IT HAPPENED TOMORROW
"SEASON ONE"
EPISODE: 1x04 'SEASON'S HEATINGS'
ORIGINAL PUBLICATION DATE: 12/24/2005
CAST: Jerry Carson, Larry Dawson, Aimee Harris, Chris Fredicks
ALSO STARRING: Kathern McWannabe, Pam Carson, Peter Carson, Duane T. Robinson, Ma Robinson, Gang Leader, Gang Member 1, Gang Member 2
'Some things happen for certain reasons. No one can tell what is going to happen when or where. The only thing one can do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best...'
"It's about time that we were able to go out! Especially after waiting a month for you to finish up your detention." Kathern told Jerry as they walked down the street.
"Oh yeah, it is." Jerry replied.
"By the way, how come you were late all those times anyway?"
"Oh that, my uh... you know, just uh... funny stories actually. Cars breaking down, people needing help, usual. So, how about the surprise?" Jerry asked.
"What is it?" Kathern asked.
"Tickets to that new movie you've wanted to see." Jerry replied.
"No! You couldn't have! It's been sold out for a week. How?"
"Got them in advance."
"I don't know how, the Tampa Trib said that on the week before, the whole movie was sold out. And the tickets only came in last week too."
"I have my sources." Jerry replied.
Jerry and Kathern came to the theatre where a long line of people stood.
"Why don't you go inside, I'll be in in minute." Jerry told Kathern.
"Sure, I'll save you a seat." Kathern went inside, while Jerry went to the back parking lot.
He took out the paper and read a headline. 'MAN CRITICAL AFTER MUGGING'.
Jerry saw a man in a Mercedes get out, and three punks went over to the guy and started to hassle him. Jerry went over.
"Hey! Hey! Get outta here!" Jerry yelled to the punks.
The punks stopped hassling the man, then went over to Jerry. The man got into his car and drove away.
"What did you tell us?" One of the punks asked.
"Is there any really good reason why you should mug somebody?" Jerry asked.
One the punks took out a knife and pointed it at Jerry.
"Cash, now." The punk replied.
"Well, I don't... here." Jerry took out his wallet and gave it to them. One punk looked through it.
"Twenty bucks, that's it?"
"I'm short on cash at this very moment." Jerry replied.
"What's this?" Another punk snatched Jerry's ticket out of his hand.
"Hey, we could sell this."
"Yeah, four hundred at least. Let's go." The punks left.
Jerry stood in the back parking lot wondering what to do or say.
"You're welcome!" Jerry replied.
CREDITS PLAY.
Jerry went around to the front of the theater to find a way in. He decided to try and sneak in with one of the major mobs of people that were going in.
"Ticket please." One of the employees told Jerry as he tried to get in with the large mob.
"I'm with them." Jerry replied.
"I'm sorry, sir. There were no other tickets."
"Are you sure, I'm with them."
"You'll have to leave."
Jerry smirked at the employee, then left the building. He then went around back and sat down on a crate. The cat went over to Jerry.
"You! Do you know that this is just great? I've finally met a great girl, and you gotta take it away from me! I hate you, you do know that right?"
MEOW!
The door to the back of the theater opened, and a man with garbage came out.
"Did I tell you that? I meant I love you!" Jerry got up from the crate and snuck behind the man and went inside. Jerry stopped when he saw a security guard and the manager talking to one another. The security guard and the manager looked at Jerry.
"Lost my ticket." Jerry smiled at the two.
The security guard went over to Jerry and pulled Jerry out into the back and closed the door. Jerry fell into a pile of garbage.
"Merry Christmas to me." Jerry told himself.
Morning soon came, and Jerry was in his room dialing a number when Aimee and Larry entered.
"Good morning!" Larry yelled. "Christmas is almost here!"
Jerry looked at Larry.
"Oh, Kathern... Kathern! I'm sorry about last night, I am! I had lost my ticket and... and..." Jerry put the phone down then looked at Larry and Aimee. "She hung up."
"Trouble with the ladies, huh?" Larry smiled.
