Just One Week… Part Nine
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: This is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… quite ironic, but we won't get into any jokes.
PART NINE:
Another A/N: There is a special world living inside our heads, and in it, everything on TV actually exists. So, any restaurant, coffee shop, store, etc that is in any TV show, movie, docu-drama, etc. really does exist. Also, we do not own any other shows that may be mentioned in this part or any other part of our fanfiction. And, for those of you who were wondering, NO, we have not been to New York before, and once again, this is all in our heads. So, everything about New York , is completely made up in the make- believe world of our minds. Thank you to those who have reviewed our fanfic, we love hearing from you, keep it up. Once again, thank you, and good night.
Cut to Lorelai hiding behind the reception desk. Michel walks around to behind the desk.
Michel: Oh, my heavens! You stupid woman. Why are you huddling behind the desk?
Lorelai: Because we're screwed.
Michel: I thought that we had established that you were going to fix the situation.
Lorelai: But something went wrong with Rory's phone. It cut out and now it says that the customer is unavailable at the moment.
Michel: What does Rory have to do with anything?
Lorelai: She would have known what to do. She could have told me what to do. But now there's no hope. None.
Michel: But you have to know someone who can cover.
Lorelai: Maybe Mom would lend me her maid for the day.
Michel: And what good would your dear Mother's maid do us?
Lorelai: We never have problems that I can't fix. Never. Not even little ones. But now.
Michel: What about your friend- you know- your coffee man.
Lorelai: Perfect! We'll just tell everyone that it's traditional American style today.
Michel: What do you mean?
Lorelai starts dialing as fast as she can
Luke: Luke's Diner.
Lorelai: Hi Luke. How are you?
Luke: Oh I'm alri-
Lorelai: Oh that's nice. Could you do me a favour?
Luke: Sure
Lorelai: Really? Awesome. Thank you so much.
Luke: What do you want me to do?
Lorelai: Um… Don't forget that you already said yes…
Luke: Why does that worry me?
Lorelai: Hey, I'm not suckering you into anything. You said yes.
Luke: Just tell me what you want.
Lorelai: Jess is pretty good around the diner now, isn't he?
Luke: Yeah, he knows it all. He's actually turned into a quick learner when I started paying him.
Lorelai: Yeah that's nice, uh… so you trust him with the diner, right.
Luke: Sure. No wait- where are you going with this?
Lorelai: I'm in a really tough situation here, and you're the only person who could help me out of it.
Luke: Well then I'm honoured, I think.
Lorelai: Great. Then be at the Inn in 5 minutes.
Luke: Wait a minute. How long will I be there? And why am I going to the Inn?
Lorelai: So many questions. Come prepared for a whole day. If you're good I'll send you home early. Bye. (hangs up)
Michel: You know I really don't appreciate you ignoring me when I asked you a question. Is the phone more important than me? I think not.
Lorelai: Normally I would come back with something ten times wittier than that, but I'm too giddy right now.
Michel: Giddy? You sound like a school girl.
Lorelai: I fixed our problem!
Michel: Ten points for you. Back to my disgruntledness…
Cut to Rory and Lane exiting the Central Perk with extremely large Styrofoam cups in their hands.
Rory: So I noticed that our cups are full.
Lane: Yeah. You were like a hawk watching the chick who was pouring for us.
Rory: So I need you to fill me in on the show, because I really don't follow it. Why do they need a babysitter? I didn't think this was a childbearing type show.
Lane: Right… hmm.. where to start? Ross and Rachael had a one nighter and she's pregnant.
Rory: I thought they were married.
Lane: 'Were' being the key word.
Rory: Ok. How long is it going to take you to explain this to me?
Lane: It could take years if you keep interrupting me.
Rory: Let's go back to the hotel for a while before lunch.
Lane: Sounds good.
Cut to Luke entering the front door of the Inn, carting along a small duffel bag.
Lorelai: Hey- what did you bring me?
Luke: Nothing. It's for me.
Lorelai: What is it?
Luke: First you tell me why I'm here and then I decide whether I tell you what's in the bag.
Lorelai: You're no fun!
Luke: Why am I here?
Lorelai: Because Sookie called and said she won't be in today, and there's no back-up chef.
Luke: I'm not a chef.
Lorelai: There's no back up cook, then. And you're the only person I know who could be in charge of a kitchen. Ya know… have enough food for everyone to eat, shortly after they order it.
Luke: Um, Lorelai, I hate to say it, but I don't cook the sort of food that you guys serve around here.
Lorelai: I know. That's why I changed the sign from its advertisement for Sookie's Greek style chicken to a special- Homestyle American Cookin'.
Luke: What precisely is "Homestyle American Cookin'"?
Lorelai: Whatever you can cook in mass amounts from what's in the kitchen.
Luke: Great… Tell me specifically why Sookie cancelled?
Lorelai: I think it has something with Jackson not wanting her to work during the pregnancy.
Luke: Pregnancy?
Lorelai: Didn't I tell you? Sookie and Jackson are having a baby!
Luke: Wow. Didn't they just get married 6 months ago?
Lorelai: Yup. And soon there's gonna be a mini-Sookie running around here. Or a mini-Jackson… Don't say that fast- people might think you're saying Micael Jackson. Anyways- It'll be so much fun! But until that time, if Jackson ever lets that time come, I don't think Sookie's going to be working much. I need to hire a chef.
Luke: Well, I'll help however I can.
Lorelai: Thanks Luke.
