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(Author's notes: Thank you for the warm response on this fic and a few of my other fics recently. This really and truly means alot. Thank you one and all for the suport! )
( Notes need for the story: the song at the end of the fic is the opening from "Cheers"
The most intelligent conversation on earth:
When we last left 004, he was left with now two incredibly drunken heroes tormenting unsuspecting people with beer nuts. In having enough birthday excitement for one day, 004 decided then and there that it was time they left for home. In his poor defense, this will be the longest trip home in his life.
As if it there wasn't enough commotion dragging Jet and Francoise practically kicking and screeming off the Tilta- Wirl, it was trying to find that damn bus stop.
He thanked his lucky stars he gave the tickets the most responsible one out of all of them.
" Francoise?...Now you still have the tickets for the bus .. right?" He felt a small grain of gilt in seeming like he was talking down to her, but it felt like now the only way her and Jet would listen is if someone explained things very slowly to them.
" Yeah!" Francosie stumbled into Albert's arms in a drunken daze falling almost too close for confort as the trio came to a stop at the designated area for the bus back.
Albert helped stand her up straight before people close by noticed just how drunk they really were. Thankful the bus was running regularly dew to the festival and almost as soon as they came to the stop a downtown bus rumbled and putted it's way to the stop. The doors squeeked opened and people began to clammer in.
"Tickets please." The driver asked as they were the last to get on.
Poking at Francoise who was now hanging off his arm. "Where's the tickets?"
Glancing up at Albert from her drunken daze, her smile said it all ."O... I gave those to Jet..."
Strikes of fear grazed though Albert he already knew what Jet's answer would be.
" What...?" Jet gave up hugging the bus stop sign and staggered over to the bus." Humm... Lets see .. I lost those a long time ago ..."
In hearing Jet's answer the bus door coldly closed shut and drove off towards it's destination.
Dumbfound, Albert watched the bus drive off into the sunset as Francoise and Jet waved it bye and on it's merry way.
Now frustration was beginning to set in with him. "You ass ! How could you loose our way home!"
" I don't know..?" Jet shot back his answer followed by a fit of laughter.
"Now ..we'll just have to walk home." Taking a few steps, Albert began to heard his friends home.
Not one block had passed before someone decided to break out in another fit of commotion.
"HEY LOOK NO ONE IS AROUND! " Jet screamed so loud at the top of his lungs that his voice bounced off the buildings near by. "I CAN FLY!"
Before Albert could stop him, Jet was running down the street. With an almost tripping kick of the heals, he was off on a drunken flight to no place. Flying low enough that he was just above Albert's head but just high enough to piss him off.
" Get back down here ! " Albert jumped furiously trying to catch him like a small child trying to catch butterflies in a field "What if normal people see some guy flying down the street! How do you think I can exsplane that?"
Just as poor Albert was starting to get tired, fate would have it his way as Jet scarped against the ground several times and collided with a brick wall in a nearby alleyway
Collapsing to his knees after Jet's fall, Albert finally caught his breath but another thought crossed his mind.
"Where's francoise!"
With her face pressed close up against the same wall where the great Jet crashed and burned, stood Francosie intently starring into the red bricks. Something on the other side of that wall must have been extremely interesting.
Walling out of the ally where they stood, Albert walked to the front of the building to read the sign of whatever business was there.
"Von Gutten's Men's Gym."
Walking back around of the alleyway he confounded the now mumbling lady. " My...He's so "huge!"...and that other guy has a reason to hold his towel over his..."
Albert grit his teeth in discust. Oviously, the portion of the brick wall she was starring into on the other side was the shower room.
" Francosie! " In calling out to her he managed to gain her atention.
" Huh.." As she looked him over her eyes seemed to adjust elseware. " ... My...you're wepons are...is very nicely "equipped"."
Albert blushed deep crimson in her remarks. " Stop scanning dude's shlongs with your powers!"
Finally, if not forgotten about, Jet awoke from his impact but never seemed to miss a beat from the previous events. " NOw!...where was..I ... o yeah...USA ROCKS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooOOOO!"
Francoise's eyes grew wide with joy as she intently starred at Jet.
