Guys and Dolls
Fanfic by: MST
Original Story by: Jo Swerling and Abe Burrows
Based on the Story by: Damon Runyon
Inspired by: My High School's Spring Musical
Disclaimer: We do not own Bionicle, nor shall we ever, unless we go to court and gain the rights. We also don't own Guys and Dolls, it was originally based on Runyon's The Idyll of Miss Sarah Brown.
Characters:
Sister Sarah Brown
Hahli
Sky Masterson
Sky
Miss Adelaide
Macku
Nathan Detroit
Hewkii
"Grandfather" Arvide Aberanthy
Kongu
Big Jule (B. S. Pully)
Kalama
Nicely-Nicely Johnson
Takua
Benny Southstreet
Kopeke
Rusty Charlie
Matoro
Harry the Horse
Onepu the Ussal
Lieutenant Brannigan
Ally
Agatha
Kai
Calvin
Tamaru
Martha
Nokama
General Matilda B. Cartwright
Amaya
Joey Biltmore
Kapura
Scranton Slim
Kokkan
Mimi
Kotu
Brandy Bottle Bates
Jaa
The Greek
Gadjati
Angie the Ox
Boreas
Society Max
Aft
Liver Lips Louie
Piatra
Mindy
Agni
Hot Box Girls
Kailani, Marka, Nireta, Nixie, Okoth, Pelagia, Shasa, Vhisola
Singers:
Gamblers, Matoro, Kopeke, Onepu the Ussal, Kalama
Note: This takes place in Metru Nui. I am going to add Broadway to the Bionicle world, just so you know. Later characters may be added and I will repost the entire list, incase you forget who is who. I am also using the script to help me. Names, lyrics, and some words were changed to fit the story. All Matoran wear clothing.
Chapter 7: "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow"!; Lunchtime
It was around lunchtime when the Mission Band returned back to the Mission. Kai, Tamaru, and Amaya followed Kongu, all four weary and discouraged. Hahli followed them, glancing over her shoulder every now and then, checking for their stalker.
"Well, we finally lost him." she sighed in relief, a small smile on her mask.
"I do think you should have paid some attention to him." Kongu said, acting as if he hardly cared.
"Yes," Kai said, looking at her friend, "he attended every street meeting we had this morning. He must be interested in our work." She hadn't have half the mind to understand what was going on.
"Very." Hahli said, disgusted.
"By the way, you spoke beautifully this morning, Hahli."
"No, I can't reach these Matoran." The pretty Ga-Matoran crossed her arms in front of her chest, disconsolately, holding he tambourine. "I should have never have volunteered for this post— Well, let's go in for lunch." Kai, Tamaru, and Amaya headed into the Mission. "And I was going to convert Broadway all by myself. I was going to take these gamblers and have them just begging to come to the Mission!" She entered the Mission and immediately spotted Sky's Marker in the trash basket. She sighs and walks back outside, Kongu patted her on the back. Her blue eyes lingered on the paved ground
A shadow gently set upon them. Hahli looked up from the ground. She and Kongu jumped when they saw who it was, General Dume. Hahli dropped the marker.
"General Dume!" Hahli gasped.
"Good morning, Hahli, Kongu." Dume said
"Good morning, General." Kongu greeted.
"We didn't know you were coming to town, General." Hahli stated, slightly nervous.
"I got in early this morning. I've spent the last hour trying to find you." Dume, put one of his hands on his hips. Kai appeared in the doorway.
"Oh, I'm sorry. We've been holding some extra street meetings, trying to stimulate more interest—"
"Good morning, General." Kai said, smiling.
"Good morning— Hahli, there's something I want to talk to you about." Dime looked back at Hahli.
"Won't you come inside," Hahli began to move towards the door, "and have some lunch with us?"
"No, I don't have time, young one. I have several other calls to make— Hahli, we at headquarters have come to a definate conclusion. We've decided to close this branch of the Mission.
"Oh no."