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: This is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… quite ironic, but we won't get into any jokes.
PART NINE:
Another A/N: There is a special world living inside our heads, and in it, everything on TV actually exists. So, any restaurant, coffee shop, store, etc that is in any TV show, movie, docu-drama, etc. really does exist. Also, we do not own any other shows that may be mentioned in this part or any other part of our fanfiction. And, for those of you who were wondering, NO, we have not been to New York before, and once again, this is all in our heads. So, everything about New York , is completely made up in the make- believe world of our minds. Thank you to those who have reviewed our fanfic, we love hearing from you, keep it up. Once again, thank you, and good night.
Cut to Lorelai hiding behind the reception desk. Michel walks around to behind the desk.
Michel: Oh, my heavens! You stupid woman. Why are you huddling behind the desk?
Lorelai: Because we're screwed.
Michel: I thought that we had established that you were going to fix the situation.
Lorelai: But something went wrong with Rory's phone. It cut out and now it says that the customer is unavailable at the moment.
Michel: What does Rory have to do with anything?
Lorelai: She would have known what to do. She could have told me what to do. But now there's no hope. None.
Michel: But you have to know someone who can cover.
Lorelai: Maybe Mom would lend me her maid for the day.
Michel: And what good would your dear Mother's maid do us?
Lorelai: We never have problems that I can't fix. Never. Not even little ones. But now.
Michel: What about your friend- you know- your coffee man.
Lorelai: Perfect! We'll just tell everyone that it's traditional American style today.
Michel: What do you mean?
Lorelai starts dialing as fast as she can
Luke: Luke's Diner.
Lorelai: Hi Luke. How are you?
Luke: Oh I'm alri-
Lorelai: Oh that's nice. Could you do me a favour?
Luke: Sure
Lorelai: Really? Awesome. Thank you so much.
Luke: What do you want me to do?
Lorelai: Um… Don't forget that you already said yes…
Luke: Why does that worry me?
Lorelai: Hey, I'm not suckering you into anything. You said yes.
Luke: Just tell me what you want.
Lorelai: Jess is pretty good around the diner now, isn't he?
Luke: Yeah, he knows it all. He's actually turned into a quick learner when I started paying him.
Lorelai: Yeah that's nice, uh… so you trust him with the diner, right.
Luke: Sure. No wait- where are you going with this?
Lorelai: I'm in a really tough situation here, and you're the only person who could help me out of it.
Luke: Well then I'm honoured, I think.
Lorelai: Great. Then be at the Inn in 5 minutes.
Luke: Wait a minute. How long will I be there? And why am I going to the Inn?
Lorelai: So many questions. Come prepared for a whole day. If you're good I'll send you home early. Bye. (hangs up)
Michel: You know I really don't appreciate you ignoring me when I asked you a question. Is the phone more important than me? I think not.
Lorelai: Normally I would come back with something ten times wittier than that, but I'm too giddy right now.
Michel: Giddy? You sound like a school girl.
Lorelai: I fixed our problem!
Michel: Ten points for you. Back to my disgruntledness…
Cut to Rory and Lane exiting the Central Perk with extremely large Styrofoam cups in their hands.
Rory: So I noticed that our cups are full.
Lane: Yeah. You were like a hawk watching the chick who was pouring for us.
Rory: So I need you to fill me in on the show, because I really don't follow it. Why do they need a babysitter? I didn't think this was a childbearing type show.
Lane: Right… hmm.. where to start? Ross and Rachael had a one nighter and she's pregnant.
Rory: I thought they were married.
Lane: 'Were' being the key word.
Rory: Ok. How long is it going to take you to explain this to me?
Lane: It could take years if you keep interrupting me.
Rory: Let's go back to the hotel for a while before lunch.
Lane: Sounds good.
Cut to Luke entering the front door of the Inn, carting along a small duffel bag.
Lorelai: Hey- what did you bring me?
Luke: Nothing. It's for me.
Lorelai: What is it?
Luke: First you tell me why I'm here and then I decide whether I tell you what's in the bag.
Lorelai: You're no fun!
Luke: Why am I here?
Lorelai: Because Sookie called and said she won't be in today, and there's no back-up chef.
Luke: I'm not a chef.
Lorelai: There's no back up cook, then. And you're the only person I know who could be in charge of a kitchen. Ya know… have enough food for everyone to eat, shortly after they order it.
Luke: Um, Lorelai, I hate to say it, but I don't cook the sort of food that you guys serve around here.
Lorelai: I know. That's why I changed the sign from its advertisement for Sookie's Greek style chicken to a special- Homestyle American Cookin'.
Luke: What precisely is "Homestyle American Cookin'"?
Lorelai: Whatever you can cook in mass amounts from what's in the kitchen.
Luke: Great… Tell me specifically why Sookie cancelled?
Lorelai: I think it has something with Jackson not wanting her to work during the pregnancy.
Luke: Pregnancy?
Lorelai: Didn't I tell you? Sookie and Jackson are having a baby!
Luke: Wow. Didn't they just get married 6 months ago?
Lorelai: Yup. And soon there's gonna be a mini-Sookie running around here. Or a mini-Jackson… Don't say that fast- people might think you're saying Micael Jackson. Anyways- It'll be so much fun! But until that time, if Jackson ever lets that time come, I don't think Sookie's going to be working much. I need to hire a chef.
Luke: Well, I'll help however I can.
Lorelai: Thanks Luke.