"You think you're funny don't ya?"
"What happened?" Aimee asked.
"You wanna know? I had plans to take Kathern to the movies, and have a meal afterwards. I couldn't though because I had to stop this guy from being mugged. So, instead those guys decided to take my money and the ticket to a movie that has been sold out of weeks. I tried to sneak in, but... you know. Now I'm here trying to tell Kathern what happened."
"Wow." Aimee responded.
"See, it's the paper. It's always the paper! The paper gets in the way, always!" Larry replied.
"What am I supposed to do, huh? Let the guy get mugged then let him have his car stolen?"
"Well, if it's either that or to have a date with a beautiful girl?" Larry told Jerry.
"Ugh, I guess you're right. But why can't it be both! It was simple, stop the guy, then get to the movie! They were right next door to each other."
"See, I'm always right!" Larry smiled.
"I'd better call her once more." Jerry said.
"Why? If she really likes you, then why should you go running to her?" Larry asked.
"Because I'm the one who stood her up."
"You didn't actually stood her up..." Aimee said.
"Still." Jerry went over to his phone and dialed a number. "Kathern, Kathern... please just listen! Something had come, I never actually meant to stand you up, please! I'm telling you the truth! Kathern?" Jerry listened. "Please, let's meet. I can explain and make it up to you. Please." Jerry listened. "Okay, the park, eleven o' clock. See you then." Jerry put the phone down.
"Good luck, buddy." Larry told Jerry.
"Yep, as long as nothing gets in the way." Jerry looked down at the paper to see a disturbing headline.
"What is it?" Larry asked.
"Twenty five die in bus crash." Jerry read the headline then looked at his watch. "It happens around eleven."
"Spoke too late." Larry quipped.
"Shut up!" Jerry replied.
"Why are we doing this?" Larry asked as Larry and Aimee were walking through the park.
"We want Jerry to be happy. Even, where's your giving spirit? It is Christmas time, the time for giving."
"Giving? Forget that, I just can't wait for that girl waiting inside the present! Or that hundred dollar bill inside that stocking!"
"You're the scrooge, you know that?"
"I'm the scrooge? At least I don't spend all of my time running around saving people's lives!"
"Come on!" Aimee and Larry went over to Kathern.
"Hi. Um, where's Jerry?" Kathern asked.
"He's running a bit late. He wanted us to come and keep you company until he gets here." Aimee replied.
"Oh, what's he doing?" Kathern asked.
"Um..." Aimee looked at Larry.
"He's taking his sick grandmother to the cancer clinic." Larry blurted.
"Oh my. Is that why he didn't show up last night?" Kathern asked.
"Yes, yes. He had found out that his grandmother was sick, and he had to rush home, but he didn't have the chance to tell you." Aimee replied.
"Oh, god. I can't believe it. And I've been taking it so badly that I never even asked him to tell his side of the story. Damn, I feel bad now. Thanks for telling me."
"No prob, but if it doesn't work out between you and Jerry, I'm here for you." Larry smiled.
"You're so sweet." Kathern told Larry.
Larry smiled even harder, while Aimee stared at Larry in disbelief.
"He really is!" Aimee kicked Larry in the shin.
"Ow!" Larry yelled but still smiled.
"Love hurts, doesn't it?" Aimee smiled.
Jerry hurried down the street and came to a busy intersection. He looked around, then took out the paper. He started to skim the article.
"Yesterday morning around eleven, a large tanker truck failed to stop at a red light at the corner of Land-oaks Boulevard and rammed straight into the side of a county bus. The bus and the tanker caused at least a twenty car pile up killing as many as twenty-five and injuring at least thirty. No known reason why the tanker truck failed to stop, and investigators are looking into the matter at this very moment. More details will be given at a later date."
Jerry put the paper away, and started to look around for a bus and a tanker. He then saw the bus pull up to the red light, Jerry ran over to the bus, and banged on the door to let him in. The driver opened the door, and Jerry went inside.
"You do know that this is not a bus stop, right?"
"When the light turns green, do not pull forward. There's a very large tanker truck heading this way and he's not going to stop at the light!"