"Close the Mission!" Kongu gasped. He looked at Hahli, who seemed more than disappointed. Was she heartbroken? The pretty Ga-Matoran closed her eyes. When she opened them, she was calmer and no trace of sadness left, only confusion and anger.
"But, General, please! Someone can do good here, even if I can't." Hahli pleaded. She looked about ready to fall on her knees and beg.
"Hahli, there are so many calls on us, so many other places where our work is really needed." Dume stated, he didn't seem the least bit fanned by what the Mission's Sargeant said.
"But we're doing much better now." Kongu said, stepping at Hahli fading away from any hope of staying.
"We've announced a big meeting for tomorrow night." Kai added.
"You've announced a meeting!" Dume seemed slightly cheered up, but frowned almost immediatly. "But will anyone be here? Will anyone come?" Sky saw and heard all that had happened and decided to round the corner he had been hiding behind.
"Pardon me—" Hahli frowned at him and was ready to charge him, had not General Dume been there. "I couldn't help but over hearing— General. My name is Sky, former sinner." He took his hand and shook it.
"How do you do?" Dume asked, quite shocked at seeing the Ta-Matoran.
"How do you do?— I wish to protest the closing of this Mission. I believe Miss. Hahli can be a big sucsess here." He patted her back friendily. Hahli wanted to back away, but found herself trapped between Dume and Sky.
"I am glad to hear you say that," He looked at him, then at Hahli, who seemed to be slightly nervous. "but I'm not so certain."
"A dollar will get you ten."
"What!" Dume gasped, not understanding what that ment. He looked at Hahli, who shrugged somewhat.
"General, might I make a suggestion—" Sky picked up the marker from where it lay on the ground. He hid it behind his back.
"Yes." Dume cocked an eyebrow.
"Why don't you come to the meeting tomorrow night and find out for yourself—" He crossed Hahli, dropping the marker in her tambourine, and stood on the other side of her. "Don't you think that would be a good idea?" Hahli looked down at the tambourine and bit her lip.
"Well, if I thought the Mission had a chance—"
"General, I personally guarantee you one dozen genuine sinners." she said, cutting Dume off, reading the marker.
"Hallelujah!" Dume praised.
"Hallelujah!" Sky said, mimiking the General.
Not too far off, a group of crap shooters, following Onepu the Ussal, he looked ahead and nodded and walked to the back where Kopeke and Matoran were quietly chatting. Onepu tapped the dark grey masked Matoran. Kopeke moved to the center of the group.
"You all got Harakeke flowers?" There was a murmer of a 'yes' or something like it, but it was a slurred. "Remember, no one will be let in the game without they got Karakeke flowers. It's like a... password."
"Okay," Onepu said, "but where's the game?" The other gamblers agreed. They all soon began to shout, when they saw Hewkii walking up the street.
"I'll tell you in a minute." Kopeke said to the mob. He walked nervously and quickly over to his Po-Matoran friend. "Hewkii is it all set? Can I tell the guys that it's at the Biltimore Garage?"
"Not yet." he said, shaking his head. "I got to stall 'em for a while. Kapara wants his dough first."
"But it's eleven o'clock— they won't stick around much longer." Kopeke, eyed the group behind him wearily. He flashed them a smile to think that the two of them were just consulting one another.
"So sue me. I left Takua—" Insert Kopeke's groan. "—at my hotel to wait for the money from Sky. It'll be there." Takua sauntered up to them just at that moment, eating a sandwich. Hewkii grabbed his collar. "Where's the dough?" Takua took a bit bite of his sandwich and motioned for Hewkii to wait while he chewed and swallowed.
"It hasn't come yet." Takua said, half of his bit still in his mouth. Hewkii shook him, causing the poor Ta-Matoran to choke.
"I told you to wait for it." Hewkii said through grinding teeth.
"I had to get some groceries." He held up his sandwich. "I felt faint." Hewkii let go of him and rubbed his temples. Takua took another bite of his sandwich. Hewkii annoyed, tried to take it away.
"Get beck to the hotel and wait for the money from Sky and don't come back here without it, even if you starve to death." Hewkii grabbed him by the collar again, then shoved him in the direction of the hotel.
