Flo's Beloved Rabbit Ears

"Left just a bit...a little mo-no, Quinn, your other left...Yeah, that's it...okay, a little more...no, that's worse."

Quinn exhaled harshly through her nose in frustration.

DinerTown was being soaked. The harshest rainstorm in three months. Bistro Bay was already in danger of flooding. But nothing was going to get in the way of the "As the Burger Turns" season finale. Nothing. Though the roommates were no longer part of the show, Rosie's writing had an addicting way about it, and they still watched the show religiously.

But the storm was causing interference, and Flo's beloved rabbit ears were getting on Quinn's nerves.

"We're getting cable; I don't care what she says," she kept repeating in her mind.

Flo popped another of the Peanut Butter Eat-Em-Alls that the girls had set out earlier into her mouth, and shoved it all into one cheek so she could still direct Quinn.

"...I dink it needs ta be higher."

"Flo, I'm afraid the cord's gonna pop out enough as it is!" To test Flo's theory of "cell phone relativity", Quinn had piled the antennae on top of four empty shoe boxes and two outdated copies of the DinerTown Phone Directory to try and get a signal. She had had to climb onto a chair to keep the thing steady (kicking off her heels, of course). Flo claimed that the picture was better this way, but Quinn wasn't ready to believe her.

Flo wasn't listening to her roommate. Keeping one eye on the TV, she sprinted to her bookshelf and pulled out two thick cookbooks ("BLTs Around the World" and "101 Uses for Fresh Produce").

"Here, try these."

Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Come on!" Flo whined. "The show starts in three minutes, and I don't know about you, but I wanna see if Leela breaks out of jail or not!"

Quinn took one of the cookbooks and carefully lifted the rabbit ears, sliding 101 produce recipes under them.

"..bzzt...bzrt...bzit tight, because coming up is the soap event you won't wanna miss! The season finale of "As the Burger Turns" - next on DTWC!"

"Ha! See, I told you it would work!"

Carefully steadying the tower, Quinn jumped down from her chair and narrowly missed Flo as she fell into the couch, grabbing for a cookie and anxiously waiting for the commercials to be over.