TOW They Try to Escape from Monica

Here's part 13 in my series. Right now, it feels like this will be the 3rd to last chapter. Ok, since I'm not really in a talky mood right now…here it is. Please read and review, thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, blah, blah, blah.

          Ross, Rachel, Phoebe, and Joey gathered in Chandler and Monica's living room, waiting for Chandler to come in.

"I hate all these boxes around," Phoebe said. Everyone agreed with her and she continued, "It reminds me of when I lived out on the streets. Except, of course, no rats."

"Of course," Ross answered while raising his eyebrows.

"Why do you think Chandler called us here?" Rachel asked.

"He wants us to get him a date?" Joey suggested.

Ross looked at him for a few moments before he realized. Joey chucked, embarrassed, "Oh, right."

Then Chandler came into the apartment. "Good you're all here."

Ross asked, "What's up man?"

"Ok, well since we're moving soon, I was hoping that you guys would help unpack."

They all groaned at his suggestion.

"Come on," Joey complained, "We're letting you move, what else do you want from us?"

"Hey, I wouldn't ask normally! But the babies are due in like two months and we have to get the house set up! We can't bring the babies home to a house full of boxes…have them sleep in empty drawers! Plus, Monica can't do much unpacking, so it's pretty much just me…and we know how that'll go."

"I'm picturing a bookcase falling on you, Chandler," Rachel admitted.

"Exactly my point! Come on, you don't want me to die do you?"

"Well…" Phoebe began.

Chandler gave her an angry look, and Phoebe smiled apologetically. "You don't want Monica to be a widow and my kids to grow up without a father! Can you picture what my obituary would say…'man dies trying to assemble crib for his children'."

Rachel laughed, "How pathetic would that be?"

"Hey if you died, I bet she'd go back to Richard," Phoebe informed Chandler, "Then your kids would be raised by Richard…they'd call him their dad and…"

"Oh my God!" Chandler cried.

"Ok, we'll help," Ross relented, with the others groaning in the background.

"Thank you!" Chandler jumped up happily and went into his bedroom.

The other three looked at Ross angrily, "What?" he asked innocently.

           A few weeks later, moving day came and went. The day after they moved, the gang congregated in Chandler and Monica's house.

"Wow," Rachel breathed, looking at the living room, containing a high ceiling and wooden floors, "It's so nice…for an affordable house."

Monica rolled her eyes, "Thanks Rach…I think."

Chandler opened a box and rummaged through it. "Hey Joe, go long!" he called, as he pulled out a nerf football and spiraled it through the living room.

"Chandler!" Monica called angrily.

"Got it!" Joey called, but fell over a box and landed flat on his back.

"See what happens when you boys play in the house," Rachel joked.

"Oww…" Joey complained, "My back."

Phoebe looked down at Joey and teased, "Looks like you just 'pulled a Chandler'."

"Excuse me?" Chandler asked, insulted.

"Phoebe!" Monica reprimanded.

"Oops…I forgot your rule."

"What rule?!"

"The rule that no one can say 'pulled a Chandler' around Chandler."

"Why do you say it at all?!"

"We don't," Phoebe bluffed.

"Right…"

"Don't worry about it hunny, it's just a joke."

"Do you use it?"

Monica looked around nervously, "Ok, let's start unpacking!"

"You use it, don't you?"

Monica looked down, "Maybe…but you can't be made at me."

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm pregnant with your children."

Chandler sighed, "I can't wait till you can't use that excuse anymore."

Monica smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Then she clapped her hands and demanded, "Ok, let's get to work people! Time is money!"

"We're getting paid?" Joey asked hopefully.

"No", Ross explained,  "It's just an expression, Joey."

"Well, that's a deceitful expression!" sulked Joey.

Suddenly, Chandler claimed, "I am not that clumsy."

Monica sighed frustrated, "You are Chandler. We've been through this before."

"I'll show you!" Chandler mumbled.

          After a few hours of packing, the exhausted five friends had enough.

"Come on Mon," Ross complained, "We're tired. Let us take a break."

"No!" Monica demanded, "There's only 5 more rooms to go!"

They all grumbled and got back to work.

"You know what," Chandler suggested after a while, "How about we unpack as little as possible, wait till our kids are old enough, and then make them unpack!"

"You're a funny man, Bing. So funny that if you don't shut up, you'll spend your second night in the new house sleeping on the sofa."

"Right, getting back to work!"

"Well, I can joke, right?" Joey asked, "I mean, when I sleep here, I'll sleep on the sofa anyway."

"Who said you'll be sleeping here?" Monica challenged.

"Because Mon, I'm not coming over every morning for breakfast. Some mornings, I'll sleep here, so I don't have to get up as early for breakfast."

