Title: Romance and Mysteries
Authors: Linda23456, buck626, add_duck
Authors' Note: As you can see, this fic is the work of many people. It's a running story where each person posts part of it and leaves it unfinished so that the next person can play along. The story is currently being worked on at televisionwithoutpity.com, so feel free to come on over and add your own piece.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters or anything else (Brenda Hampton, et al do), but if we did, things might be better…
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Chapter 9
Robbie waited outside the gas station while IPS Joy ran inside to get them some diet sodas. Matt had disappeared into the men's room quite a while ago. What the hell was taking him so long in there?
Robbie decided that as soon as Joy came back, they were going to leave Matt behind and head to Vegas. With any luck, they could be married by tonight! He stared into space while daydreaming of having adult relations with his beloved International Pop Sensation.
He was jolted back to reality by the ringing of his cell phone. He checked the caller ID and answered it.
"Rocco. What's up?" he answered.
As he listened to the caller, he pulled up the left leg of his jeans to reveal a small revolver taped to his shin. He quickly covered it back up when he saw Matt and Joy walking towards him from the gas station.
He glared at Matt and said into the phone, "I know I owe you a favor, Rocco. Don't worry. I'll handle it. In fact it should be pretty easy."
Robbie ended the call and Joy asked, "Who was on the phone?"
Robbie replied, "An old friend of mine. Rocco Greenberg. I met him when I spent some time back east. In New York."
Matt and IPS started arguing again about what they were going to do, but Robbie interrupted, "I'll tell you what we're going to do. Our plan was to go to Vegas and that's where we're going.
Joy whispered to him, "But what about Dopey? How are we going to get rid of him?"
Robbie glared at Matt and replied "Don't worry. I'll deal with him. Why don't you drive? I'd like to stretch out in the back seat. Maybe I'll take a nap."
Joy agreed and got into the driver's seat while Robbie climbed in the back. Matt flopped into the passenger seat and they were on their way. They pulled out of the gas station and sped into the California desert.
Robbie was really tired, what with having to climb down a drain and retrieve his keys and all. So he slept in the back seat. As International Pop Sensation drove the car, Matt gazed at her. She was exquisite; with the way the wind ruffled her hair, and that body!! It was to die for. Matt struck up a conversation; the two talked about music, their lives and everything else under the sun. IPS slowly pulled to the side of the freeway; they were about halfway between Barstow and the state line -- some 20 miles from Baker. IPS leaned over to the passenger seat -- oh, she smelled so good to Matt. And that low-cut shirt revealed enough that Matt couldn't resist...
"You know, Robbie and I have seen the Tommy-Pamela video. He's too chicken shit to take me." With that, Matt began kissing IPS, then the two began groping each other. Matt had just gotten her shirt off when Robbie suddenly awoke. Dazed and confused, he leapt out of the car and to the drive side, pulling the revolver from around his ankle.
"What do you think you are doing?," Robbie screamed into the desert twighlight.
"He made me do it, Robbie," IPS countered. "He.. he.. he was an animal."
"Calm down, Robbie," Matt urged.
Robbie pointed the gun at Matt, then at IPS, then back to Matt. Tears flowed down IPS' cheek, when suddenly, Robbie pointed the gun at her and fired twice. IPS was hurt badly, but still alive....
After the two left IPS on the side of the freeway, Matt and Robbie sped off the freeway.
"Dog gone it," said Matt, "You were supposed to wait. That's why I went in the restroom in Victorville -- to get condoms. I WAS FINALLY GOING TO GET LAID!!!"
"Forget it," said Robbie. "That alley cat had been under everyone's fence, and quite frankly, she was a bore." The two headed for Vegas, where unbeknowst to them, Ruthie had struck it big and was staying in a Mirage penthouse room.
And somewhere, Rocco smiled. He could always count on Robbie, but one thing puzzled him: He had heard a hit had been ordered by the rabbi, but didn't know who was to carry it out. While he liked the rabbi, his No. 1 priority would always be who he considered his superior: Mary.....
Meanwhile, back on the airplane...
Annie was happily focused on her destination. "Good thing I went back to school all those times and learned how to fly a plane!" she thought to herself.
Mary came into the cockpit. "Uh, Mom? I have to say, the passengers are getting kind of restless. Maybe you could turn off the fasten seatbelt sign, so that I could serve some drinks to calm them down?"
Annie, angry that her thoughts had been disturbed, snapped "I'm not turning off anything! Why don't you just serve those drinks anyway?"
Mary bit her lip. "But, uh, Mom, the training I got said *specifically* that you can't serve the drinks until the captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign...and I *really* want this job to work out so I can prove I'm a responsible human being, so..."