"What? Get out of here!" The driver yelled.
"I'm telling you, don't go!"
"Get out of here or I'm calling the cops!"
Jerry saw the light turn green, and the bus started to pull forward.
"Don't!" Jerry yanked the bus into neutral, and the bus stopped.
The bus driver grabbed Jerry and threw him out of the bus. As the bus started to take off, a large tanker came barreling through the intersection. The bus stopped, and Jerry looked at the paper. The article had gone. Jerry got up from the gravel, and started to walk away as the bus drive exited the bus to thank Jerry. All the driver saw was the back of Jerry with the paper in his back pocket. The driver scratched his head, then got back onto the bus.
Jerry met up with Kathern and the group.
"Hey, it's about time!" Larry greeted Jerry.
"What are you doing here?" Jerry asked.
"Aimee's idea. Don't ask." Larry replied.
Kathern went over to Jerry and kissed him on the cheek.
"You never did tell me that you were helping out your grandmother with her cancer." Kathern told Jerry.
Aimee and Larry looked at one another.
"Grandmother?" Jerry looked at Larry and Aimee who were nodding their heads.
"Oh yeah, she's not doing to well." Jerry replied.
"It's so good that she has you there for her." Kathern and Jerry stopped hugging.
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry for not telling you."
Larry and Aimee started to walk away.
"We'll see you guys later." Larry and Aimee walked off as the two kissed again.
Jerry and Kathern started to walk while still kissing.
"So, how is everything going?" Aimee asked Jerry when the two were sitting in his kitchen.
"It's going great." Jerry replied as he looked through the paper.
"It is?"
"Uh-uh." Jerry replied, not paying attention.
Aimee smiled.
"You know, I'm going to Mars next week!"
"That's great, just don't forget to pack sun block." Jerry never even looked up from the paper.
Aimee sat in disbelief.
"Look at you! How can you ever enjoy yourself if your always stuck in with that paper?"
"Howzat?" Jerry looked up from the pages.
"You're not in love!"
"Yes I am! I'm just very busy right now!"
"With what?" Aimee asked.
"I got... I got..." Jerry pointed at the paper. "I've got to stop a kid from getting shot at a convenience store! Then I have to stop a gang from killing a guy down at the docks, and a father who is stuck in a chimney because he's trying to surprise his kids that he's Santa Clause. Not only that, I've got to get down to the local bar to stop a fire that enraged after a bar fight and stop a bunch of guys from dying, a kid stuck in the tracks gets his leg cut off by a train, and a Salvation Army volunteer from getting mugged. I'm kinda busy at this moment because of this thing! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to stop a jolly old fat guy from getting the heck whacked out of him just for a few pennies."
Jerry got up from his chair and left the kitchen.
"They're going to name a new complex after him some day. It'll be the Gary Hobson Complex."
As Aimee started to get up from the table, Kathern came through the front door and entered the kitchen to greet Aimee.
"Hey." Kathern greeted.
"Oh! Hey, what's up?"
"Do you know where Jerry is?"
"Funny thing, he just left."
"Oh, well... if you see him, just remind him that we have plans for tonight."
"Oh! That's nice!"
"He's making up for what had happened the other night."
"The movie thing?" Aimee asked.
"Yeah."
"He's a great guy, just with a lot of stuff going on like now."
"Is he okay?"
"Oh, he's fine! He has a slight Hobson Complex going on right now though."
"Hobson Complex? Never heard of that one." Kathern laughed.
"Yeah, it's pretty new."
"Well, I'll see him later, and happy holidays."
"You too."
Aimee smiled as Kathern bid her goodbyes.
"VOLUNTEER DIES FROM MUGGING", Jerry read from out of the paper as he walked down the street toward the nearest supermarket.
Jerry turned into the parking lot to see a bunch of kids hassling the Salvation Army bell ringer.
"Come on man! Ring your bell for us and I might give you a quarter!" One of the gang members yelled out.
"Please, just leave." The volunteer replied to the kids.
"Come on, pops! Amuse us!"