"SHHHHHHHH!" In a panic, Albert waved his hands franticly in trying to gain their attention. "Do you want to get the cops over here!"
As if on cue, one cop came strolling down the ally.
"Is there a problem here today sirs and madam? "The officer leered into Albert with questions.He tried to remain calm but fears still remained into him in rember the German cops from his time. From the way the officer looked, this was no cop to be messed with. He looked strick and by the book and if you messed around he would take you downtown in an instant.
Albert kept his cool but it was obvious that his other two companions were not up to par." Everything is just fine officer. We're just on our way home."
With lightening speed, Jet was eye to eye with the officer's badge as he carefully read it over. "...Officer..Miller...HEY ! IT'S OFFICER MILLER LIGHT!"
Then it was guaranteed Francoise would have to chime in with a comment. " ...I..wanna be one of the girls on the beer ad...I'm pretty ..do you think I'm hot officer?
Albert began to sweat in panic " um..."
It only took seconds to cuff all three and it was off to the station lock up at the Berlin police station.
Albert rested his head against the cold steel bars. Somehow the cold steal felt good for his headache. This was in no way how he planned to spend his birthday.
" Making your way in the world today takes... eabree thing... you got..." His friend's symphony of drunken off key song was slowly driving into madness.
Finally he had it. " WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!"
Suprizingly, they did and Albert tore into them. " Do you think this was how I planned to spend my birthday? Chasing after the both you. DRUNK! and then getting arrested!
We're suposed to act NORAML and blend in with NORAML people QUITELY! I planned to have a quite birthday, go to octoberfest, have a FEW beers and then come home!"
When his words did their damage, tears seemed to form in his friends eyes. Tears that cut like a knife though his heart.
Francoise's innocent words set his feelings straight. "Atleast we're all together..."
She was right they where all together and there was still time in his birthday left. Hell they would be here all night.
Sitting down next to his friends against the cold gray brick wall of his cell, Albert began to sing. It wasn't long before Jet and Francoise joined him in another happy drunken chorus. "Making your way in the world today takes ...eabree thing you've got!"
" You gotta go where eabreebody knows your name ..."
As night in jail turned to day, the three friends awoke form the drunken heap they where cuddled in to the opening of their cell and the painful smack of sunlight. "Someone's posted your bail. You're free to go."
" Ah god my head..." Jet crawled to his knees feeling slightly dizzy but the pounding headacke made things worse.
Getting up as well, Albert helped Francoise to her feet who complained of the world spinning.
Walking out to the precint lobby, Joe, oviously not impressed with events was waiting for them. He was the kind one who posed them bail.
Joe embraced Francoise in his arms. Feeling her sink in his arms, his wonderment in the story of what happend turned to anger.
"It's nice to see you again..." Francosie winced at the slights bit of a tighter grip around her. Every contact with life made her head spin out of control. "...I feel like I wanna throw up..."
"What did you do to her...?" Setting his beloved down to rest, instantly Joe figured the blame had to rest with the one person who's fault always seemed to lie in outrageous situations. " JET!"
lunging in anger, Joe was ready to take out his frustrations when Albert stepped in his way. Jet still wincing in horrible pain from the ecco though the halls of Joe's voice.
" He's not the one at fault." Albert stood firmly in taking control of the situation feeling like his old self again, even though his head hurt like hammers beat him too. Letting out a soft sigh he continued on. "...It's really all our faults. I'll explain on the way home."
All was quite after a long and unbelievable story told, things seemed to calm down and almost go back to normal. Albert collapsed in his favorite chair by the small table in his living room, however looking over at the small table Albert realized that in all their rush he never opened his gift.
Picking the small package up, he tore away at the decorative wrapping. What was behind the paper held more meaning than any one day could hold. The tiny gift was picture of him, 002 and 003 standing in front of the dolphin ship in a hand built wood frame. Jet must have made the frame, but also on the frame were small delicately painted words that where inscribed "Our best friend."
Albert set the picture frame on the table next to his calendar. Why next to the calendar? Because, true friendship passes though the test of time and also friendship grows deeper with each and every bump or acts of crazy events in the road.
The End
