The Gang Goes Back In Time...
...To The Year 1987.
S: I am having a bit of dèjà vù here.
M: So am I. But, must I remind you that, quelle surprise, Bzethio
landed us here.
D: Speaking of that scary, scary bitch, where is she? And where is my
Aly?
S: Yeah, and where's Queen Beth? And Kristi?
Am: I think I've figured out which year we're in.
S: Which one?
Am: Well, let's see, those kids in this Swedish daycare-that was me
when I was about four years old. That's Marie over there, at four... And
those two, playing side by side-three year olds Dhani and Sara. So,
that must mean we're in the year 1987!
S: What-say?
M: 1987? You must be nuts. Wait-that is me. That scary child with
all that curly blonde hair-that IS me. Oh, my...
S: That can't be me. I never hit people!
Am: (muttering) You wanna bet?
(LS-Little Sara-is smashing a toy block over LD's head)
D: Ooh. I remember that. That really hurt.
S: Oh, scrappity-scrap-scrap, so do I--I got major time-out for that.
M: Oh, man. I remember why I put away all my baby albums now.
(LM is throwing a major temper tantrum at LAm)
LM: I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!!!!! You are so
stupid you stupid stupid head!!!!
LAm: I not stupid, you stupid, you stupid stupid stupid stupid
head!!!!!
M: Um, was that really us fighting?
Am: I guess so. Because I do remember you screaming at me all the time
in daycare.
M: Oh goodness. I'm sorry, honey-baby.
Am: It's okay. It was the past, you know.
D: Oh wow, look at me now.
(LD is clapping his hands and singing)
LD: I am the milkman, I am the mailman, I am the milkman, I am the
mailman, I bring you milk and I bring you mail, bring you mail, bring you
mail, hahahahahahaha!
LS: You no can sing you stoopy poopy head!!!
LD: I can too sing you stoopy poopy scoopy soupy head!
LS: I telly on you!
LD: You go 'head, me don't care!!!
LS: Dhani-stoopy is being stoopy!
Daycare Person: You two behave!
S: Good Goddess.
D: I know.
(LM is still yelling at LAm)
LM: I gonna tell my mommy I don't wanna come here no more!
LAm: I gonna tell MY mommy I don't wanna see you no more!!!
LM: Well, I gonna tell MYYY mommy I don't wanna see YOU no more either,
you stupid stupid stupid stupid GUY!!!!!!
M: HEL-lo.
Am: I can't believe my 19-year-old eyes.
M: Neither can I.
(D looks at clock on wall)
D: Four o' clock. Usually that was when Mom would pick me up from
daycare.
M: Me too.
Am: Same here.
S: Well, that's 'cause they all got off work at the same time, not to
mention the fact that they were all friends and liked to meet.
Remember?
M: Oh yeah.
(Am's mom comes in, followed by M's, S's, and D's.)
AmM: Hi honey.
LAm: Mommyyyy! I don't wanna see HER no more!!
AmM: Why not?
LAm: 'Cause she yells at me!
MM: Marie Eleonor!!
LM: I no like him!
MM: That doesn't mean that you can yell at him.
LD: She hit me, Mommy! (Points at LS)
SM: Sara Helena, we do not hit other people!
LD: Ha!!
DM: John...
SM: We have to get going, Sara, we have to catch the plane to America
in a few hours.
LS: Amewika? Where dat? (She's got a little baby cup stuck in her
mouth)
SM: A very long time away. Come on, we have to get things ready to go.
LS: Why we we go Amewika?
SM: Because Tante Maria is having a baby.
LS: Oh, okely-dokely-pokely-dokely-mokely-stokely-smokely-hokely...
SM: That's enough, Sara.
(SM and LS leave daycare)
S: My God, were we immature!
M: Sara, you're forgetting that we were all only three and four years
old.
S: Oh, yeah.
D: So what now?
Am: Yeah. What now?
D: Copycat.
Am: Liar.
D: Stoopy-head.
Am: Asshole.
D: Butt munch.
Am: Freakazoid.
D: Nut head.
Am: Cockroach.
D: Uh! Cabbage brain!
Am: Dorkmeyer!
D: Cockatoo!
Am: Jackass!
D: Okay, that's it, I can't work with this guy anymore! He is
certifiably nuts.
Am: Am not!!
D: Are too!
Am: Am not!
D: Are too!
Am: Am NOT NOT NOT!
