Winter: 1988
"Come on, Ethel, Fred. This place says it's an office, maybe they'll let us stay. Until we go somewhere else anyway," Lucy said, hurrying into the office of 'Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable'. Then she added, "Boy, it sure is cold out there."
"What's all this about?" asked Fred.
"Well, we think it has something to do with Mr. H. G. Wells. This is the 4th place we've been," Lucy explained.
"Yeah," said Ethel, "And Lucy?"
"What?"
"No singing."
"Oh..."
"Singing?" asked Fred.
"We'll explain it more when we get home." Lucy said.
"IF we get home," Ethel said, sarcastically.
"Come on, Ethel. Let's just see where we are this time."
"Alright."
They went through the door to 'Heathcliff Huxtable'. "Excuse me Mr. ... Huxtable, can you tell us where we are?" Lucy asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...uh... well, ya' see... we've been travelling for a while, our car broke down, and... and we'd just like to know where we are. State... Year?"
"New York. And it's been '88 for almost 12 full months. Why?"
"Oh... we were just wondering. We didn't know WHERE we were. And we weren't sure if it was '89 yet..."
"Oh! Listen, do you have an appointment?"
"Appointment? For what?" Lucy asked.
"Is one of you pregnant?"
"Oh... no!" said Lucy, Ethel, and Fred, all at the same time.
"Yeah, I thought I was done for the day! Then what are you doing here!?"
"Well, we thought... well, our car broke down... ya' know, it's cold outside!"
Dr. Huxtable laughed a little chuckle, "That's a New York winter for ya'. Would you like a drink, and something to eat?"
"Well, if you don't mind," Ethel told him.
"Okay... follow me."
"Oh, Mr. Huxtable?" Lucy asked before he had left the room.
"Yes?"
"Are these your kids?
"Yes they are. One at college, 4 out with friends for Christmas break."
"Oh... Nice kids..." When Lucy set the picture back down, she just barely missed the table. The picture fell down, and the glass broke. "I'm sorry!"
"Yeah! This way."
They followed him into the living room, and then the kitchen. He poured four glasses of milk, and asked them, "Would you like something to eat?"
Ethel started to say something, but Lucy interrupted, "No, thank you."
Huxtable set the four glasses of milk down on the table, and asked, "So, what are your names?"
As they were sitting down, Fred said, "I'm Fred Mertz, this is my wife Ethel. And this is who I'm guessin' is the reason we're here, Lucy Ricardo."
"Fred what's that supposed to mean?" Lucy asked. She reached over to give him a playful shove, and knocked his milk over. Knocking it straight towards Dr. Huxtable. "Oh, Mr. Huxtable, I'm sorry. And I broke your picture, too."
"Now, that one. I had almost forgotten about. Don't worry, I can wash it out. I'll be right back," then he left.
"Ethel, how come... every place we go, I make a mistake?"
"Lucy?.. you make mistakes, even when we don't go somewhere. I don't know. Maybe it's an 'unknown' hobby."
"Ethel..."
"Crazy thing," he said about the remote. He slammed it against his hand, and Fred came back.
Now, thinking he had it fixed, he pushed a button on the remote, and sent them to...
March 31, 1952...
"Come on, Ethel, Fred. This place says it's an office, maybe they'll let us stay. Until we go somewhere else anyway," Lucy said, hurrying into the office of 'Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable'. Then she added, "Boy, it sure is cold out there."
"What's all this about?" asked Fred.
"Well, we think it has something to do with Mr. H. G. Wells. This is the 4th place we've been," Lucy explained.
"Yeah," said Ethel, "And Lucy?"
"What?"
"No singing."
"Oh..."
"Singing?" asked Fred.
"We'll explain it more when we get home." Lucy said.
"IF we get home," Ethel said, sarcastically.
"Come on, Ethel. Let's just see where we are this time."
"Alright."
They went through the door to 'Heathcliff Huxtable'. "Excuse me Mr. ... Huxtable, can you tell us where we are?" Lucy asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...uh... well, ya' see... we've been travelling for a while, our car broke down, and... and we'd just like to know where we are. State... Year?"
"New York. And it's been '88 for almost 12 full months. Why?"
"Oh... we were just wondering. We didn't know WHERE we were. And we weren't sure if it was '89 yet..."
"Oh! Listen, do you have an appointment?"
"Appointment? For what?" Lucy asked.
"Is one of you pregnant?"
"Oh... no!" said Lucy, Ethel, and Fred, all at the same time.
"Yeah, I thought I was done for the day! Then what are you doing here!?"
"Well, we thought... well, our car broke down... ya' know, it's cold outside!"
Dr. Huxtable laughed a little chuckle, "That's a New York winter for ya'. Would you like a drink, and something to eat?"
"Well, if you don't mind," Ethel told him.
"Okay... follow me."
"Oh, Mr. Huxtable?" Lucy asked before he had left the room.
"Yes?"
"Are these your kids?
"Yes they are. One at college, 4 out with friends for Christmas break."
"Oh... Nice kids..." When Lucy set the picture back down, she just barely missed the table. The picture fell down, and the glass broke. "I'm sorry!"
"Yeah! This way."
They followed him into the living room, and then the kitchen. He poured four glasses of milk, and asked them, "Would you like something to eat?"
Ethel started to say something, but Lucy interrupted, "No, thank you."
Huxtable set the four glasses of milk down on the table, and asked, "So, what are your names?"
As they were sitting down, Fred said, "I'm Fred Mertz, this is my wife Ethel. And this is who I'm guessin' is the reason we're here, Lucy Ricardo."
"Fred what's that supposed to mean?" Lucy asked. She reached over to give him a playful shove, and knocked his milk over. Knocking it straight towards Dr. Huxtable. "Oh, Mr. Huxtable, I'm sorry. And I broke your picture, too."
"Now, that one. I had almost forgotten about. Don't worry, I can wash it out. I'll be right back," then he left.
"Ethel, how come... every place we go, I make a mistake?"
"Lucy?.. you make mistakes, even when we don't go somewhere. I don't know. Maybe it's an 'unknown' hobby."
"Ethel..."
"Crazy thing," he said about the remote. He slammed it against his hand, and Fred came back.
Now, thinking he had it fixed, he pushed a button on the remote, and sent them to...
March 31, 1952...