"Okay, Hewkii." Takua saluted, taking yet another bite of his sandwich before walking away. Hewkii rubbed his temples and looked at Kopeke, who was about to say something. The Po-Matoran, frowned and pushed his friend. Onepu the Ussal shook his head and walked over to a fuming Hewkii.
"Where's the game, Hewkii?" Onepu asked.
"Hey, Onepu the Ussal, how are you, Onepu. How's everything in Onu-Metru?"
"Hewkii, if you do not have no place for your game, tell us, and we will seek elsewhere for entertainment."
"Now take it easy, Onepu."
"I hope, Hewkii, you will not spoil our evening, in as much as I happen to be entertaining a very prominent guest tonight. I think you have heard of him." Onepu pointed to a large Matoran behind him. "I would like you you to meet Kalama from Ta-Koro." Hewkii walked over to Kalama and held out his fist. The Ta-Matoran clanged it, quite brutly, with his own. Onepu and Kopeke hold.
"Why, how do you do, Kalama?" Hewkii said, ingratiatingly. "Welcome to our fair part of the city, in which as you know the heat is on. But just be patient and you'll get some action." Kalama eyed Hewkii, just standing there, eye not blinking.
"What do you say, Kalama, shall we stick around or shall we blow?" Onepu asked.
"I came here to shoot crap." Kalama said positivly, nodding. "Let's shoot crap."
"Sure, sure." Hewkii said, trying to ease his nervous nerves.
"Hewkii, if there is no crap game tonight, I am sure Kalama will be considerably displeased; and Kalama does not like to be displeased, as you can find out from those citizens who, at one time or another, displeased him. Although I will admit, it is very hard to find such citizens in view of the fact that they are no longer around and about."
"Why, Onepu, you don't think I would be so rude as to displease a gentleman like Kalama here, do you?" Hewkii put his hand of Kalama's arm. "Kalama, believe me when I tell you that when Hewkii— when Hewkii—" The Po-Matoran patted Kalama's chest, and felt a gun. Kalama smirked, slightly, as Hewkii withdrew his hand as quick as lightning. "—when Hewkii arranges something— you can count on it that—" He petered out when he saw Ally stroll over to the group. The group, practically being lined up, hid their masks in their hats.
"Well, well! An interesting gathering indeed. The cream of society— Boreas— Aft— Matoro— Piatra." As one by one their identities were revealed, they removed their hats. "Hey, Onepu the Ussal all the way from Onu-Metru, and—" He stopped in front of Kalama. "Pardon me, I'm ver bad on names, but your look familiar. Mind telling my where you're from?"
Kalama chewed on his cigar for a moment.
"East Ta-Metru."
"Oh? What do you do there?"
"I'm a scout master."
"Well, don't ever help my mother across the street." He noticed the flowers and smelt the one on Matoro's laple. "Mmm— lovely." He looks over thie line-up of flower laples. "This looks like the male chorus from 'Blossom Time.' What's the occasion?"
"Well, we— er—" Hewkii looked down the line of Matoran for a lie to tell.
"It's a party!" Kopeke stated.
"Indeed! What kind of party?"
At that moment, Macku was walking, backwards, and waving to some of the Hot Box Girls.
"Goodbye, girls, see you tomorrow! Goodbye! Goodb—" Kopeke snagged her around the waist and leads her over to Ally.
"It's a bachelor dinner. Hewkii's getting married." the sly Ko-Matoran said to the Lieutenant.
"What!?" Macku gasped, confused and excieted.
Onepu caught onto the plan and dragged Hewkii, forcefully, over to Macku. Hewkii wrapped an arm around his fiancée's shoulders, was shocked and showing it.
"That is correct, Lieutenant! It's a bachelor dinner. Hewkii's getting married." Onepu said with a dopey grin on his mask.
"Yes, sir!" Kopeke said, grinning as foolishly as the others who had caught on. "For—"
—He's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow—
"Which nobody can deny." Kalama said, smirking as he slapped Hewkii on the back, almost upsetting the now stuck Po-Matoran.