"Oh, just shut up and get out of my sight!" Annie snarled, turning off the fasten seatbelt sign. "And don't you DARE serve any alcohol!" she yelled after her eldest daughter.
Mary returned to her seat, where Lucy was trying to calm the twins while contemplating the metal cage. "I got her to turn the sign off," Mary said in an annoyed voice. "But what does that have to do with your plan?"
Lucy rolled her eyes. Mary was so dumb, there was no point in explaining. "Never mind. Are there any tools on this plane, like a wire cutter?"
"How should I know?" Mary pouted. "What do I look like, a mechanic? And why does everybody always treat me like an idiot, anyway?" Angrily, Mary took out her eyelash curler and began primping.
"Mary!" Lucy exclaimed. "Your eyelash curler! It might be just what I need! Give it to me!"
"No way!" Mary declared. "You always get to be the smart one, the good one. Well, I get to be the pretty one. No way are you getting my cosmetic devices!"
While the sisters squabbled in the cabin, Annie received another radio transmission from her husband. "Annie, please! Talk to me!" RevCam begged. "What made you do this? Did you forget to take your hormones this morning?"
Simon groaned. "Dad, do you *really* think this is the time to bring that up?" he muttered. Sure enough, the Reverend's question was answered by high- pitched screeching. "Why, you...ungrateful...how DARE you...I gave you seven children!" Annie sputtered. "This is all your fault!"
"What's my fault?" RevCam asked.
"What you wrote in your planner!" Annie screeched, close to tears. "How *could* you?!"
"What did I write in my planner?" RevCam thought, trying desperately to remember. To Annie, he said, "Sweetheart, we can work this out, I promise. Tell me where you're going, so Simon knows where to head the plane."
Annie thought. "I'm going...to where there are volcanoes! You figure it out!"
"Do you mean Hawaii?" RevCam guessed.
"Well, there *are* volcanoes in Hawaii, aren't there?" Annie snarled. Actually, she had no idea if there were volcanoes in Hawaii or not. She had just made up the volcano thing to shut Ruthie up.
"Um, Darling," RevCam began. "Hawaii is to the west. You're heading east...towards Nevada..."
"Oh, would you SHUT UP!" Annie screamed. "Why do you always have to be right?" She didn't turn the plane around.
Simon was worried. "Dad, what should I do?" he said.
"Just follow her," RevCam answered. "Maybe there's something she wants to do in Nevada..."
Authors: Linda23456, buck626, add_duck
Authors' Note: As you can see, this fic is the work of many people. It's a running story where each person posts part of it and leaves it unfinished so that the next person can play along. The story is currently being worked on at televisionwithoutpity.com, so feel free to come on over and add your own piece.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters or anything else (Brenda Hampton, et al do), but if we did, things might be better…
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Chapter 9
Robbie waited outside the gas station while IPS Joy ran inside to get them some diet sodas. Matt had disappeared into the men's room quite a while ago. What the hell was taking him so long in there?
Robbie decided that as soon as Joy came back, they were going to leave Matt behind and head to Vegas. With any luck, they could be married by tonight! He stared into space while daydreaming of having adult relations with his beloved International Pop Sensation.
He was jolted back to reality by the ringing of his cell phone. He checked the caller ID and answered it.
"Rocco. What's up?" he answered.
As he listened to the caller, he pulled up the left leg of his jeans to reveal a small revolver taped to his shin. He quickly covered it back up when he saw Matt and Joy walking towards him from the gas station.
He glared at Matt and said into the phone, "I know I owe you a favor, Rocco. Don't worry. I'll handle it. In fact it should be pretty easy."
Robbie ended the call and Joy asked, "Who was on the phone?"
Robbie replied, "An old friend of mine. Rocco Greenberg. I met him when I spent some time back east. In New York."
Matt and IPS started arguing again about what they were going to do, but Robbie interrupted, "I'll tell you what we're going to do. Our plan was to go to Vegas and that's where we're going.
Joy whispered to him, "But what about Dopey? How are we going to get rid of him?"
Robbie glared at Matt and replied "Don't worry. I'll deal with him. Why don't you drive? I'd like to stretch out in the back seat. Maybe I'll take a nap."
Joy agreed and got into the driver's seat while Robbie climbed in the back. Matt flopped into the passenger seat and they were on their way. They pulled out of the gas station and sped into the California desert.
Robbie was really tired, what with having to climb down a drain and retrieve his keys and all. So he slept in the back seat. As International Pop Sensation drove the car, Matt gazed at her. She was exquisite; with the way the wind ruffled her hair, and that body!! It was to die for. Matt struck up a conversation; the two talked about music, their lives and everything else under the sun. IPS slowly pulled to the side of the freeway; they were about halfway between Barstow and the state line -- some 20 miles from Baker. IPS leaned over to the passenger seat -- oh, she smelled so good to Matt. And that low-cut shirt revealed enough that Matt couldn't resist...