Jerry walked up to the kids in disgrace.
"Hey! Don't you kids have anything better to do than to hassle a volunteer trying to raise money for charity?"
"Who is this prick?" One of the kids asked.
"It's him... from the theatre." Another kid replied.
"Back off gramps!" The leader yelled.
"Come on! The guy's only trying to raise money! Back off!"
"Why don't you!" The leader pulled out a switchblade.
Jerry looked down at the switchblade then at the leader and the other kids.
"Well, uh..." Jerry looked over to see a woman coming out of the store with a hockey stick, he quickly went over to her. "Excuse me." Jerry took the hockey stick and started to wave it crazily at the gang.
"What the?"
"Hey man, this guy's whacko, let's get out of here."
The gang slowly left from the scene, and as they did, Jerry gave the stick back to the woman.
"Thanks! I don't know what I would have done!" The volunteer shook Jerry's hand.
"No problem."
Jerry took out and looked at the paper. 'LOTTERY STRIKES BIG THIS WEEK'. He smiled briefly, rolled the paper up, put it in his back pocket, and started to walk away.
Jerry pulled up in a cab at a residence where a man was on top of his roof dressed in a Santa's outfit. Jerry paid the driver, and rushed over to the man in the red suit.
"Excuse me, Mister uh..." Jerry looked down at the paper. "Franklin!"
"Yes?" The man looked in curiosity.
"I wouldn't advise you to go down your chimney tonight!"
"Why not?"
"You may think that it's wide enough for you to get through, but trust me, it's not! My uncle had the same kind of chimney and got stuck in it."
"You say?"
"Yeah! Trust me on this! They didn't find my uncle for a week!"
The man looked in surprise.
"I did it last year!"
"Well... have you noticed that your Santa suit hasn't fit well this year?"
"Yeah?"
"You may want to reconsider..." Jerry looked down at the paper for a glance. "And keep off the Bom-Boms."
The man was in shock.
"How'd you?"
Jerry looked down at the paper for the article to have changed.
"Thank you!" The man started to go for the ladder.
"Okay, we know what to do. Go in, show the gun, and get the cash..."
Two boys were sitting in a beat up sedan planning when Jerry got into the back seat.
"Hey, fellas. You don't want to do this. The clerk has a twelve gauge behind the counter and all that's in the register is a fifty, and he doesn't have access to the safe. Here's forty bucks, that's all you're going to get anyway." Jerry started to get out of the car. "Do you really want to give up your futures?"
Jerry got out of the car, and the boys looked at each other, then burned rubber out of the convenience store parking lot.
Jerry ran down to the train yard, which was only a few blocks from the convenience store.. He looked around, but saw nothing and no one.
"Anybody here?" Jerry yelled.
From the distance was a faint voice.
"Hello?" Jerry asked.
Jerry started to follow the voice until he came to the train tracks where a young boy was stuck.
"Help me!" The boy cried.
Jerry ran over to boy.
"Okay, we need to get you outta here."
Jerry tried to gently pull the leg out from under the track, but that didn't work. Jerry tried again, nothing. He looked down at his watch. Five minutes until the train arrived.
"Okay! I'll be right back!"
Jerry ran out of the train yard and down to the convenience store where a patrol car was. He went over to one of the officer.
"Yes?"
"I found a boy in the train yard, his leg is stuck underneath the track. Can't get it out. Train arrives in 5 minutes." Jerry told the officer between breaths.
"Okay! Get in!"
The officer and Jerry got into the patrol car.
"Dispatch, I need a rescue team down at the old rail yard near Broad, and call the incoming train and tell them to shut down their engines immediately, don't wait until their next stop."
"What's going on?" The biker who was in the back asked.
"Please sir, be quiet."
"Sure." The biker replied.
Jerry showed the officer where the boy was stuck, and the two tried to tug the boy out. Still no luck.
"Ten fifty seven. Could not get a hold of the rail unit, come in."
The officer went over to the radio.
"Try again, over."
"Sorry, nothing."
The officer looked at the boy, and then heard the sound of a train coming.
