A/N: I actually got two chapters out in the same day! Woohoo! I'm very proud of myself. Anywho, thanks to all the great reviews, I've decided to continue the story. And just a reminder, reviews make me update sooner! So after you read this chapter, I think you know what to do.

'Here we go,' thought Maureen. She stepped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

"Hey baby," she said.

"Oh my god," said Joanne. "You are not wearing that to my mother's house Maureen!"

"But you said you like my slutty clothes!" said Maureen.

"Yes I do…but what do you think my mother will say?"

"Aw pookie, c'mon. I'm not gonna try to be something I'm not! I'm not gonna be sweet little conservative Maureen this time. I'm gonna be myself! Don't you want your girl hot?"

"Honey, you know I love you, but you are absolutely not wearing that! My mother will have a fit. Come on, we're going to change into something nicer," said Joanne.

"No! I'm not going to change who I am just for your mother Jo!" said Maureen.

"Your not gonna change who you are Little Miss Drama Queen, just your clothes," said Joanne.

"But my clothes are who I am! If your mother is going to accept us, she's going to have to know the real me! Not just me as an act I'm putting on for her! I want to wear these clothes!" pouted Maureen. "Oh please pookie?"

"We're so late right now. I don't have time for this Maureen. Fine wear it. But can you at least change your shirt?" pleaded Joanne.

"No," said Maureen. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right."

"Whatever, let's just go," said Joanne.

'I can't wait to see the look on that woman's face when I walk in her front door," thought Maureen.

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Maureen and Joanne were sitting in the car on the way to the Jefferson's house. Joanne had on her favorite station, WMUR, the conversation station. It was just boring people talking about boring stuff like the government, and the country. Maureen hated every boring word of it.

"Honey puh-lease change the station! It's sooo boring!" complained Maureen.

"No," said Joanne.

Maureen changed it to her favorite Rock n' Roll station.

"Mo, change it back!" said Joanne. "They were just talking about the state's legislature!"

"Oh, god forbid we don't know what's going on with the state's legislature!" mimicked Maureen.

"Turn it back!"

"No!" said Maureen. She turned up the volume.

"MAUREEN!"

"JOANNE!"

"TURN IT BACK!"

"NO!"

CRASH.

"What was that?" said Joanne.

The two women got out of the car. Neither of the two could see very well, so Joanne turned on the headlights.

"Oh my god," said Maureen. "Joanne? What is it?"

"I think…it's a cat."

"Oh no!" said Maureen. "The poor little kitty! Joanne we have to do something!"

"No way. We are not going to get involved," said Joanne.

"But pookie! He's hurt! We can't just leave him here! We have to take care of him!" protested Maureen. She picked him up and cuddled him.

"Maureen! Put it down! Your hugging road kill! I'll make a call to an animal shelter or something Maureen. We are not taking it with us."

"It's not an it! He's a he!"

"How do you know?"

Maureen giggled.

"I'm calling the animal shelter," said Joanne.

"Okay…" said Maureen. What Joanne didn't know was that Maureen had a plan up her sleeve.

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Joanne was on her cell phone. "Hello? Yes, this is Joanne Jefferson, I was driving and I accidentally hit a cat. Could you please some pick it up?" Joanne told them the location.

"Alright thank you. Bye," Joanne hung up. "We don't have time to wait for them to get here, so we gotta go now."

"Alright pookie," replied Maureen. While Joanne was on the phone, Maureen had sneaked the injured cat into the back of the car, hoping Joanne wouldn't notice. Maureen loved cats, and she knew the brain dead animal shelter would just put him to sleep. She would not let that happen. And besides, this would be another part of her brilliant plan to scare Mrs. Jefferson out of her wits.

They had only driven a couple miles when Joanne said,

"Holy shit, what is that smell?"

"Um, it's probably the deviled eggs I made for tonight. I guess they went bad or something…" lied Maureen.

They drove on. Finally they arrived at The Jefferson House. It looked like a perfect home, complete with gardens, flowers, and a path leading up to the front door. On the way up the path, Maureen grabbed a couple dead flowers from the garden to give to Mrs. Jefferson. Luckily, Joanne didn't notice. What Joanne did notice, was the flies flying around Maureen's shirt front.

'Probably from hugging the unconscious, smelly cat,' thought Joanne. 'But we can't do anything about that now.'

They walked up the front steps and rang the door bell. It was answered by a tall woman in all pink. When she saw Maureen she nearly fainted. All she could say was,

"Help us lord," and she looked toward the ceiling.

"Come now Mrs. Jefferson, don't lose your head," grinned Maureen.

A/N: THE END! Heehee just kidding. That is defiantly not the end. I have plenty more surprises left in store for Mrs. Jefferson. This is where the maniacal laugh comes in! Muhuahahaha! Ok, so anyway, if you thought this was to long too long, or too short, or whatever, just review and give me suggestions, or tell me what you liked about the chapter!