Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, shows, books, authors, etc. that I use/have uses/will used. I just wrote it. Not like any of the people I mention care. They're probably living on the backs of titanium henchmen.

Niles, Harriet, Daphne and Roz reached the lobby before The Triple stopped them.

Janet, Jack and whatever was under the tarp laughed.

"Prepare for trouble!" Janet declared.

"And make it double!" Jack said.

"To protect old shows from cancellation!"

"To unite all genres within our nation!"

"To denounce the evils of network jerks!"

"It's the superior shows that deserve all the perks!"

Out from the tarp came a blond girl.

"Cindy Snow!"

"Jack!" Jack said.

"And Janet, now that's a name!" Janet said. "The Triple, laugh with the speed of comedy!"

"Surrender now, or experience some tragedy!"

"Cindy, that's right!" Cindy said.

"Ugh, we don't have time for this!" Roz said.

Roz, Niles and Daphne VS Jack, Janet and Cindy

FIGHT!

Cindy did a cartwheel, put her hand slipped, sending her crashing through the front desk.

The person at the front desk ran out the door.

"Oops, silly me!" Cindy laughed.

"What happened to Chrissy?" Daphne asked The Triple britishly.

"She died!" Janet wailed. "You killed her!"

"No we didn't!" Niles responded.

"Yes, you did!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"She killed herself!" Daphne said. "When she opened the door and fell out the blimp-"

Jack lunged at her, firsts raised and screaming.

Niles cut him off, slapping Jack in the face and pushing him back.

"You cannot win!" Janet screeched. "Jack! Tactics 15!"

Harriet, meanwhile, snuck into the elevator.

"Shiva!" Frasier announced. He grew six more arms."Now, Smart Bubble!"

The Bubble didn't activate!

"You cannot activate it with the Shiva Ability!" Dorothy announced.

"Damn!"

Frasier found it hard to manage so many hands, his Sword, and dodge Dorothy's attacks all at once. Dorothy was dealing quick blows to his form.

"Ma, open my book-bag!" Dorothy said. To her mother.

Sophia grumbled, waddled over to Dorothy and gave her a small wool bag before retreating to Martin's side.

"Taste Atwood!" Dorothy screamed at Frasier, throwing a paperback at his head. "And Meyer and... that guy who wrote the story on...the thing."

"No, not inane ranting !" Frasier gasped as The Handmaid's Tale bounced off his nose. "And plotholes! And... that thing where women are treated as objects?"

"No, not that book."

"Where cats are demons?"

"Not that one."

"The one...?"

"With...Oh! The one with the horse."

"The horse!"

Shock the Monkey.

Shock the Monkey.

Harriet listened to the elevator music while she waited patiently for the elevator to stop.

Frasier delivered many fast punches to Dorothy.

"You can't hit a girl, Frasier!" Martin joked.

Dorothy sliced off one of Frasier's extra hands. It vanished soon after.

"But you can slice her, you numbskull," Sophia added.

"Wait, hey! How do I take off...turn off these arms?" Frasier asked.

"Hold on," Dorothy said. "Assist!"

Meanwhile, somewhere in Miami...

Blanch Deveraux started to glow a golden-white...glow.

"What is it, Blanche?" Rose Nylund asked.

"I don't know!" Blache said simply. "Oh yea, Dorothy's calling me."

"Oh. Well, will you accept the charges?"

"Heavens, no! I agreed to be her Assist, but that was before I had a date tonight."

"The glow's dissipating..."

"Darn. That light really highlighted my rose cheeks, didn't it?"

"Damn it, Blanche!" Dorothy screeched. "Ma!"

"What do you want?" Sophia whined.

"Be my Assist?"

"Her what?" Martin asked.

"Assist," Sophia said. "A person can have one Assist, a person to assist them in battle. Usually to do one deed."

"And how do you know all this."

"Please, I'm from Sicily!"

"Ah."

"Well?" Dorothy asked.

"Sure, pussycat," Sophia said.