"Sir, we need your help."
"Sure."
The officer took the biker over to the boy and uncuffed him.
All together, the three slid the boy out from the tracks, and the train passed moments later.
"Thank you!" The young boy ran off.
"Sure."
"Well, thank you for your help." The officer told the biker.
"Sure."
Jerry looked down at the paper for the article to have changed, he remembered the other story and looked at his watch.
Soon after, Jerry arrived down at the docks where the same gang from the supermarket and theatre were mugging the same business man from the theatre.
"Hey!" Jerry yelled.
The members turned around.
"Oh boy..."
The gang dropped the business man who ran off in coward ness, and they went over to Jerry.
"Well, well, well..." The leader said.
"Oh boy..." Jerry replied.
"Oh yes!"
Awakened to the sound of a man, Jerry opened his eyes to see a man fumbling through garbage next to him. Jerry then realized he was in a dumpster, and that all his clothes were stolen.
"Bad day?" The bum asked.
"You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest Salvation Army is?" Jerry asked.
The bum pointed.
"...and twenty bucks?"
After getting some tattered clothes from the thrift store, Jerry arrived at a small bar over on the other side of town where he saw one guy was thrown through the window. Jerry rushed inside to see what was going on; chairs and bottles flying, guys fighting, knives thrown... Jerry looked into the kitchen to see a stove on fire; nevertheless, he took the fire extinguisher, and put out the fire.
Jerry looked down at the paper for the headline to have changed to; 'SEVERAL ARRESTED AFTER BAR FIGHT, INCLUDING TEENAGER'.
"Oh boy."
Jerry started to run for the door when the police slammed through the door.
"Nobody move!" The policeman yelled.
"Oh boy!"
Everyone held up after the yelling of the police officer, and then flourished for the nearest exit. Jerry was trapped in all of the commotion.
"Come on! Let me out! I have a date!" Jerry yelled to the guardsman.
The other ten men from the bar looked at Jerry, and just sat there.
Jerry put his hands on the bars, "It's a mistake, I smelt smoke!" He looked up at the clock on the wall: 8:32 P.M. After seeing the time, Jerry's stomach hit rock bottom.
"Oh boy..." Jerry muttered as he sat down next to the biker from the train incident.
"What are you in here for?" The biker asked.
"Putting out a fire..." Jerry replied.
"Speeding..."
"I'm Jerry."
"Duane... don't tell nobody though, only my mother knows."
An old woman in a turquois bathrobe and curls in her hair came storming into the jail cell area.
"Oh boy, that's my mother." Duane whispered.
The woman looked around the cell and found Duane and Jerry talking.
"Duane T. Robinson!" The woman screeched in a loud pitched voice.
"Ma!" Duane replied as he got up and went over to his mother. "Do you have to say it so loudly?"
"What have I told you about that darn bicycle?" She yelled.
"Motorcycle, ma." Duane corrected.
"That darn thing has turned my poor son into an outlaw! You're lucky I have enough to get you out of here!"
The guardsman went over to the gate and unlocked it. The mother went into the cell and grabbed her son's ear and started to pull him towards the door.
"When we get home, we're gonna have a long talk..."
As the two went for the exit, Duane saw the other cell mates snickering.
"Buh-bye Duane. Hope your mama gets you some ice cream!"
The cell mates laughed even harder as the two left the building, and as soon as they left, Jerry's mother and father came rushing into the cell area.
"Oh no!" Jerry responded after seeing his parents and turned his head away.
"Jerry!" Pam cried out.
"Son!" Peter replied.
Jerry turned his head back to them, and went over to them.
"What happened?" Peter asked.
"A fire was what happened."
"A fire?" Pam asked.
"How do you get arrested for putting out a fire?" Peter asked.
"It was in a bar..." Jerry replied.
"My baby was in a bar!" Pam cried, "Doing what? You weren't drinking were you?"
"No! I was putting out a fire that had started after the bar fight had erupted."
"You were in a bar fight?" Peter asked.
"No! No! I went in there after the bar fight had broken out."