Chandler mused, "Our children are going to grow up thinking Joey's their second father, aren't they?"

"Joey, you're not eating here every morning. We have children to take care of; not Joey to take care of."

"It's bad enough that you stole my best friend—but you cannot take my breakfast away from me!" Joey cried.

Monica rolled her eyes, "Fine Joey. Just stay out of my way and get to work now!"

"Yes sir." Monica gave him a look, and he corrected quickly, "Ma'am."

          After another few hours of packing, Phoebe had enough.

"Ok, I'm exhausted!" Phoebe claimed when Monica had left the room, "I say that we make a break for it."

"Could we?" Rachel asked hopefully.

"I think so," Phoebe said, taking charge, "You all have potential, except Chandler."

"Why?" he asked bitterly, "B/c I'm gonna pull a chandler?"

"Well duh…but I wasn't thinking of that. You're her husband…she'll notice."

"Yeah, she calls you for everything."

"That's not true. She hasn't called me in…" he looked down at his watch, "Two minutes."

"Chandler!" Monica called from the other room.

"Damn," Chandler said as he left the room.

"Ok, we're gonna have take shifts. Two people leave at a time…one girl and one guy."

"Why one girl and one guy?" Ross asked.

"Because…she'd notice if there were only two girls or only two guys."

"But she wouldn't notice that one girl and one guy were missing?"

"Well…there's less of a change," Phoebe paused, "Are you with me or are you trying to plan this logically?"

Ross sighed, "No, I'm with you."

"Just don't let her find out," Rachel warned, "Or she may not speak to us for the next five years."

"Right now that doesn't seem so bad," Joey mumbled, exhausted.

"Ok," Phoebe whispered, "Joey and I will go first."

"What?!" Rachel demanded, "Why do I have to get stuck with Ross?!"

"Hey!" Ross demanded.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to be with Ross either."

"Excuse me…I'm right here!"

"Ok, we'll do a coin toss," Rachel suggested, taking out a quarter.

Ross sighed, defeated.

Rachel flipped it and Phoebe called, "Heads!"

Rachel smiled triumphantly, "Tails! You lose!"

"Fine, but we get to leave first," Phoebe demanded.

"Fine," Rachel relented.

          Phoebe and Ross left the room, while Joey and Rachel continued unpacking.

"I bet they never come back for their shift," Rachel mumbled.

They heard the front door open and then Monica ask, "Where are you guys going?"

"Ha, ha, looks like they got caught," Rachel said happily.

Joey sulked, "Yeah, but now we can't go!"

Rachel thought about what Joey said for a minute, "Damn!"

When Monica asked them, Phoebe said under her breath, "Oh no…"

"Where were you going?"

"Umm…" Ross stuttered, "We were going to get more…nails, yeah nails."

Monica looked from Ross to Phoebe, suspiciously, "I told you guys that there were nails in the kitchen."

Mocking surprise Phoebe covered up, "You did? I don't remember that! Do you Ross?"

Ross laughed nervously, "Nope, no, I do not remember that Phoebe. Let's go in the kitchen and get some nails, then."

Monica sighed, "If you guys wanna leave so badly then…just go…"

"Thanks Mon!" Phoebe said, and left.

"Yeah, sorry, I love you sis!" Ross assured and ran out.

"Can I go, too?" Chandler wondered.

"Ok, you're on the couch now!" Monica snapped.

Chandler mumbled under his breath and walked away.

Monica entered the room where Rachel and Joey were, to find that they had already escaped.

"Some friends," Monica said bitterly as she sat down on a chair.

          Nervously, Chandler tiptoed into the room, hoping to avoid being yelled at.

"I can't believe they left," Monica recalled sadly.

Chandler went over to her and sat on the ground next to her.

"I'm sorry sweetie," he soothed while he rubbed her back.

"Am I really so horrible that I drive them away?"

"No!" Chandler assured her, "It's just that…you worked them really hard. They were all really exhausted and bored. I'm sure they'll come back tomorrow for a couple of hours. Just not an entire day, like today."

"I don't get it…I would love to spend a day unpacking!"

"Yeah well, Monica," Chandler said in a soft tone, "Most people don't get you either."

"Thanks," she replied sarcastically, "You know, I was thinking of letting you sleep in our room tonight, but now I'm not so sure…"

Chandler looked at her with sad, puppy dog eyes, "But all I wanna do is sleep next to my beautiful wife, that I love."

"Fine," Monica relented, "But you have to promise me one thing."

"Sure…?"

"You can't tell anyone I let you. They'll think I'm turning soft."

Chandler smiled and kissed her, "I won't tell a soul."

That was part 13…I hope u liked it! Please leave a review…thanks!:)