Macku was grinning in pure delight, mind filled with all sorts of things. Things which Hewkii feared. She clapped her hands together and looked at Hewkii. He felt a slight ping of guilt bubble it's way into his already unsettled stomach.
"Hewkii darling, I'm so thrilled! Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was a surprise." Hewkii said, stating the truth.
"But when I saw you standing here with all these—" She looked at them with a slight disgust, tried to smile sweetly. "—fine gentlemen, I never dreamed it was a bachelor dinner. I thought it was a—"
"Oh, it's a bachelor dinner." he said, solemnly, dropping it.
"It's a bachelor dinner." Kopeke said, coming to the rescue.
"Yes, sir! A bachelor dinner."
"Just think after fourteen years I'm finally going to become Mrs. Hewkii. Time certainly does fly." Macku said excitedly.
"Tell me, Hewkii. When is the happy day?" Ally said, butting into the affair.
"When will it be, Hewkii?" Macku asked sweetly. Hewkii looked at her and shrugged.
"Well—"
"Hewkii, these good fellows are nice enough to give you a bachelor dinner. You should atleast tell them the wedding date."
"Well, we need time for a license and our blood tests." Hewkii shouted.
"You could elope." Ally suggested.
"What?" Hewkii looked at him.
"You could drive down to Ta-Metru— what's the name of that section?"
"Piniwink?" Kopeke said, speaking up. They other gamblers smacked him in the gut.
"Not Piniwink, no, Hewkii, Enderton. They'll marry you right away. They don't ask you for a blood test."
"Aint's that unhealthy?" Hewkii asked.
"Hewkii, that's a great idea— elope." Onepu said. "I'll lend you my getaway Rahi." The assembled group looked at him. "My Ussal—"
Macku threw her arms around Hewkii. "Oh, Hewkii, let's do it." Hewkii sighed in defeat.
"Well— what the Karzahni—" He hugged her back. The gamblers and said their congrats.
"My congratulations too, Hewkii. And I only hope there is nothing in heredity." Ally said, leaving.
"Hewkii, I got do many things to do before we elope. You'll be at the Hot Box, tomorrow night?" she pressed, fluttering her eyes.
"I'll have a table reserved and I'll be all dressed up in whatever you elope in."
"Oh, Hewkii, I'm so happy. I ought to wire my mother. Only, what'll I wire her?"
"Send a telegram and date it back."
"I'd better wait until we have five children. It won't take us long." She looked at him mischievously. She muttered things aloud as she left, the gamblers watched her leave, all looking at her wide eyed.
"Hewkii, you are indeed a very lucky fellow. A most beautiful doll, indeed. Do you agree, Kalama?"
"Tell me, how long you known the doll?"
"Fourteen years." Hewkii said, looking down as he adjusted his hat. Kopeke darted over to his friend.
"Hewkii, you'd better find a place!" the Ko-Matoran warned.
"How can I? The money from Sky ain't come yet."
"Maybe it won't come! Maybe he took that doll to Le-Koro.
"He couldn't have! How could he! She couldn't have gone!"
The Mission Band marched in front of them. Nokama was carrying a sign that read "All Night Crusade Against the Shadow" in bold letters. Kai, Tamaru, and Kongu followed, playing 'Follow the Fold'. Hahli was nowhere in sight, nor her stalker, Sky.
Hewkii looked at this, shocked, then fell back, fainted, into Kopeke's arms.
Narrator: From the author of Empires and To Be...
Vakama: When someone is promised to you, it's hard to let go.
Narrator: Cowritten by the author of The Everbinding Tales and The Confusing Tales...
Jala: I won't fail you!
Hali: I trust you.
Narrator: A story of truth and faith...
Ashtriana: Do your hardest to protect her!
Razar: Did you ever not believe in me?
Narrator: Crossed Roads. Coming in July 2007.
Promises are tested.
After Guys and Dolls, who thinks we should do another musical? And if so, which one?