"Why did you even go in?" Pam asked.
"To put out the fire that was going to kill some people."
"Oh..." Peter and Pam said at the same time.
"Can I get out of here now? I've got to be somewhere!"
The guardsman came over and unlocked the gate.
"Where do you have to be?" Peter asked.
"The restaurant." Jerry replied.
"You mean you stood the poor girl up? Why?" Pam asked.
"I was in jail, mom!"
"Jail or not, you could have at least made that phone call to the restaurant instead of us." Pam replied.
"And how would I have gotten through to you?" Jerry asked.
"They would have called us anyway." Peter replied.
"Come on, let's just get out of here."
Jerry arrived at the restaurant a little later, and entered the building.
"Reservation?" The hostess asked.
"Carson. It was supposed to be for seven thirty, but I had a difficulty getting here."
The hostess looked through the book.
"Table nine."
"Thank you."
Jerry rushed into the dining area, and went over to the empty table nine. All that was there was some empty dishes and glasses. He had missed her by five minutes at least, Jerry looked down in his disgrace, and left the restaurant.
"So?" Peter asked when he and Pam were waiting by the car.
"You guys go on home, I'll be back in a little while."
Jerry started to walk in the other direction.
"But Jerry!" Pam called out.
Jerry slowly walked along the sidewalk, and sat down on a bench that was near by. He sat there thinking of what he had done, and became startled by the cat sitting next to him.
"What do you want?" Jerry asked.
Meow.
Jerry slowly took out the paper. The same old articles page after page, nothing new, all old.
"What am I looking for?"
He kept skimming the pages until he had finally come to something.
"This wasn't here before..."
'FOUR DEAD IN WAREHOUSE FIRE'. "Four teenagers were trapped in a blazing fire after breaking into the Salvation Army Warehouse. Apparently, they were looking to rob the place and somehow started the fire by accident..."
Jerry got off the bench and quickly ran down the street toward the warehouse.
"Come on, man! Hurry it up!" One of the members whispered to the leader as the four snuck into the warehouse.
"Why would they even have the cash here?" Another asked.
"Shut it, shut it!" The leader commanded.
The leader saw a custodian coming and ordered the group into a large room. All four hid as the custodian looked into the room, and locked the large steel door to it.
"He's locked us in!" One told the leader.
"I have eyes you know!" The leader replied then flicked a cigarette out of one of his member's mouth.
"What?"
"Let's go!" The member commanded.
Of course, the lighted cigarette landed on top of a paper stack and started to catch fire.
Jerry, out of breath, made it to the warehouse a little later. He ran over to the front of the building where the custodian was just leaving.
"Excuse me!" Jerry went over to the man.
"Yes?"
"I need you to open the warehouse for me." Jerry replied.
"What for?"
"I was playing with my little brother hide and seek, and he ran over to the warehouse, and I'm afraid he went inside."
"Brother?"
"Yeah, and he's a... pyro... pryo... he likes to set things on fire, and the reason he's playing hide and seek is because he knows he's been bad and to my mother's lighter. Now I have to get it back before..."
Jerry stopped, and the custodian looked at Jerry.
"What?"
"That!" Jerry pointed to the window where a bright flame was coming from.
"Oh my!" The custodian yelled.
The custodian led Jerry to the front entrance, and opened the door. Jerry ran inside and started to look around; he finally came to the steel door.
"It's in here!" Jerry yelled to the custodian after he had felt the warmth of the door.
The custodian ran over to the door and unlocked it, but unfortunately, it wouldn't budge.
"It's jammed again!"
"Jammed? What do we do?"
"A crowbar will work."
Jerry and the custodian started to look around.
The gang came out of the office with the cash.
"Told you it was in there..." The four looked at the blazing fire that had erupted.
"Oh boy!" The leader yelled and started to call for help.
The four went over to the barred windows and started to call for help.
"Hold on! We're coming!" Jerry yelled after hearing the cries.
The four looked at each other.
"It's him!" One of the members yelled.
Jerry and the custodian found the crowbar and tried to open the door, but it still wouldn't budge.
