Chapter Four – Ostentatious Obstacles

Some weeks later found Turanga Leela at New New York City hall. It was getting closer and closer to the time of the wedding, and today she was going to wrap up an important loose end on the guest list.

"Hello. I'm here to apply for a pair of mutant day passes."

"Head to the third floor and turn left to room 3A."

"Thank you."

Room 3A as it turns out, was the office of the mayor's aide. Leela groaned. Hopefully this wouldn't complicate things. Amy must feel like this all the time. Glad I'm not her... for once. She entered the room to find her ex-boyfriend ending a video phone call. He regarded her with casual surprise and folded his fingers in a business like manner.

"Well, this is interesting. Are you here to ax for a second chance?"

She willed herself not to roll her eyes.

"Afraid not Chaz. I'm actually here to get mutant day passes for my parents."

He smirked a little.

"I suppose I could do that for you. I don't have much against mutants. They don't get taxed so we don't have to give them any government services. It's a fair tradeoff. What's the occasion?"

"So they can attend my wedding."

Chaz checked the city hall database and his smirk turned to mild disgust.

"Wait a minute; you're registered to marry Phillip J Fry? Isn't he that guy who couldn't pooper scoop?"

"Dark matter is heavy." She replied defensively. "So anyway, the date of the wedding..."

"I'm not giving you the passes." The mayor's aide said coldly.

"What?! But you just said..."

"Look, I have a duty to this city. You can't just let the freaks come up here whenever there's an event of minor importance."

"I can't believe you'd let a little bit of jealousy change your stance on the rights of an entire people!" Leela exclaimed angrily.

"Hey, I'm the mayor's aide. I make my policy decisions based on public opinion, and public opinion says I don't owe you a damn thing. Enjoy your legally incompetent husband."

She was about to deliver a high kick to shatter his jaw when she realized she could do far more damage through alternate means.

"The legal incompetent who's getting married to a woman who dumped you."

And with that, she left. It was only after she left the building that the reality of the situation sunk in. Her parents couldn't come to the wedding. The people who she had longed for her whole life, the people she had only recently been reunited with, the people who had given her the chance to live in the sunlight; they wouldn't be there on one of the most important days of her life. And all because some goddamn jerk she had made the mistake of being impressed by was embarrassed at being outdone by Fry.

Screw him! I am NOT going to let this ruin our plans. We'll just...

Leela made it all the way back to apartment 1-I without coming up with a satisfactory completion to her thought. She decided to get the task of telling Fry out of the way.

"Hi Fry."

"Hi Leela. So, did you get the passes?"

"Unfortunately not. I know my parents will just brush it off like they always do, but I wish there were some way they could be there..."

"Maybe they could wear disguises?"

"Wouldn't work. The Church of Robotology does a DNA scan on all organisms that come in, mostly so they can add them to their mailing list."

"So that's why I keep getting these pamphlets inviting me to join an interspecies bible study group."

"Maybe we could use a two way holograph feed? No, it's just not the same."

The spaceship captain sighed as she stroked Nibbler. Maybe the marriage was just doomed from the start? All the little problems that kept popping up seemed like bad omens. Then, miraculously, Fry had a brilliant idea.

"Hey, wasn't there a church in the sewers?"

Leela's eye widened in amazement. He couldn't really be suggesting...?

"Fry, you'd really get married down there?"

"Of course! How many people get married in sewers? I guess if one of the Ninja Turtles married April they probably would. Besides, regular weddings can get kind of boring. But no one will forget this one."

Incredible. He was actually excited about doing something most humans would find appalling. Truly, the sewer was a far cry from where Leela would have envisioned her fantasy wedding, but she was through with idle fantasies. Having her parents there was far more important than the location.

"Then let's do it Fry! I'll go down there first thing tomorrow."

"Leela, I don't care where we get married. As long as we're together, that's all I need."

.........

At that point the one who had been spying on the conversation stopped listening. Lord knows they didn't need to hear the couple get mushy. The spy contacted the one waiting for new information.

"There's been a change of plans... the wedding is going to be held at a new location. You know what to do."

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Disclaimer: Futurama is not my intellectual property, or my moronic property.

Sorry this installment was a bit short, but it's the main turning point in the plot and I'm eager to get on to the juicy parts. I didn't want to bog it down with too many unnecessary descriptions. Also, no one has sent me any ideas for a bachelor/bachelorette party. I'm not as creative as Bender when it comes to depravity or good times, so if I wrote such a chapter it would most likely lean towards sucking. Remember, full credit to you, you can post it as its own story, yadda yadda yadda. I promise I will make up for the short length of this chapter with the next one, which should be at least three times as long as any I've posted. Thank you to everyone who's reviewed the story so far.