Okay, folks. This is my first ever FanFic and I hope I did it justice. Hope you like it. It'll get funnier, I promise.

Mark was depressed. No, he was worse than depressed, he was practically in tears. Last week his camera had broken after countless years of faithful service, and since then he had been spending every day locked in the loft. Roger was right; he was in love with his work, and this time there would be no Mimi-miracle. No, he would spend the rest of his useless life wondering what would've come of a few more days of filming, instead of his old shit.

"We've got to do something about him. Nothing works. He's worse than I was!" Roger explained.

"What have you tried?" Collins asked him. The rock star wasn't offering much of an explanation, and he was the one who called them all over to the loft for some sort of emergency meeting"

"If we put our heads together I'm sure we can think of something." Maureen said. "Oh! I think I have an idea already!"

Joanne cringed. "Um, are you sure it's…appropriate?"

"Oh, well…kinda… No, wait! I have an even better idea!"

"Well, what is it?" Mimi questioned impatiently.

"What if we…" Maureen paused dramatically, "have a game night!" She smiled brightly, expectantly.

"Uh…" Collins managed.

"That's got to be the STUPIDEST thing I've ever heard!" Roger exclaimed; he never was one to give false praise. "Are you crazy? That'll never work!"

"Actually," Mimi said, "I think it deserves a try. I don't think it would have worked on Roger, but it could do some good for Mark."

"Yeah, no offense Mimi, but the candle thing probably wouldn't work for Mark," Roger agreed.

"And why not?" Mimi asked, nevertheless offended.

"He'd probably just wet himself," he answered simply. Collins chuckled along with Joanne and Mimi, only to be scolded by Maureen.

"You guys get focused! Poor Markie is suffering and all you can do is laugh! If we're going to make this work we're going to have to start planning!"

"Sorry," they muttered.

"Okay, I think our game night should be tomorrow, Friday. I also suggest that Roger be the first in charge of picking and bringing the game." Maureen directed.

"What? Why me?" Roger asked, confused.

"Well he is your best friend," Maureen explained.

"But…" Roger protested, "The only games I know are…uh…" he glanced at Mimi, "two-player." Joanne rolled her eyes, but Maureen just looked confused.

"What do you mean? What does that have to do with-" an invisible light bulb went off above her head, "oh…"

"Yeah…"

"Oh come on, Roger, no matter how corrupt you were as a child you must have played some sort of game appropriate for your age!" Collins said.

"Well, yes but-"

"Good." Maureen interrupted. "Now I think it would be a good idea to lay down some rules. Or at least, Pookie does."

"Yes, so let's get started." Joanne pulled a legal pad out of her briefcase along with a ballpoint pen. "We'll call it..."

"Mission – Save Mark from the Evil Bunnies of Broken Camera Depression as Fast as Possible!" shouted Mimi.

"PERFECT!" exclaimed Maureen as she snatched the pen and paper away from her girlfriend and began writing furiously. "Oh, no! It won't fit. I guess we'll just call it 'Mission – SMEBBCDFP'." She said.

"Oh, yes, because that's much simpler." Roger answered sarcastically.

20 minuets later, there were 10 detailed rules scribbled and scratched out and written again all over the poor paper.

"Number one…" Maureen began, reading the list, "Game nights will be held on Friday nights until Mark is normal again. Number two – One person will be selected each Thursday to choose and bring the game. Number three – All game nights will be held in the loft due to its size and unpredictable heating. Number four – All games must be at least semi-appropriate. Number -"

"Okay we get it." Roger said impatiently. "I'm bringing the game (as soon as I find one) and you all can leave until tomorrow night."

"Hey!" Mimi protested.

"Well except you. You can stay. Otherwise, everyone out!" Roger pushed everyone but his girlfriend out the door. "Whew!" he said, sliding down and sitting against the door.

"Awww, poor baby," Mimi said, kissing him lightly on the lips. Roger smiled. Who cared if he had a game? He had something better…

Okay sucky ending I know, but I couldn't think of anything. Reveiws are awesome I've heard. Prove me right?