"Dad, will you be my Assist?" Frasier asked.

"Sure, son," Martin said with a nod.

"Assist!" both Dorothy and Frasier called.

Light surrounded Martin and Sophia.

"What's going on?" Frasier asked Dorothy.

"They aren't accepting," Dorothy said. "And we can't call another Assist unless they quit."

"Why?"

"Because that's how cool people do it! I don't know why!"

"Well, can we call Assists from outside the room?"

"What?"

"You know - why didn't you call someone from outside, see if they'll accept?"

"You have to hear, see, taste, whatever to know they're your Assist. Then, you can call them from anywhere. Incidentally-"

Dorothy pulled out a cell phone from her bag and said to Frasier, "I'm ready to dial Rose Nylund once I get my mom to quit."

Sophia said, "We're not going to quit. Martin and I talked. We decided you two should fight for yourselves."

"You two need to stop hiding behind your parents and let go," Martin said. "We're not going to be here forever. I'm not your assist anymore, Frasier."

The light around the elderly couple vanished.

Dorothy dropped her phone and kicked her bag across the room angrily. "You'll always be around, Ma!" Dorothy cried. "I know you'd never abandon me!"
"But I'm not immortal," Sophia said.

Dorothy gasped.

"I don't have that much time, Frasier," Martin said.

Frasier's jaw dropped.

Teenage Hustling

I've been working here

Since I was fourteen.

Harriet hummed along.

Dorothy's eyes turned black. Her mind felt like it was shutting down and she felt cold.

Maude, have you killed Frasier Crane yet?

No, Dorothy thought.

You really need to hurry up! Geez, the others finished two or three shows each by now. Are you still so inferior, even after all that training?

No, I'm working on it, sir!

If you don't hurry up, little lady, then we'll have to do something about your placement, huh?

I'll kill him, I'll kill him!

Dorothy's mind snapped back, her eyes returning to normal and her body warming up.

"What was that?" Frasier asked. "You just stood there."

"I was being channeled by the boss," Dorothy explained. "Thanks for not attacking me just then."

"It didn't seem right to do so. Even though you're trying to kill me."

"Let's kick this up a notch, dude!" Dorothy announced. She pointed towards the ceiling. A guitar appeared before her.

Frasier saw a guitar appear before him also.

The lights dimmed and spotlights shone on the two.

Round 2!

FIGHT!

Hard rock started to play as Frasier and Dorothy played their instruments furiously. Several strings formed a track, conneting the two together from across the room.

Music notes danced out of the guitars before riding the strings. The other person's notes would clash against it, causing both to go poof! Should any of the fighters miss a beat, the other's note would hit them.

"How do you like me now?" Dorothy laughed.

"I must ...say, you're... quite the... player!" Frasier said. A note hit him. "Ow!"

All the people in left wing

Rock!

And all the people in the right wing

Rock~

The elevator stopped.

"Finally," Harriet said to herself.

A couple people waltzed in and pressed a few buttons.

"Oh, come on!" Harriet whined.

Dorothy's last note finished off Frasier's last extra hand, defeating the Shiva Ability.

"I'm a guitar hero!" Dorothy said wickedly. "You cannot win!"

"Thank you," Frasier laughed. "Thank you, thank you!"

Dorothy was caught off-guard. "What?"

"Now I can work at full efficiency, without worrying about my hands. Now it is you who cannot win!"

Frasier played furiously, sending so many notes at Dorothy while she was still caught off guard.

Dorothy started to play, but couldn't defend herself against all of them. Notes exploded against her body.

"Dorothy!" Sophia gasped.

When the smoke cleared, a woman, scarred from previous battles and hate in her eyes stood valiantly.

"You play hard-core," she said.

"Dorothy, you look different," Frasier said.

"And I thought I could run forever," Dorothy sighed. "I love this life, but as an honorable opponent, you should fight me at my full potential."

"What are you talking about, Dorothy?"

"I'm not really Dorothy Zbornak! My real name is Maude."