"You know, Robbie and I have seen the Tommy-Pamela video. He's too chicken shit to take me." With that, Matt began kissing IPS, then the two began groping each other. Matt had just gotten her shirt off when Robbie suddenly awoke. Dazed and confused, he leapt out of the car and to the drive side, pulling the revolver from around his ankle.
"What do you think you are doing?," Robbie screamed into the desert twighlight.
"He made me do it, Robbie," IPS countered. "He.. he.. he was an animal."
"Calm down, Robbie," Matt urged.
Robbie pointed the gun at Matt, then at IPS, then back to Matt. Tears flowed down IPS' cheek, when suddenly, Robbie pointed the gun at her and fired twice. IPS was hurt badly, but still alive....
After the two left IPS on the side of the freeway, Matt and Robbie sped off the freeway.
"Dog gone it," said Matt, "You were supposed to wait. That's why I went in the restroom in Victorville -- to get condoms. I WAS FINALLY GOING TO GET LAID!!!"
"Forget it," said Robbie. "That alley cat had been under everyone's fence, and quite frankly, she was a bore." The two headed for Vegas, where unbeknowst to them, Ruthie had struck it big and was staying in a Mirage penthouse room.
And somewhere, Rocco smiled. He could always count on Robbie, but one thing puzzled him: He had heard a hit had been ordered by the rabbi, but didn't know who was to carry it out. While he liked the rabbi, his No. 1 priority would always be who he considered his superior: Mary.....
Meanwhile, back on the airplane...
Annie was happily focused on her destination. "Good thing I went back to school all those times and learned how to fly a plane!" she thought to herself.
Mary came into the cockpit. "Uh, Mom? I have to say, the passengers are getting kind of restless. Maybe you could turn off the fasten seatbelt sign, so that I could serve some drinks to calm them down?"
Annie, angry that her thoughts had been disturbed, snapped "I'm not turning off anything! Why don't you just serve those drinks anyway?"
Mary bit her lip. "But, uh, Mom, the training I got said *specifically* that you can't serve the drinks until the captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign...and I *really* want this job to work out so I can prove I'm a responsible human being, so..."
"Oh, just shut up and get out of my sight!" Annie snarled, turning off the fasten seatbelt sign. "And don't you DARE serve any alcohol!" she yelled after her eldest daughter.
Mary returned to her seat, where Lucy was trying to calm the twins while contemplating the metal cage. "I got her to turn the sign off," Mary said in an annoyed voice. "But what does that have to do with your plan?"
Lucy rolled her eyes. Mary was so dumb, there was no point in explaining. "Never mind. Are there any tools on this plane, like a wire cutter?"
"How should I know?" Mary pouted. "What do I look like, a mechanic? And why does everybody always treat me like an idiot, anyway?" Angrily, Mary took out her eyelash curler and began primping.
"Mary!" Lucy exclaimed. "Your eyelash curler! It might be just what I need! Give it to me!"
"No way!" Mary declared. "You always get to be the smart one, the good one. Well, I get to be the pretty one. No way are you getting my cosmetic devices!"
While the sisters squabbled in the cabin, Annie received another radio transmission from her husband. "Annie, please! Talk to me!" RevCam begged. "What made you do this? Did you forget to take your hormones this morning?"
Simon groaned. "Dad, do you *really* think this is the time to bring that up?" he muttered. Sure enough, the Reverend's question was answered by high- pitched screeching. "Why, you...ungrateful...how DARE you...I gave you seven children!" Annie sputtered. "This is all your fault!"
"What's my fault?" RevCam asked.
"What you wrote in your planner!" Annie screeched, close to tears. "How *could* you?!"
"What did I write in my planner?" RevCam thought, trying desperately to remember. To Annie, he said, "Sweetheart, we can work this out, I promise. Tell me where you're going, so Simon knows where to head the plane."
Annie thought. "I'm going...to where there are volcanoes! You figure it out!"
"Do you mean Hawaii?" RevCam guessed.
"Well, there *are* volcanoes in Hawaii, aren't there?" Annie snarled. Actually, she had no idea if there were volcanoes in Hawaii or not. She had just made up the volcano thing to shut Ruthie up.
"Um, Darling," RevCam began. "Hawaii is to the west. You're heading east...towards Nevada..."
"Oh, would you SHUT UP!" Annie screamed. "Why do you always have to be right?" She didn't turn the plane around.
Simon was worried. "Dad, what should I do?" he said.
"Just follow her," RevCam answered. "Maybe there's something she wants to do in Nevada..."