( Hello! It's me again! Sorry for the extremely long delay on the next scene. I have at least three written, I will post them asap! You guys all gave such awesome awesome reviews that I felt guilty for my writer's block. So here's the next scene!)

THE FANGIRLS

GLEN: Hey Tommy, will these work for pins?

HANSON: What are they?

(HANSON joins GLEN. This side of the island is covered with glass bottles. Each of the bottles has a piece of paper inside of it.)

GLEN: I don't know. But they'll work, won't they?

HANSON: Yeah, gather them up.

(HANSON and GLEN begin to pick up the bottlews. They bring them back to camp and deposit them in the sand in a pile.)

SAM: Would you quit messing this place up! I'm sick of cleaning up after you Glen, I think you're old enough to know better. And you, Tom, you're a bad influence on him.

HANSON: Me? What did I do?

SAM: You make just as many messes as he does. You know, I clean and cook all day and I get no thanks whatsoever.

GLEN: Nobody asked you to clean and cook you femme little--

HANSON: Glen, don't speak to your elders like that---is that better Sam?

SAM: Much.

GLEN: Wha--

HANSON: I mean it.

GLEN: Man! This sucks.

(GLEN storms off and sits under a palm tree, arms crossed.)

SAM: Thanks.

HANSON: Eh, no problem. I hate teenagers.

SAM: But, you work with them.

HANSON: Yeah, I arrest them...but you know, Glen's not that bad. He kind of reminds me of me when I was that age...

SAM: Yeah, me too...weird...So, what's with the bottles?

HANSON: Bowling pins.

SAM: Ah, what's in them?

HANSON: I don't know.

SAM: Well, shall we find out?

(HANSON and SAM each grab a bottle and take out the papers. DON JUAN has come back from his routine watch for Dona Ana and sits next to them)

HANSON: It's a letter.

SAM: Read it.

HANSON: (clears throat) Dear Johnny, my name is Heather and I'm your biggest fan. I love all your movies and I love you. You're the hottest man alive and I wish I could meet you. Please write back. Love, Heather.

SAM: Weird. Here, I'll read this one: Johnny, I'm writing to tell you what a hottie you are. I love you so much and I'm your biggest fan. Please write back. Love, Amber.

DON JUAN: Who is this man, this Johnny?

HANSON: I don't know.

SAM: Whoever he is, it sounds like the ladies love him.

DON JUAN: I must meet this Johnny.

HANSON: Here, one more...Dear Johnny, my name is Kourtney and you're the greatest actor in the world--

SAM: So, he's an actor...

HANSON: My favorite character is Jack Sparrow. He's the funniest one you've ever done.

SAM: Huh?

HANSON: I don't know...here, there's more--I also love Mort Rainey, there's just something sexy about bad boys like him and Spencer Armacost. Thanks for everything, Kourtney.

SAM: How does she know Jack, Mort and Spencer?

HANSON: Well, obviously, they are characters this guy, Johnny, has played in movies...

(Crickets chirp. DON JUAN and SAM stare at him, dumbfounded.)

HANSON: Or not...

(DON JUAN begins searching the bottles as SAM shakes his head at HANSON. DON JUAN finds a picture in one of the bottles and he is staring at it lustfully.)

DON JUAN: Ah, yes my beautiful darling...I shall love thee! I shall...(begins to unzip pants) and you shall love me...yes you shall my love...

HANSON: Hey! Zorro! There will be none of that on my island.

DON JUAN: My love, ah yes, my love.

HANSON:(smacks DON JUAN upside the head) Hey!

DON JUAN: Must you interrupt. I am busy. (indicates pictue).

HANSON: (sighs in frusteration, and begins walking away.) Sam, let's go and leave Zorro here to his--erm--business...

SAM: Right behind ya Tommy...

(How was that? Did it satisfy your appitite? Willy Wonka will be in the next chappie, I promise...)