My friend Amy wrote this in hopes I could work it into the sequel to Jack-O-Lantern. Needless to say, it wouldn't work in with my plan. So here it is. It's dead hilarious and should not be read by anyone who cannot take Pendergast bashing by three really drunk women. I DID NOT WRITE THIS! It is a one shot that I hope to never have to continue.

Amy pulled up in front of a dingy building. Almost all the windows were boarded up and the sign above the door was tattered. The faded letters read: 'The Hap Silr'.

"Home sweet home." Amy said happily to Nell. "That is, if you recognize it."

"Oh. My. God." Nell said slowly. "It's the Happy Sailor! Ah the memories…" When Pendergast shot her a weird glance she clarified. "Me and my friends used to get sloshed here in College. Goddamn! This place looks like shit! What happened?"

"Of course it is!" Allie exclaimed excitedly. As Pendergast opened the car door, he could hear shouts and off-key singing from inside the dilapidated building. That defiantly meant it was open. This place had all the signs of being a 24-hour happy hour. "Well…" Allie continued as she stepped out of the car. "A few months ago the board of health tried to close this place down. It had something to do with them finding dead rats in the brewery or something, But me and Amy rallied against it so here it is."

"Dead rats?" Pendergast asked rhetorically as he watched the black shadows of small rodents dance on the ally wall. "Why does that not surprise me?

"Wow, guys. This is really cool and all…" Nell said as she shot Pendergast a warning look. "But I don't think I should do this. I'm a fed now and this does not strike me as being a good idea. Can't we just go to a nice restaurant? Like Olive Garden?" Pendergast felt momentary relief before Amy re-opened her mouth.

"HELL NO!" Amy shouted. "My boyfriend Jorge works there." She said in a quieter voice." After receiving some confused looks she said, "Yes, my Mexican boyfriend works at an Italian restaurant. THEY CAN'T DISCRIMINATE HIM!"

"Since when do you have a boyfriend?" Nell grinned maliciously. Amy's eyes narrowed.

"Ever since you got laid! Even though he's a albino inbreed from New Orleans!" She spat.

"Anyways," Allie said, stepping in-between the two. "This could be your last night to hang out at your favorite bar with your favorite alive friends in the coolest city ever."

"Yeah, New York City's for fags. No offense Pendy."

"Er, none taken." Pendergast said, rather taken aback by the girl's gumption and the nickname.

"Well, ok. I guess one drink here won't hurt." Nell relented. "Let's get inside. It's cold out here!"

"That's the spirit!" Allie rejoiced. "By the way, Pendy, you can be the designated driver. Whatever that is…"

"Gladly. But will you girls be alright?"

"Don't worry." Allie said smiling and patted her ample stomach. "I can hold my alcohol.

DUN. DUN. DUN! Ha! Guess who's back. Back again. Tsuyu's back. Tell a friend. Yes I listen to Eminem. Anyways, Hi! I decided to divide this into two chapters. Me likey the cliff-hangers. Love it? Hate it? Review or be burned alive by Pendy's neato flamethrower!