A/N: Italics are Darien's opening monologue. Bold indicates a Tommy monologue. I'm going to try to split this so that readers familiar with one show will understand what's going on for those characters, but not what's happening with the other show, kinda like how the characters of each show won't know about their new "friends" as much as they know about themselves. There WILL be a revelation chapter though, when everything becomes clear to both parties. I hope this works, but don't kill me if this doesn't.

Disclaimer: I own squat.

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Shakespeare once wrote, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." I had once thought that Big Foot was a stretch on my imagination. However, these last couple of days, my mind was stretched to the point of breaking.

"Why in heaven's name are we being sent to Pleasantville?"

Sitting on The Agency's plane, Hobbes, once again, was complaining about what sounded like a pointless assignment. Darien, in the meantime, was just trying to figure out where exactly Pleasantville was. For the life of him, he could not piece together the clue that The Official had given them.

The smaller partner kept rambling. "We could be out trying to find Arnaud. You remember, the permanently invisible terrorist that's been giving us so much trouble on a nearly daily basis? But no, the Fat Man has to send us to some little 'burb with the intent of quelling a town riot that hasn't even started."

"But the tension's there, Hobbes," Darien interjected. "They've all mobbed up before about the same thing. And besides, this is our way of paying back Fish and Game for their sponsorship, you know. We still have to pay back-rent, so if they want us to stop a town from getting into fight over a wolf, then that's what we have to so." Bobby just glared at his wild-haired partner. Darien sighed. "Fine, think of it as a hostage situation. We have to save the wolf before they kill it."

"But I won't even get to use my gun."

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You would think that with my history of fighting common movie-monsters, I'd be ready for just about anything. I mean, I've fought vampires, demons, Frankenstein's monster, and of course, werewolves. None of these could possibly prepare me to fight something that I couldn't see.

"He-he. Head explody."

As Tommy and Lori entered The Lair, they were greeted by the sight of Merton sitting at his desk, laughing at the comic book in his hand.

"Merton, what are you reading?" Tommy inquired.

The goth jumped as his friend addressed him, knowing that he had been caught. "It's a comic. Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. A must-read for any self-respecting goth."

"Remind me to avoid it then," Lori mumbled.

Merton put down the book and looked at his friends. "What are we going to do tonight? All night movie-fest? A lively jaunt around town?" Just then, Tommy flopped down onto Merton's bed. "Or maybe a 24 hour nap?"

Tommy sighed. "I'm sorry, man, but I'm seriously tired. Practice took way too much out of me, not to mention that I was up all night fighting that cricket-looking thingy."

"Yeah, I still don't know what that was."

"Whatever."

Merton sighed. "What about you, Lori? Up for some crazy Pleasantville nightlife?" He was answered by a yawn. "Let me guess, too tired as well?"

"Just slightly."

"Okay, well, I can spend time by myself. Heck, I did it for years before now. Maybe it's just the right moment for a little Merton time."

Lori curled into the nearest chair and yawned again. "Okay, you do that."

Merton looked at his exhausted friends and smiled. They looked so cute when they were tired. Quietly, he walked across the room and out the door, ready for a night on the town.

Between yawns and with her eyes shut, Lori asked Tommy, "Do you think he'll be okay by himself?"

"Don't worry." Tommy mumbled as he drifted off to sleep. "I just beat a monster. It will be another week before something new shows up."