Leaving Leo to wait for his crutches, Max and Ulla went to visit their old friends: Roger DeBris, Carmen Ghia, Bryan, Kevin, Scott and Shirley. Unfortunately, Bryan wasn't there; he had resigned to work at a tattoo parlor. Upon their entrance, Max and Ulla discovered Roger in a fury.

"The upholstery! The upholstery! My upholstery has not been delivered!" he exclaimed.

"Roger, Roger, what's the matter?" Max queried as they entered.

"Oh, it's a disaster!" Carmen cried. "We ordered some lovely pink floral upholstery several weeks ago, and it still has not arrived!"

Ulla hurried over to Carmen and patted him apologetically on the back. "It is okay!" she said.

"No, no, no it's not!" Roger screamed. "It's a disaster, I tell you! A DISASTER! Max, help me protest to Ikea!"

"Eye-key-uh?" Ulla wondered. "Vhat means eyekeyuh?"

"I- it- I don't know," Max mused. "Roger, what's Ikea?"

Roger sighed dramatically and collapsed into a purple fluffy rocking chair. Resting his head on the enormous lips pillow, he massaged his forehead, ignoring Max's inquiry. Ulla took a step forwards, observing the director's outfit.

Mr. DeBris was dressed elegantly, as always (he had ditched the dress, though). From the bottom up, he wore bright red dress shoes. His socks were striped and purple. Instead of the skirty dress, the pants that he wore were too small and stylishly adorned with many silver sequins. The sport jacket was borrowed from Kevin... the shirt beneath it was light pink.

"Bit of a mismatched outfit, eh, Roger?" Max muttered, following Ulla's gaze.

"I want Thai food..." the director replied distractedly.

"Oooh!" Carmen gasped.

"Why did you gasp?" Scott asked with confusion.

Carmen stared at him... Yeah.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Mr. Ghia beamed and skipped over.

"Hello, the living room of renowned theatrical director Roger DeBris's elegant upper east side townhouse on a rainy thursday afternoon in october. Who may I say is calling?" There was a pause; then, "Oh, Mr. Bloom! How nice of you to call. I-... Max Bialystock? Oh."

After pausing a moment and scowling, Carmen reluctantly handed the pearly white phone to Max.

"Leo!" Max greeted dramatically, pressing the phone against his ear.

"Max, I don't have a car here, and I don't have any money on me... I was expecting you to be back earlier, Max," Leo's scratchy voice replied on the other line.

"... We just got here, Leo."

"No, Max, you've been gone a long time... I need a ride!"

"Alright, alright, we'll come over in a bit, Leo. But it might be hard to escape Roger and co."

"Just hurry... I can't think of a six-letter word for frightened."

Max raised an eyebrow. "Scared, Leo."

"... Good bye, Max."

Max hung up the phone and returned to the situation at hand. "Ulla, we gotta go," he muttered.

"Vhat? Vhy Ulla got to go?"

"Vhy? Because... because. Let's go."

"Ohh, Max! This is a disaster! A catastrophe! A..." Roger had become excited again, and was now gliding across the room to confront his visitors once more.

"Yeah, good luck with the furniture thing, I'm sure your lovely pink couch will get here soon-" With that, Max dragged Ulla out the door and quickly closed it.

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Max and Ulla hurriedly rushed through the hospital doors. They quickly found Leo sitting uncomfortably in a lobby chair, poring over a kid's crossword puzzle book. His crutches were propped up against the wall.

"Finally!" Leo exclaimed.

"We weren't gone long, Leo-"

"How are Roger and Carmen?" Leo asked as Ulla helped with his crutches.

"Oh, fine... They're worked up over some stupid furniture thing. I don't think they'll be directing any plays anytime soon."

"Vhat about producink?" Ulla queried. "Ve can't produce and I can't act... Ve haven't inshtalled ze stove!"

"Well, too bad," Max grunted.

"Stoves are dangerous! I- I don't want to deal with them again," Leo murmured nervously.

And so, still unsure of what activity they would preoccupy themselves with, the trio headed back to their office.

(They grabbed a taxi.)

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AUTHORS' NOTES: Thanks for your review, Penny and Fae! No, this is not a oneshot; it'll probably continue until we get bored of it. )

The title will be changed... eventually...