DISCLAIMER: {is still chasing birdy}

A/N: Hallo all! Thank you so much to all my reviewers, I really appreciate the feedback! Please keep it coming, and feel free to email if you like! As to the requests made for certain characters, I have this update:

Don Juan DeMarco – {ahem} I'm afraid I have not as yet seen this movie, but I will watch it and I do indeed promise that he will appear....
Fred Abberline – Still wondering if he would fit in at all, but we'll see
Glen – Yes, I did name the street Elm Street for a reason...
Mort – Well hang on until the next chapter and you might just see some action from him, eh?

Oh, and by the way im sorry if this takes a while to get up on the net, I did have my birthday the weekend that just passed and am still recovering from a) eating so much cake, b) my hangover, lol...j/king mum, I swear!!!! c) Being a year older...
So finally here it is, the next part of the jig...
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Chapter 2: Eureka!

Sam was very lucky. Negotiating with sands was an incredibly tedious and tense task. "He will NOT be staying in the apartment next door to my own!!!" Sands didn't know what hit him when Sam had approached him with that aggravating cautious smile of his, which usually meant that Sam knew Sands wasn't going to like whatever he had to say next.
And he had been right.
Edward didn't know many people, and apparently had only spent time among others for only a short period, and that episode had supposedly ended sourly. And so Sands could not refuse when Edward and Sam begged him to give Edward an apartment. They did have the money, so he couldn't really turn them down anyway.

"I won't have him next door to me! I absolutely WILL NOT!" Having that thing stay next door to Sands was pushing it a bit far.

Sam sighed. Sands was not going to back down, he could tell. "But he has to have someone nearby! And it will just be until he gets settled in! Right Edward?" Sam smiled brightly in Edward's direction.

"Oh...right," Edward hadn't really been listening. The little sparrow on the windowsill was far more entertaining. It was eating a worm or something.

It was then that Sands looked to see what Edward was staring at. Looking out the window, he saw the dark haired man from the 2nd floor. What was his name? Ichabod. That was it. Mr Ichabod Crane.
Hold on a minute...
Sands grinned evilly. "Sam, my friend," he placed his hand on the wary Sam's shoulder, "I think that our problems have been solved..."

Ichabod loved his new home. Everything was neat and the place was absolutely spot free. He did however have an issue with the vine that grew over the fence that divided the apartment from that house that the young man named Sam lived in. It was infested with bugs containing more than four legs apparently. Four legs on a bug was bad enough, actually bugs in general were horrible. Let alone bugs with more than the necessary amount of legs.

He hadn't talked to the Apartment's manager, Sands, very often at all. But he knew from the mischievous grin on his face, as Sands walked out to the front yard where Ichabod was busy trying to empty his trash, that he was in for a surprise. That is, a surprise he wouldn't like.
"How are you today, Mr Crane?" Sands had struck gold.

Sands, you have struck gold

He was very excited. Another apartment purchased and all problems solved.

Sands, you are a genius.

He waltzed up to Ichabod, who stood there stony faced, eyebrows raised. "I have a proposal," Sands cleared his throat for dramatical effect, "You see, we have had a new offer to purchase an apartment in the building. That deal has already been made, I assure you. So really, you haven't much choice in the proposal I am about to make you, but to accept,"

Ichabod wanted to get back inside his apartment where it was nice and warm. "As manager of the building, I've already notified the owner, Mr DeMarco, that Apartment 7 on the 2nd floor has been purchased. You know, the apartment next door to yours?"
Ichabod gulped. A man with knives for hands emerged slowly with Sam from the apartment. And the strange man was holding (if 'holding' is what you want to call it) a gold key in his 'hands'. And in bright red paint, the key was labeled, "Apartment 7".
Ichabod fainted.

What a night. Not only was Gilbert completely razzed, but he also had a foul smelling drunk unconscious on his doorstep.

Great. Fantastic. Now what do I do with him?
Think, Gilbert, think!!

He glanced around the plain entrance hall for a moment. The place wasn't very exciting to look at. White walls, grey vinyl on the floor. He noticed the key hooks hanging by the door. There were twelve hooks, twelve keys. But four keys were missing.

But only three people live here, right?

Gilbert supposed that someone must have moved in that day. Or else someone, perhaps even the drunk, had taken one.

But how has that got anything to do with the bum on your doorstep, Gilbert? You think he got the key? And how would he have done that? Did his snores suck the key off the hook and under the door for him to get?

"No, no..." He felt insane, talking to himself. He nudged the drunk gently with his sock-covered toes.
No reaction.
"Ah great..." he murmured to himself, sighing. With one last glance out to the front yard, he bent down and grabbed the unconscious man by the shoulders, and with all his might he heaved him up to a sitting position. He awkwardly put himself behind the man, pushing his arms under the arms of the drunk and attempted to drag him along.

After several minutes of hard work heaving the surprisingly heavy man, Gilbert managed to get him onto the couch in his humble apartment. Wiping his forehead and washing his hands, he made his way back to bed.

Just as he closed his eyes to drift away into the land of Dreams, the bum he had helped began to snore. A loud obnoxious snore. It filled the room with its strange erratic sound.

This is going to be one hell of a long night.

Gilbert shoved his head under his pillow and rolled over growling to himself.

A/N: Okay, okay, I know it was really short! I apologize deeply, but I didn't have time to write much more. I promise however, that I will update VERY quickly! I swear! Give me two days or so and chapter 3 will be up! I promise!

Also, my heart goes out to all my friends in Year 9 who are going out to Survival Camp this week! May you come back in hopefully the same state as you left in! And be nice when the time comes for me to do the same!!! Okay, I guess that there is no point of me even trying to bother asking you for that last one...

Oh, and I promise that in the next chapter you will see some of the things I promised at the end of last chapter. Including one hell of a bombshell, seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol, so stick around! Thank you all for all your patience and support you have shown me!!! :

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Cheesy: {Sees person tied to the tracks of a train}Why hello, what are you doing there?
Person: Oh thank god! Please lady, will you help me???? PLEASE???!!!
Cheesy: {blinks} I vedy sovvy miss, I no speaka in-ga-lish vedy vell.....
Person: HELP ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cheesy: {chickles} heh heh, only joking. Now what was it that you wanted?
Person: HELP ME YOU RETARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cheesy: {smiles with annoying stupidity} I'm sorry, dear, I can't hear you over that train...
Person: WOULD YOU FU%%NG HELP ME YOU F%$KED UP F&%$KING A$$H()L#!!!!!
Cheesy: {hears the profanity} Tsk, tsk! Now that's no way to talk to someone, is it? Now ask again but this time, say the magic word!!!!
Person: &%$%#$#%##$%$#$%#$#$#%#$#
Cheesy: {train passes in front of her} Oh look! Here's my train! {skips away merrily}
Person: ...
{dead}

Lol, just a little thing I made up. Well, until next time, taa taa!!!!
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