"Coming up next, Bruce Campbell!" Conan O'Brian said as the crowd broke into cheers and applause and the band started to play.

"This is great." Max said, grinning as they waited for the next segment to begin.

"Yup, and we haven't had to pretend we don't know you once." Crysta replied, while Alex nodded in agreement. "I'd say that's a good thing."

"How much longer until Brucie?" Lydia asked, bouncing up and down in her seat. "He's God and Chuck Norris is the devil."

Crysta sighed, "I stand corrected. I think it was a bad idea to give her sugar before we went in."

"Oh relax, she's entertaining and it's keeping us occupied in-between segments." Alex said as the music died down.

"You know him from the Evil Dead trilogy-" Conan cut off as a loud squeal was heard. Smiling and laughing he continued, "and this September will star in 'My Name Is Bruce'. Bruce Campbell!"

Lydia and Max squealed as Bruce walked onto the stage and waved at the audience. Before he sat down he gave another wave and that only encouraged Lydia to yell again. As the music faded she shouted, "I LOVE YOU BRUCE!!!"

Conan laughed while asking, "What about me?"

"No." Conan pretended to look hurt while everyone laughed.

"Anything for a laugh." Bruce said.

"Continue red-headed clown. Dance for our amusement." Conan said, miming a dance.

As the interview progressed Max noticed that Lydia was acting strange…well stranger than normal. "You ok?" she whispered.

"Yeah yeah…I'm fine. Now shut up." Lydia hissed back, not tearing her eyes away from the stage. In the middle of the interview, when they were talking about 'My Name Is Bruce' she suddenly got up, dashed down the steps, past the cameras, and onto the stage while yelling, "MISTER CAMPBELL!" Lydia then sat down on his lap and hugged him.

The crowd laughed and cheered thinking that it was a sketch while Max, Crysta, and Alex exchanged glances, wondering what the hell was going on.

Bruce was startled when someone rushed the stage, sat down on his lap and hugging him but pretended to be fine with it. "That's quite a grip you've got there." He said, smiling. "What's your name?"

"Lydia." She said giggling and maintained her hold on him. "I'm your biggest fan."

"She's been drinking." Conan said, while making the shape of a glass with his hand and tipping it repeatedly towards his mouth. He needed to stall for time while security made their way up here. His producer motioned at him, wondering if they should stop taping and reset. Conan shook his head; this could prove to be entertaining.

"I have not!" Lydia protested, breaking her gaze from Bruce to glance at Conan. Her eyes going wide she squealed and said, "OMG Conan! Your tie! It looks like Ice Cream!"

Conan laughed and pulled out his tie which was a variety of pastel colors, "It's made of spun sugar."

"Can I eat it?" Lyida suddenly asked, reaching for it. But her arm only came half-way so Lydia decided to do the next best thing; she got up and launched herself at Conan. While he was stunned she quickly took off his tie and then set herself back down in Bruce's lap.

"If she hasn't been drinking...would you believe pot?" Conan asked, pretending like this was just an act and wondering what was taking security so long to arrive.

"Lydia...time to go back the nice soft room." Bruce said, starting to get more than a little creped out at the women sitting in his lap.

"Buuuut...Bruuuuuuuuce!" Lydia whined, while snuggling Bruce and chewing on Conan's tie. "Can I have your Bruce-lets? Please?"

"Hey, you gotta admit, this'll make fascinating television." Conan said, stalling. The audience laughed and he continued, "This episode will never air. You guys will be talking about it and everyone'll be like 'Huh?'"

Out of the corner of his eye Conan saw the door open and two security guys step into the studio. Now he could stop recording. "As amusing as this is, we need to take a break. Coming up, Fall Out Boy!"

The two security guys came up to the stage and had to pry Lydia from Bruce and all but drag her towards the hallway. "I love you Bruce!" Lydia yelled as the doors swung shut.

Max couldn't believe this was happening. It's like she was suddenly in an episode of 'The Twilight Zone' and she was slowly going mad. But that still didn't distract her from the fact that one of her friends had gone crazy on national television. After Lydia and her "escorts" disappeared she knew that Lydia was going to spend the night in a nice barred room. It might even be padded. Grabbing Lydia's bag as well as her own she leaned over to Crysta and said, "I'll be back, I'm gonna find out where they're taking Lydia."

"'K." Crysta said, as Max stood and made her way towards the exit.

It didn't take her long to find Lydia and as she made her way towards them Max wondered what the hell caused all this.

"Can I help you?" one of the officers asked Max when she neared them.

"She's my friend." Max said, pointing to Lydia and wondering if it was wise to admit that at the moment. "Where is she going?"

"Depends. Is that her bag?" he asked, pointing to the one in Max's right hand.

"No, this is." She said, holding out her left hand. The officer took it and started to look through it.

"What's this?" he asked, pulling out the brownies.

"Uh…brownies. Why?"

The officer didn't reply and walked towards his partner. Taking the brownies the second officer then let a dog sniff them. The dog started to bark and the two men exchanged glances. They then turned to face Lydia and started to talk to her. Max tried to overhear what they were saying but they were talking too low for her to hear.

"What do you mean arrested for possession?!" Lydia exclaimed as handcuffs appeared and one of them started to recite her rights. "It's a Brownie!"

"Uhuh." One of them said as they started to take Lydia outside. "And I guess that you just bought it off of two little girls."

"Actually you'd be surprised how right you are." Hoping to stall, Lydia refused to move and nodded at Max, who was watching all this from her spot in front of the security desk. "She's the one who bought it!"

"Me?!" Max squeaked out, startled at Lydia's accusation. "I gave her the money."

"See? Enabler."

The two men exchanged looks and the one who didn't have a grip on Lydia went over to Max and took her arm while saying, "You'll have to come with us."

"What?" Max asked as she allowed herself be led towards the squad car. "I didn't do anything!"

"That's what they all say."