JP *Fighting the urge to double over and laugh until she pukes, turns to Dreamer.*: What's the deal with the pink bathrobe and purple slippers?
Dreamer: Thought it might give Rhys a chuckle.
JP: He looks ridiculous.
Spot *From inside the bathtub curtain closed shower cap pulled over his head.*: What'd she say?
Dreamer: That this process has to be very meticulous.
JP: Okay, now, Spot, you drink the orange juice while Dreamer and I throw animal crackers over the rod.
Skittery *Giving his best glum and dumb look*: Orange juice and animal crackers, are you serious?
JP: Yes, they're Rhys' favorite.
Spot *Begins drinking bottle of OJ while being pelted with animal crackers.*
Dreamer & JP *Hearing a fit of hysterical laughter from inside the bathtub, turn to meet each other's eyes and nod.*: It worked!!
Rhys: Oh, this is priceless, camera anyone?
Dreamer *Tugging her by the arm*: Come on, we have work to do.
Rhys: Work, but… *loses train of thought as Spot removes the bathrobe.*
Spot *Shirtless, but still wearing the purple slippers and shower cap, winks flirtatiously.*
JP: We're never going to break this up.
Mush *Appearing in the doorway*: Is there anything I can do to help?
JP: Yes, grab that *pointing at Rhys* and bring her to the living room. *Turning to Spot*: You, find your clothes, we need her functioning.
Mush *Picks up Rhys, throwing her over his shoulder, fireman style, and carries her to the couch.*
Rhys: I can't believe you pulled me away from that.
Dreamer: We need your help. *Explaining the events to Rhys*: Shortie is next on the list.
Rhys: Okay, I have an idea. We're going to need Mush and a badly written poem, has to rhyme, but not make a lot of sense.
JP: Oh, bad rhyming is my specialty, give me two minutes. *Sits down at desk and frantically scribbles away using pink crayon on black construction paper.*
Rhys & Dreamer *Preparing living room by placing a chair in the middle of the room and lighting a few candles.*
JP: Okay, it's finished.
Rhys: Mush, you sit here. *She leads him to the chair and pulls his right sleeve up to his shoulder.*: Dreamer, JP, step over here and put a hand on Mush's arm as he makes a muscle.
Dreamer *Chuckles a bit, but complies with Rhys instructions.*
Mush: Why my muscles?
JP: Because Shortie owns them.
Mush: Oh, hell.
Dreamer: She owns that too.
Rhys: Okay, JP, you're Piper, Rachel, you're Phoebe and I'm Paige.
JP *Rolling her eyes*: I think someone watches Charmed a bit too often.
Rhys: Okay, on three we say the spell. One, two, three…
Dreamer, Rhys & JP: Bring to us the Shortie one, she's silly and crazy and lots of fun. One who can sing, dance, and write, though she's a little lacking in height.
Dreamer: Nothing happened, no poof, no pop, no bang, no smoke, no nothing.
JP *A bit shocked at the lack of eloquence in Dreamer's statement as she is usually, grammatically speaking, a snob.*: Yeah.
Race *Heard shouting from back of house*: Wow! You 're short.
Disembodied voice *Slaps Racetrack across the face*: Leave me alone you cigar smoking cretin.
Little Girl: Mommy, there's another girl back there, she has bunnies on her shorts and she's about to beat up the little guy.
JP *Running down hall to Steff's room*: Well, I guess, in real life you don't need poof, pop, bang or smoke. Come on guys, let's go save Race.
Rhys *Seeing Shortie with Race in a headlock*: Hey, Shortie, we don't have time for this, we need to figure out how to bring Rumor to the party.
Shortie *Looking a little disappointed, drops Race on the floor where he rubs his neck and takes deep breaths*: I'll deal with you later.
*Group hug and they're off once again to the living room listening to a plan JP has been devising since learning of Rumor's detestation of "Wizard of Oz" humor.*
JP: This might work if I only had a brain.
Dreamer: Or I some courage.
Shortie: Or I a heart.
Rhys: Darn, guess that makes me Dorothy…I just wanna go home. *Crosses arms and pouts*
Little Girl: Do you think she knows the munchkins?
Shortie: JP where's your dog?
JP: We don't have one, just cats.
Race: But they are huge cats, bigger than a New York sewer rat.
Shortie *Picks up gray cat which looks most like the movie dog*: Look Dorothy, here's your little dog, Toto.
JP *Inspired to sing, hops up on coffee table*: I blessed the rains down in Africa, gonna take the time to do the things we never had. *Looks around at everyone staring at her because they have never heard "Africa" by Toto.*
Little Girl: But we don't have a coffee table.
JP: Shh…for the story, we do.
A loud thud followed by several four-letter expletives is heard from outside on the front lawn.
Rhys: Sounds like another successful trick.
Dreamer: How do you know that's Rumor?
JP: Well, let's just say she's been known to swear a little.
All *Rush outside to see what all the commotion is to find Rumor stuck in a tree hanging on tightly to a broom handle.*
Hello all, I'm soooo sorry this update has taken so long and for that I've given a bit more to read, I was hoping to have everyone here by then end of this chapter, but to give you all fair "play time" didn't want to rush things too much. Hope you've enjoyed this installment and I'm really going to try and update sooner. I'm not overly eloquent with shout outs…so, please know the reviews mean very much to me and I thank you all very much for taking the time to read and submit them.
Dreamer: If it weren't for all your cute words, I doubt that most days I'd smile. Thanks! Of course, you know, that now that I have updated, I expect the same of you? HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP! Nuff said! *Huggles*
Rumor: If you hate Wizard of Oz jokes, you'll probably hate the way we bring you here! That's all I'm going to say about it, cause I know you read the shout outs first. Defiantly a broken lock! Maybe even a non-existent lock? Well, I hope you enjoy your introduction. =)
Atlantic: Thank you for your faithful reviewing through all kinds of difficulties. Gads, I hate Polly Pocket! I wish she'd die. Death to Polly Pocket. Okay, I'm better now.
Sweet's Conlon: I have your info, hang in there and try to stay patient, I know I've been terrible about updating! I love CC cookies!1
Ireland O'Reily: I know, I know, it's taken me forever, hope it was worth the wait!
Sparker: Twisted JP has cranked out another chapter, however slow it was in the works. Look for you in the next chapter. I have the perfect idea! Tee hee!
Southern Spell: Thanks! Hope you'll be back for more!
Rhys: You're back, you're back, I'm updated, I'm updated!! Hope this makes you happy…geez! =) I'll be sure to call and leave you a message about it as well, would hate for you to miss it. Love ya' Brain Buddy!
Luv to all!