo] Ow.
[Peter] Why aren't you dead?
[Cleo] Why would I be dead?
[Peter] I hit you between the eyes...
[Cleo] Yeah, but not THAT hard.
[Peter] Are you sure?
[Romano] I really don't want that Doug guy coming back.
[Luka] Me either.
[Mark] Me gusta Doug.
[Dave & Deb] SHUT UP!!!!!
[Mark] Pesaroso! Mi Dios!
[Deb] ERRR! Let me at him!
[Dave] Fight! Fight! Fight!
[Bessie, the Bus Driver] Not on my bus!!!
[Dave] Why not?
[Bessie, the Bus Driver] I can't stand the sight of blood.
[Romano] Me too.
[John] But you're a doctor. A surgeon no less!
[Romano] So? It's the truth.
[Elizabeth] He is, believe me!
[Cleo] Why should we?
[Elizabeth] 'Cause I work with him.
[Mark] Como no.
[Deb] One more word out of you and...
[Bessie, the Bus Driver] No fighting, remember children?
[Deb] I ain't no child!
[Kerry] I'm not a child.
[Deb] What are you an English teacher?
[Kerry] Almost.
[John] Wow, I didn't know that.
[Deb] So much for being omnipotent!
[Luka] Do you realize that Abby hasn't said anything for a while?
[Abby] You're right, I haven't!
[Dave] Who cares?
[Abby] I do. I get paid by the line.
[Cleo] What?! You're getting paid for this?
[Abby] Yeah, why else would I do it?
[Dave] Yeah, you don't think I'm always this dumb, do you?
[Cleo] Well...
[Romano] And do you think I'm really afraid of blood.
[Elizabeth] Well, no.
[Mark] I don't even speak Spanish.
[Peter] The secret comes out.
[Luka] Damn, Abby. I knew you couldn't keep that under wraps.
[Abby] I need lines! I've got an education to pay for!
[Dave] Yeah, I guess Cleo would have found out sooner or later.
[Peter] I don't know...
[Cleo] Hey!
[John] Maybe later...
[Cleo] You mean all of you are getting paid for this?
[Luka] Yeah.
[Cleo] Even you Bessie?
[Bessie, the Bus Driver] Yup. I am a WWF fanatic.
[Cleo] Kovacsgirl!!!!
[Kovacsgirl] You called?
[Luka] It was more like screaming...
[Cleo] Are all these punks getting paid?
[Dave] I'm not a punk!
[Cleo] You're right. You're a bum.
[Dave] Hey!
[Kovacsgirl] Yeah. Pretty much so.
[Cleo] Are you?
[Kovacsgirl] No, I don't own the rights to ER.
[Cleo] Well, why am I not getting paid?
[Kovacsgirl] Do you really want to know?
[Cleo] Yes!
[Kovacsgirl] We'll need Pollster Chico for that. Chico!
[Pollster Chico] What's up dudes?
[Deb] Ah-HEM.
[Pollster Chico] Oh, sorry. Dudes and dudets.
[Kovacsgirl] Actually Chico, we need some help.
[Pollster Chico] Oh hey Sarah, what's hanging?
[Kovacsgirl] Shhh, they're not supposed to know that.
[Pollster Chico] Right...
[Luka] You're name's Sarah.
[Kovacsgirl] Yeah.
[Luka] I thought we weren't supposed to tell us that.
[Kovacsgirl] Hell, I've practically broken every other rule in this fic, why not go all out?
[Luka] Good point.
[Cleo] What about me?
[Kovacsgirl] Oh, sorry. Yeah. Chico, we need the results of the poll.
[Pollster Chico] Which one?
[Kovacsgirl] The one about Cleo.
[Pollster Chico] Oh, that one's pretty ugly man. You sure that's the one you want?
[Kovacsgirl] She asked for it herself.
[Pollster Chico] Okay man. Well, 90 percent of you said you'd like to see Cleo not get paid. 2 percent said the greasy hared Croat...
[Luka] Hey! I don't have greasy hair!
[Pollster Chico] Hey, keep your shirt on man. 3 percent said the horrid little turd.
[Romano] That's me.
[Pollster Chico] 1 percent said the druggie.
[John] I'm getting better!
[Pollster Chico] 1 percent said the cranky cripple.
[Kerry] I AM NOT CRANKY!
[Pollster Chico] That's in the eye of the beholder, lady. And finally, 2 percent said the brain dead attending.
[Mark] What?
[Kovacsgirl] There you go. That's why.
[Cleo] Where's that poll from?
[Pollster Chico] Ve havh our sources.
[Kerry] Everyone off the bus, we're at the airport.
[Dave] Bossy, bossy.
[Kerry] Are you coming back to Chicago with us Kovacsgirl? ...And Pollster Chico?
[Kovacsgirl] Nah, this is where I leave you guys.
[Luka] So, is this the end?
[Kovacsgirl] Yes.
[Dave] It's so sad! *Sob*
[Deb] Not this again! You sound like a foghorn when you blow your nose.
[Dave] Do not!
[John] Will we ever see you again?
[Kovacsgirl] Oh, I imagine so. Old writers never die. They just keep on writing.
[Everyone] Bye!
[Kerry] Thank-you.
[Kovacsgirl] Don't mention it. See you all later.
(They leave)
[Pollster Chico] So, what do you have brewing in your mind for your next comedy?
[Kovacsgirl] Oh, I don't know. Maybe a "Survivor" type thing. Maybe I'll do a Shakespeare. We'll see.
[Pollster Chico] I imagine we will...
*El Fin*
-----------------------------------------------------------
Well, that's it. This crazy story has finally come to a close. I wonder what will happen later...
Thank-yous:
· My loyal readers from neoxer.com, fanfiction.net, and fanfiction.ertvonline.com. Thank-you so much for hanging on to the end! I've had a ball with this story and I'm glad that so many others have enjoyed it like I have! I also appreciate your generous reviews. I love to hear from you!
· The web masters and mistresses from the afort mentioned sites. Thank-you for posting "Travels With Us" and all my other fics. I couldn't keep going without you!
· Rachel: Thank-you for your continued support!
· Anna: you may not want to *perform* this one, but your excitement has kept me going. Sam: thanks for all the wackiness in my life! Brooke: Thank-you for the continued support. Sarah M, Julian, and Phoebe: Thank-you for just "being there!"
· My family: Thank-you for not mentioning all the time spent on the computer working on this! Thank-you for your support.
· Mrs. Gant: Thank-you for teaching me how to write in *proper* English!
· Senora: Thanks to you I can speak Spanish!
Dedications:
To my loving Grandfather. You may not be here to see this, but I know you'd get a kick out of it!
Please contact me any time with your questions, comments, concerns, criticisms, and complaints. I love to hear from you: kovacsgirl@yahoo.com or hotaru_13@altavista.com.