I want to meet Spot.
Frannie, darling, we've discussed this.
No, actually, I think that could be arranged.
What? Allie, stop messing with her head. The poor dear is gullible enough as it is.
I'm not!
Yes you are.
Both of you shut up. Frannie, I think we can make arrangements for you to meet Spot. Can we get back to work now, please?
You mean I really could meet Spot?
That's what I've been saying, isn't it?
Als, quit it. You know that's not possible.
Charlie, mon chaton, go back to your typing and shut up.
You know that's clinically impossible.
Still, she can try. Anyway, I'm sure Frannie can meet Spot.
Oh come on. How?
Darlings, we're not only hacking into another time period, but into a whole other fucking universe. If we can do this, I'm positive we can arrange to lock Frannie and Spotters in a closet somewhere for an hour or two.
Oo, oo, bad mental picture!!
And don't call him Spotters!
Yeah, yeah, fine whatever.Just wanted to prove my point.
(hushed sounds of pencils scratching on paper, keyboard keys typing at full speed, and the pages of millions of old tomes being turned)
Hey guys!!
What?
I think I found it!!
Oh, god, it's too early for this-Allie, babe, that's HamsterDance.com. We're looking for a worm-hole, a gap in the space-time continuum, remember? Just like on Star Trek.
No, seriously, I've found it! Look! Watch me as I click the hamster that represents our future.
Interesting idea, a hamster representing my fut-..Oh. Holy. Shit.
Watch your mouth!
Allie just found the whole into The Newsies universe and you're worried about my language?!
Oh. Right. Wow.
(long silence as they all stares in wonder at the dancing boys)
So.what do we do now?
Get Spot and find a really big closet!
I am NOT sending you back in time!! Not yet, at any rate.
Whoa, whoa, HOLD UP. Wasn't that the whole point of going through 3 months of tech crap? So we could go back in time, into another universe, and snog the Newsies?
Yes.But I've been doing my homework since then, and that plan has been over- used so many freaking times. We ought to do something different.
Different?
Yeah, different.
But I want to make-out with Spot!!
And, if Allies plan has any bearings whatsoever, you will get to. Just.not yet.
Charlie, love, I think you've finally flipped. You've gone completely twix.
No I haven't. I just don't want to burry myself in pathetic-Mary-Sue cannon.
Understood. But.if we don't go back.then what do we send?
(silence. Then)
'The hamster that represents our future'.
What?!
Okay, we want to be different, right?
Right.
Something new and original, right?
Right.
Something the Newsies have ever seen before, right?
Frans, make your point.
Don't call me Frans.
Okay, fine, whatever, MAKE YOUR POINT.
Why don't we.instead of sending ourselves.send a hamster?
A hamster?
A hamster.
Wait, wait, HOLD UP. We sweated blood for 3 months to created a temporal vortex into another universe so we could snog some boys senseless, and we're going to send a bloody hamster instead or us to do the job?!
Um. Yeah.
Oh. Okay. Let's get to work.
Frannie, darling, we've discussed this.
No, actually, I think that could be arranged.
What? Allie, stop messing with her head. The poor dear is gullible enough as it is.
I'm not!
Yes you are.
Both of you shut up. Frannie, I think we can make arrangements for you to meet Spot. Can we get back to work now, please?
You mean I really could meet Spot?
That's what I've been saying, isn't it?
Als, quit it. You know that's not possible.
Charlie, mon chaton, go back to your typing and shut up.
You know that's clinically impossible.
Still, she can try. Anyway, I'm sure Frannie can meet Spot.
Oh come on. How?
Darlings, we're not only hacking into another time period, but into a whole other fucking universe. If we can do this, I'm positive we can arrange to lock Frannie and Spotters in a closet somewhere for an hour or two.
Oo, oo, bad mental picture!!
And don't call him Spotters!
Yeah, yeah, fine whatever.Just wanted to prove my point.
(hushed sounds of pencils scratching on paper, keyboard keys typing at full speed, and the pages of millions of old tomes being turned)
Hey guys!!
What?
I think I found it!!
Oh, god, it's too early for this-Allie, babe, that's HamsterDance.com. We're looking for a worm-hole, a gap in the space-time continuum, remember? Just like on Star Trek.
No, seriously, I've found it! Look! Watch me as I click the hamster that represents our future.
Interesting idea, a hamster representing my fut-..Oh. Holy. Shit.
Watch your mouth!
Allie just found the whole into The Newsies universe and you're worried about my language?!
Oh. Right. Wow.
(long silence as they all stares in wonder at the dancing boys)
So.what do we do now?
Get Spot and find a really big closet!
I am NOT sending you back in time!! Not yet, at any rate.
Whoa, whoa, HOLD UP. Wasn't that the whole point of going through 3 months of tech crap? So we could go back in time, into another universe, and snog the Newsies?
Yes.But I've been doing my homework since then, and that plan has been over- used so many freaking times. We ought to do something different.
Different?
Yeah, different.
But I want to make-out with Spot!!
And, if Allies plan has any bearings whatsoever, you will get to. Just.not yet.
Charlie, love, I think you've finally flipped. You've gone completely twix.
No I haven't. I just don't want to burry myself in pathetic-Mary-Sue cannon.
Understood. But.if we don't go back.then what do we send?
(silence. Then)
'The hamster that represents our future'.
What?!
Okay, we want to be different, right?
Right.
Something new and original, right?
Right.
Something the Newsies have ever seen before, right?
Frans, make your point.
Don't call me Frans.
Okay, fine, whatever, MAKE YOUR POINT.
Why don't we.instead of sending ourselves.send a hamster?
A hamster?
A hamster.
Wait, wait, HOLD UP. We sweated blood for 3 months to created a temporal vortex into another universe so we could snog some boys senseless, and we're going to send a bloody hamster instead or us to do the job?!
Um. Yeah.
Oh. Okay. Let's get to work.
