The guys awoke the next morning as the sunlight streamed through the window. The scent of bacon and eggs filled their nose as they groggily sat up to rub the sleep out of their eyes.

"Glad you guys are up!" called Monica as she flipped some pancakes.

They were all amazed that she got up before them and started making breakfast with out them knowing.

They all drug themselves over to the counter and poured themselves some coffee. Monica looked at Chandler and said "Sweetheart, would you go fetch the mail? We haven't got it in a while."

"Sure," he said as he got up.

"So, what are we going to do today?" asked Rachel after sipping her coffee.

That was a good question. They couldn't go to work because their workmates would probably feel threatened and have them fired. They couldn't just go to the mall and snoop around because they'd be attacked by a paparazzi, and they definitely didn't want to stay at the apartment all day because they'd be bored out of their minds.

"Wow, I dunno," said Ross as he looked into his coffee. "I guess we can't do much but stay here..."

"In Monica's apartment?" asked Rachel.

Monica gave her a look while she tended to her food. Then, Chandler came in, holding a letter in the air.

"Guys, guess what?" he laughed. "We got invited to be on that one talk show, Gordon!"

They all smiled at the spontaneous solution to Rachel's previous question.

(Note to readers, Gordon is not a real talk show. I've made it up to be in this story.)

That night, a limo pulled up to Monica's apartment building. The guys came down the elevator in fancy, elegant evening clothes to wear. Once again, Chandler was shaking like a motor.

"Honey, why do you get so nervous about this? You've been on TV before!" asked Monica.

"Yeah, but I didn't know I was on TV until the end!" he cried.

Once the elevator opened up, there were people staring at them for obvious reasons. The people backed away as the guys headed out of the elevator and towards the exit. They were surprised to see a ton of fans standing behind ropes, begging to touch the guys. They had no idea how news got out that they were going to a talk show, but it did.

They high-tailed it into the limo and slammed the door shut. They could still hear the muffled shouts of the fans through the closed doors. Soon, the limo took off and the noise went away.

They sat there, just now realizing their surroundings. "Wow, nice limo!" smiled Chandler as he rubbed his hands along the leather interior.

Joey was entertaining himself while pressing a button repeatedly that caused a champagne bottle to reveal itself from a compartment. He thought that was awesome. He moved onto the button that rolled the driver/passenger window up and down. The guys could only take so much of it, that on the tenth time of rolling it up, they shouted "STOP IT!"

He instantly stopped and his face turned red.

"So, what do you think they will ask us?" questioned Ross. "I mean, we already told everything they need to know to the press."

They all nodded.

"Maybe it's a celebrity game show or something," suggested Phoebe.

"I hope not," said Monica as she looked down at her dark blue satin dress.

They rode for quite a while, becoming bored. "Geesh, where is this place, Pennsylvania?" asked Chandler as he looked at his watch.

"I don't know, but I think... wait a minute... did you guys see that?" asked Rachel.

"See what?" they asked.

"That sign said 'You are now leaving New York City, have a great day!'" shouted Rachel.

They all peered out the darkly tinted windows to see that they were now in a suburb. They all started to panic when Joey said "Maybe it is in Pennsylvania,"

"No," said Chandler. "The envelope said New York City! Something is wrong here!"

"Hey!" yelled Ross as he beat against the driver/passenger window, "where are you going?"

There was no response.

"HEY!" he shouted once more.

Phoebe had enough and lasered a hole through the window. "Mister!" she shouted as she nudged him.

Then, to her surprise, she noticed that the driver was a robot, with no speaking abilities. His mouth opened and a recorded message started playing. "Detonation activated. Detonation in ten... nine..."

Phoebe screamed and scrambled back into the passenger area. "Everyone, outa the car! We have seven seconds!"

Nobody dared to ask why. Ross reached over to grab the door handle, but it was locked. "We're locked in!" he cried.

"Move over!" shouted Phoebe as she zapped the handle off. The door swung open to a road that was speeding by at 50 mph.

"NOW WHAT! WE CAN'T JUMP!WE'LL DIE!" screamed Ross over the traffic.

The second after he said that... the limo erupted. The cars behind screeched to a halt to avoid being licked by the flames. Some got out of their cars and started crying and running the other direction, others just stared in disbelief.

"Boy, would I hate to be the people in that limo..." thought one man as he watched a mushroom cloud of flames go up.

"Someone call a fire truck!" screamed a woman.

"Someone call an ambulance!" screamed another.

Black smoke billowed up as the limo was slowly being devoured by flames. People came running from their front yards with garden hoses to help tame the flames. When the flames became bathed in water, something strange happened. Large jolts of electricity came flying out from beneath the flames. They quickly turned off their hoses to see six people contained in a wooden cage that was contained in an electric forcefeild that was hovering out of the flames. (Note- the wooden cage was so they don't get electrocuted. Wood does not conduct electricity.)

They gaped in amazement as they hovered down to the pavement. As soon as they hit the ground, the electricity dissolved and the wooden cage opened up like a flower. They stared at the people, who were dressed in fancy evening clothes. They only had minor burns, but still looked scared.

"You probably want an explanation..." sighed Ross as he stood up, brushing off his tuxedo.