Meanwhile, on the street, Duane and his mother were passing in the car when Duane saw the fire and the boys.
"Pull over, ma!"
"What for?"
"Just do!"
The car stopped and Duane got out, went over to the boys.
"We need the door open!" The leader yelled to Duane.
"Sure!"
Duane entered the building and went over to Jerry and the custodian.
"Need any help?" Duane asked.
"We need to pry the door open!" The custodian replied.
"Sure!"
The three went over to the steel door with the crowbar, and the three were able to budge the door open for the gang to run out into the street. The other three followed.
As soon as they all got outside, the fire department and police arrived on the scene.
"Hey man, thanks!" The gang gave their regards to the trio.
"We make a great team!" Duane told the gang.
"Thanks... Mr. Robinson!" Jerry replied.
"Don't worry, everybody knows now." Duane replied.
"Duane! Get your butt back in this car this instant!" The mother yelled.
"Got to go!" Duane rushed to the car.
"Well, no brother, huh?" The custodian asked.
"If I would have said something else, you wouldn't have believed me."
"I didn't believe you then!" The custodian smiled.
"Well, Merry Christmas!" Jerry replied.
"Seasons Heatings!" The custodian laughed.
"You better believe it!"
Jerry looked at the paper, and started to walk away.
"Hey!" The leader of the gang went over to Jerry.
"I'm sorry about all the trouble we've given you! It's just that, my brother is a pyromaniac and we need the money for the doctor's bills."
"Pyromaniac?" Jerry asked.
"Yeah. I'm sorry."
Jerry was stunned.
"Don't worry about it, Happy Holidays." Jerry replied, and shook the leader's hand.
Once more, Jerry walked away again, newspaper in his back pocket.
"Merry Christmas!" Larry smiled as he came into the house with presents that morning.
"Morning." Jerry replied.
"Larry!" Chris greeted.
"Looks like the gang's all here... except a few of course." Aimee told Jerry.
"Yeah." Jerry replied and left the excitement that was happening in the kitchen.
Jerry was sitting on a bench outside of Kathern's home when she walked by. Jerry quickly got up and ran over to Kathern.
"Merry Christmas." Jerry tried to hand a small gift to Kathern.
"I'm Jewish." Kathern replied.
Jerry froze, and slowly put the gift away.
"I meant to call. I'm sorry."
"Fun with grandma?" Kathern asked.
"Yeah..."
"I talked to your parents, your grandmother has been dead for years. Now, why have you been deserting me all of these times? First the movies, then this? What? Are you seeing someone else, or do you not like me or something? It's getting tiring."
"You're right, I don't have a grandmother, but it's just that I..." Jerry tried to say while taking out the paper.
"You know what, please don't bother. I don't want to hear it. You're a great guy Jerry Carson, but just not ready for love yet." Kathern opened the front door, went inside, and closed it.
Jerry started to slowly walk away from the house, then stopped to look at it. He stared at the paper and knew that as long as he had that paper, he probably would not have a steady relationship with a girl. Kathern peered through her window to see Jerry just standing there, Jerry looked at her, then walked off with the paper in his hand. Kathern stood there, not blinking an eye.
Jerry walked down the street with his paper in hand.
"Maybe there is a Gary Hobson Complex..."
'They say some things work out for the best, while others work out for the worst. It's hard to tell what's going to happen through all the chaotic times in our lives. Sometimes the largest of a clue isn't enough to get us through. Even though you know things will work out, they turn into complete catastrophe, a disaster; something you never saw coming, the hidden dangers awaiting around each bend. These things always happen, every day, every hour, every minute; in all they may seem unstoppable, but as Fisher Stevens once said, 'as long as you take things one disaster at a time, you'll turn out all right', and I think he was right!
THE END... FOR NOW
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
A/N: Catch the next episode December 31, 2005 - the last one of the old year. 'Computer Engineer' - Jerry must help a boy reach his dreams by becoming a computer engineer while dealing with nightmares that he's been having because of his Gary Hobson Complex.