D: Are TOO TOO TOO!
S: Boys, boys, play nicely.
M: I mean, haven't you always said that you will never be that immature
again?
Am: Eep.
D: Noo.
S: Behave now.
M: Please. Now, what to do?
S: BZETHIO YOU BITCH TAKE US BACK TO THE YEAR 2003 NOW!!!!
(silence)
S: Sorry.
M: (pause) It's okay. Just keep yourself under control now.
D: I wet my pants.
Am: I wet my pants too.
D: Copycat.
Am: Liar!
S: DON'T YOU EVEN START THAT SHIT AGAIN, YOU FREAKS!!!
M: Chill out, Sara.
S: Can't. Nerves too frazzled.
M: Okay, okay. Now, let me see. We need to find a wormhole.
Am: Where and how, please?
M: Not sure yet, bebe.
D: I want my Aly. (Pops thumb in mouth)
S: El immaturo.
D: Meanie.
S: Aren't I?
M: Sara!
(All of a sudden they hear someone calling them. It is A's voice, as
well as QB's.)
QB: Marie! Amit! Dhani! Sara! Where are yall?
A: Dhani? Sweetie, where are you?
D: In the year 1987!
A: WHAT?!?!
D: Bzethio.
QB: Argh. I'll kill that little freak.
D: I wanna help.
QB: Sure.
D: Yay!
(A and QB step out of a sudden wormhole)
QB: Hiya!
A: Hey howdy ho, peeps.
M: I am so glad to see you.
S: Apparently, so is Dhani.
(D is hugging A with all his might)
A: Hon, you're choking me.
D: Sorry! Me so glad to see my baby!
A: I'm glad to see you too, hon.
QB: Okay, now come home with us and tell us all about it.
(Back at castle in 2003)
M: We saw ourselves as babies, before Aly was born.
S: Yeah, we were screaming at each other and everything. Talk about
immature.
Am: Yeah, we were kinda freaked when we saw that. Especially since...
M: Especially since I was yelling at Amit, and Sara and Dhani were
screamin' at each other.
D: Weird.
Am: Yes.
A: Well, at least it's over now.
QB: We gotta catch Bzethio.
S: I'll kick her ass, let me at her!
M: Sara?
S: Noo.
...To The Year 1987.
S: I am having a bit of dèjà vù here.
M: So am I. But, must I remind you that, quelle surprise, Bzethio
landed us here.
D: Speaking of that scary, scary bitch, where is she? And where is my
Aly?
S: Yeah, and where's Queen Beth? And Kristi?
Am: I think I've figured out which year we're in.
S: Which one?
Am: Well, let's see, those kids in this Swedish daycare-that was me
when I was about four years old. That's Marie over there, at four... And
those two, playing side by side-three year olds Dhani and Sara. So,
that must mean we're in the year 1987!
S: What-say?
M: 1987? You must be nuts. Wait-that is me. That scary child with
all that curly blonde hair-that IS me. Oh, my...
S: That can't be me. I never hit people!
Am: (muttering) You wanna bet?
(LS-Little Sara-is smashing a toy block over LD's head)
D: Ooh. I remember that. That really hurt.
S: Oh, scrappity-scrap-scrap, so do I--I got major time-out for that.
M: Oh, man. I remember why I put away all my baby albums now.
(LM is throwing a major temper tantrum at LAm)
LM: I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!!!!! You are so
stupid you stupid stupid head!!!!
LAm: I not stupid, you stupid, you stupid stupid stupid stupid
head!!!!!
M: Um, was that really us fighting?
Am: I guess so. Because I do remember you screaming at me all the time
in daycare.
M: Oh goodness. I'm sorry, honey-baby.
Am: It's okay. It was the past, you know.
D: Oh wow, look at me now.
(LD is clapping his hands and singing)
LD: I am the milkman, I am the mailman, I am the milkman, I am the
mailman, I bring you milk and I bring you mail, bring you mail, bring you
mail, hahahahahahaha!
LS: You no can sing you stoopy poopy head!!!
LD: I can too sing you stoopy poopy scoopy soupy head!
LS: I telly on you!
LD: You go 'head, me don't care!!!
LS: Dhani-stoopy is being stoopy!
Daycare Person: You two behave!
S: Good Goddess.
D: I know.
(LM is still yelling at LAm)
LM: I gonna tell my mommy I don't wanna come here no more!
LAm: I gonna tell MY mommy I don't wanna see you no more!!!
