"Where an object's life ends, another will begin," Frasier said. "I choose the junkyard."

"But the Sanford Arms are more valuable," Harriet said. "Even if it's not an extra life, you get a profitable venture."

"Good point. But I'm going with my gut instincts with this one."

He touched the deed to the junkyard. It was replaced with a swirl of orange light.

"A save point," Harriet said.

Frasier sighed.

Harriet ruffled through Bulldog's pockets. "Looking for any Easter eggs."

"What?"

"Ew, chewed gum."

"Yes, very sophisticated. And I thought you would have more class than riffling through the deceased person's things."

"And grabbing those deeds is different?"

Frasier walked over to Roz's body and touched her wound. She had died for him, his best friend.

Frasier felt a tingle. A white light exited through his hand and into the wound, which healed quickly.

"What's happening?" Frasier asked Harriet.

FRASIER LOST A LIFE! 2 LIVES LEFT.

"Apparently you gave your life for Roz, just as she did for you."

"How poetic," Frasier said.

Roz rose up and gave Frasier a tearful hug.

Frasier explained to Rozwhat had happened during the fight, and filled Harriet in on the events.

"I'm so glad I took those self-defense classes," Roz said. She drank her coffee.

"I have to go," Harriet said.

"What for?" Frasier asked.

"...Bathroom. It's not proper etiquette to just tell people, remember?"

"Ooop, sorry."

Harriet left, leaving Roz and Frasier in the room with many damaged items.

"What about the show?" Frasier asked Roz.

"Frasier!" Roz gasped. "I can't believe you!"

"Well, the suffering of other people don't stop just because you died a little."

"Very funny."

They heard a woman's scream.

"Harriet?" Frasier asked. "Are you okay? Is that you?"

"Go after her," Roz told him. "I'll be alright."

Frasier ran out of the room and followed the screaming. He was annoyed that it was near-constant. The girl wasn't giving up and the screams were helpful, but it was annoying.

Finally, in the lobby, he found Harriet. She was tied with rope against a pillar.

"Harriet!" Frasier called from across the lobby.

"Frasier, I have rope burn!" she responded.

"I'll save you, I'm your knight in shining armor!"

"Listen, is that a voice I here?" came a female voice.

"It's speaking to me loud and clear!" came a male voice.

"On the wind!"

A blond woman descended from the ceiling.

"Past the stars!" came the male voice.

A man with dark hair descended from the ceiling.

"In your ear!" came another female voice.

A dark-haired woman descended from the ceiling.

"Cancelling your show at a break-neck pace!" said the blond.

"Dashing Friends, putting Cheers in its place." said the man.

"A show from any other decade is just as sweet!"

"When everything's worse, our work is complete!"

"Chrissy!"

"Jack!"

"And Janet, now that's a name!" said the brunette.

"Putting '90's shows in their place!" said Chrissy.

"We're The Triple..." said the man.

Together they said, "In your face!"

"Wobbuffet!" Chrissy added.

Frasier VS Jack, Chrissy and Janet

"I thought the '80's were against me!" Frasier exclaimed. "You're from the '70's! And the Jefferson-"

"We lasted into the '80's, we count!" Jack whined. "And if you want to see your girlfriend again, you'll have to battle us! Chrissy!"

"Right!" Chrissy said. "Oh...you mean...the Dumb Bubble, right?"

"Yes."

FIGHT!

A green bubble started to surround Chrissy, slowly, slowly getting bigger.

"And what, pray tell, is that attack?" Frasier asked. He started to summon the Sword.

"Not an attack, but it's the Dumb Bubble!" Chrissy said cheerfully. "It creates a zone around me; anyone inside the zone becomes stupid. I'm not affected, obviously."

Janet chuckled.

"Chrissy, don't tell him about it!" Jack whined. He turned to Janet and nodded.

A blue bubble started to surround Janet and Jack.

"And this?" Frasier asked.

"I'm not telling you!" Janet said scornfully.

"Is it a smart bubble?"

"Damn! How did you know!"

"You were smart not to tell me, and Chrissy...She told me. "

"So you've drawn the conclusion about Janet's ability?" Jack asked. "Very clever."

"And I bet I will say the same about you."

"ATTACK!"

Chrissy started to run around Frasier. "I'm just distracting you," she said. "You can't escape me! And the bubble will grow and grow until it hits you-"

Frasier tripped her with his Sword.

Jack ran at him, but tripped over Chrissy.

"You're on top of me!" Chrissy cried. "You were moving too fast!"

Jack was imbued with a blue aura, but it was slowly vanishing while in Chrissy's Bubble.

He got up, ran across the lobby and said, "Chrissy! Distract-O Cut!"

Chrissy got up and and started jumping up and down in front of Frasier. Frasier couldn't help but stare.

"Frasier!" Harriet roared.

"Oh, right," Frasier muttered.

"You little jerk!"

Frasier blinked and turned his gaze away from Chrissy. And Jack ran in and punched Frasier in the face.

"That was uncalled for!" Frasier whined.

"It's a fight!" Jack said.

"It's an unfair fight. Can't I at least team up with Harriet?"

"No!"

"Let's give him help," Janet said. "There's no way he can take one of us on, let alone three!"

"Alright..."

Jack pointed to a phone on the desk and said, "Call one person to help you. And we're gonna keep Harriet to keep you fighting."

"You don't trust me?" Frasier asked.

"No."

"Oh."

In truth, he was hoping to run off with Harriet.

Frasier went to the phone and started dialing.

"Hello?" his brother answered the phone.

"Niles! Listen, I'm fighting three characters from an '80's sitcom, after I brought Roz back to life after I killed Fred Sanford and Bulldog. They've captured my girlfriend and are letting me choose one person to assist me. And who better than my own little brother?"

"What's what, Daphne? Frasier, I'd love to fight, but Daphne is calling me. Good-bye!"

"No, don't-"

Niles hung up.

Jack walked up to Frasier and asked, "So what's up? Have you got someone to help-"

Frasier threw the phone at Jack. Unfortunately, it was still wired, so it fell by Jack's feet.

Jack laughed. He started to grow five more arms. "Shiva ability," Jack told him. "I can spawn multiple arms at will. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to use any other special attacks."

"This is getting stupid!" Frasier whined. "I'm a psychiatrist, not a fighter."

Jack responded by slapping Frasier with each of his hands.