LM: Well, I gonna tell MYYY mommy I don't wanna see YOU no more either,
you stupid stupid stupid stupid GUY!!!!!!
M: HEL-lo.
Am: I can't believe my 19-year-old eyes.
M: Neither can I.
(D looks at clock on wall)
D: Four o' clock. Usually that was when Mom would pick me up from
daycare.
M: Me too.
Am: Same here.
S: Well, that's 'cause they all got off work at the same time, not to
mention the fact that they were all friends and liked to meet.
Remember?
M: Oh yeah.
(Am's mom comes in, followed by M's, S's, and D's.)
AmM: Hi honey.
LAm: Mommyyyy! I don't wanna see HER no more!!
AmM: Why not?
LAm: 'Cause she yells at me!
MM: Marie Eleonor!!
LM: I no like him!
MM: That doesn't mean that you can yell at him.
LD: She hit me, Mommy! (Points at LS)
SM: Sara Helena, we do not hit other people!
LD: Ha!!
DM: John...
SM: We have to get going, Sara, we have to catch the plane to America
in a few hours.
LS: Amewika? Where dat? (She's got a little baby cup stuck in her
mouth)
SM: A very long time away. Come on, we have to get things ready to go.
LS: Why we we go Amewika?
SM: Because Tante Maria is having a baby.
LS: Oh, okely-dokely-pokely-dokely-mokely-stokely-smokely-hokely...
SM: That's enough, Sara.
(SM and LS leave daycare)
S: My God, were we immature!
M: Sara, you're forgetting that we were all only three and four years
old.
S: Oh, yeah.
D: So what now?
Am: Yeah. What now?
D: Copycat.
Am: Liar.
D: Stoopy-head.
Am: Asshole.
D: Butt munch.
Am: Freakazoid.
D: Nut head.
Am: Cockroach.
D: Uh! Cabbage brain!
Am: Dorkmeyer!
D: Cockatoo!
Am: Jackass!
D: Okay, that's it, I can't work with this guy anymore! He is
certifiably nuts.
Am: Am not!!
D: Are too!
Am: Am not!
D: Are too!
Am: Am NOT NOT NOT!
D: Are TOO TOO TOO!
S: Boys, boys, play nicely.
M: I mean, haven't you always said that you will never be that immature
again?
Am: Eep.
D: Noo.
S: Behave now.
M: Please. Now, what to do?
S: BZETHIO YOU BITCH TAKE US BACK TO THE YEAR 2003 NOW!!!!
(silence)
S: Sorry.
M: (pause) It's okay. Just keep yourself under control now.
D: I wet my pants.
Am: I wet my pants too.
D: Copycat.
Am: Liar!
S: DON'T YOU EVEN START THAT SHIT AGAIN, YOU FREAKS!!!
M: Chill out, Sara.
S: Can't. Nerves too frazzled.
M: Okay, okay. Now, let me see. We need to find a wormhole.
Am: Where and how, please?
M: Not sure yet, bebe.
D: I want my Aly. (Pops thumb in mouth)
S: El immaturo.
D: Meanie.
S: Aren't I?
M: Sara!
(All of a sudden they hear someone calling them. It is A's voice, as
well as QB's.)
QB: Marie! Amit! Dhani! Sara! Where are yall?
A: Dhani? Sweetie, where are you?
D: In the year 1987!
A: WHAT?!?!
D: Bzethio.
QB: Argh. I'll kill that little freak.
D: I wanna help.
QB: Sure.
D: Yay!
(A and QB step out of a sudden wormhole)
QB: Hiya!
A: Hey howdy ho, peeps.
M: I am so glad to see you.
S: Apparently, so is Dhani.
(D is hugging A with all his might)
A: Hon, you're choking me.
D: Sorry! Me so glad to see my baby!
A: I'm glad to see you too, hon.
QB: Okay, now come home with us and tell us all about it.
(Back at castle in 2003)
M: We saw ourselves as babies, before Aly was born.
S: Yeah, we were screaming at each other and everything. Talk about
immature.
Am: Yeah, we were kinda freaked when we saw that. Especially since...
M: Especially since I was yelling at Amit, and Sara and Dhani were
screamin' at each other.
D: Weird.
Am: Yes.
A: Well, at least it's over now.
QB: We gotta catch Bzethio.
S: I'll kick her ass, let me at her!
M: Sara?
S: Noo.