SIDE NOTE: Yes, for those of you writers and critics out there, I know my story seems to be lacking a little in its solidity. BUT not all hope is lost. There is a reason behind my chaos. Just wait about 3 more chapters after this…..

Chapter Eleven

An hour later, Bianca was working furiously. R.O.B. had faxed her the diagram and instructions from her first time machine and she was already halfway finished. Larry had brought them lunch from a nearby fast food joint and was reading the instructions to her, albeit she knew it made no sense to him whatsoever. Cupydon resumed his post at the door, although he was now inside the room, a bowl of milk nearby.

"You know, I've been thinking about Cupydon," Larry began.

"You mean what a stupid name that is for a cat?" Bianca joked, talking a loud slurp of her vanilla milkshake.

Larry laughed. "Well, there's definitely that, but I'm also curious as to how smart he is. It seems like ever since we first saw him, he's helped us out somehow. He helped free Balki, he hailed that taxi cab from Hell, he helped you figure out the password to Max's phone–"

"I know, right? I mean, Balki had catnip in his pocket, so any cat would go nuts trying to get to it, and the taxi cab thing seemed pretty coincidental, but after that, Cupydon's taken on a whole new personality. He's on our side," Bianca interrupted.

Suddenly, the cat made a noise and Bianca grabbed Larry as the cat began to morph from its small form to that of a grown man! A very familiar grown man!

"Oh my Lord! Meego? This can't be happening!" Larry's eyes grew wide as he ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"Oh, but it is!" Meego smiled. "I knew when the three of you–four including the original Cupydon–climbed into my taxi that you were in need of help. So, I took the form of Balki's four-legged furry friend and decided to keep an eye on you. Glad I did, too; you guys need all the help you can get!"

"But how is that even possible?" Larry gaped.

"Marmazon four-point-oh isn't in Canada, is it?" Bianca grinned.

"You are correct. Marmazon four-point-oh is a sister planet of Earth. Now, I must not keep you from building your time machine. So, I will return to form as Cupydon while you continue. If you need me, I'll be in the corner, licking myself," he told them before morphing back into the same grey and white cat as before.

"I–I don't believe that just happened!" Larry stated, still dumbfounded.

"Well, believe it. And while you're believing, can you hand me the torque converter?" Bianca asked.

"The what?" Larry asked.

Bianca leaned over and showed him the picture in the diagram and Larry quickly retrieved it. As he handed it to her, his hand brushed hers and he felt his face get hot. Why did she do this to him? He loved Jennifer with all of his heart, but there was no denying the chemistry between he and Bianca, either!

"I–I think I need to get some air," he stammered, standing up so quickly, he felt woozy.

"Larry, wait; take Cupydon–I mean Meego–with you, okay? I'd feel better."

"Oh, did I say I needed air?" Larry quickly recanted. "I meant I needed to wash my hair. I'll just take a quick shower." A cold shower, he added to himself.

"She's a maniac, maniac on the floor; and she's dancin' like she never danced before," Balki sang, trying to keep his mind on anything but the alarm clock poised directly in front of him on the floor.

"Will you shut up?" Lylo growled before stuffing a piece of chocolate in his mouth. "I'm trying to eat my Snickers bar."

"Well, excuse me for trying to liven up the room with a few musical selections," Balki drawled. "I take requests."

"Yeah, I got one. How about Europe's 'The Final Countdown'? Sounds about appropriate, doesn't it?" Lylo laughed, nearly choking on his candy.

Balki gasped. "You're going to get rid of Europe, too? What have they ever done to you?"

"Not the country, you moron; the band! There is a band called Europe and they have a song–"

"Quit socializing with the death row inmate, Lylo," Max walked in the front door, carrying a small paper bag. "I bought you your last meal, Balki. Hope you don't mind that it's only half a grilled cheese sandwich. It would've been a whole one, but I got hungry on the way here."

"I need to go to the bathroom," Balki replied, wiggling in his seat.

Max rolled his eyes. "Alright, Lylo; untie him and take him to the bathroom."

As soon as Lylo untied him, Balki felt better, but seconds later, he was roughly jerked to a standing position. Blood rushed to Balki's head and he stumbled, seeing dark clouds form in front of his eyes. "The room is spinning like a cradle," he mumbled.

"Cradles don't spin, Mypiot; dreidels do! Now move!" Lylo spat.

Balki managed to make it the rest of the way down the hall and to the small bathroom on the left. As Lylo started to enter behind him, Balki turned around slowly, looking him up and down. "Do you mind?" he asked slowly.

"Just make it quick."

"I'll do my best," Balki retorted before shutting the door. He had to find a way out of here, but how? The bathroom had no windows and he couldn't necessarily flush himself down the toilet or shower drain.

Suddenly, he saw a vent near the floor by the sink. If he could open the vent covering and slide through, maybe he could escape that way! Balki began to open drawers and cabinets quietly, albeit frantically, hoping there was something that could be used as a screwdriver.

"Are you about finished in there?" Lylo grunted.

Balki opened the door and poked his head out. "You wouldn't happen to have any reading materials, would you?"

"Are you serious?" Lylo gaped.

"Well, of course I am; don't be ridiculous. Please, Lylo?"

Lylo sighed. "Fine. But you'd better not be trying to pull the wool over my eyes."

"Now why would I do a thing like that? Pulling wool over someone's eyes is very uncomfortable; not to mention itchy."

Lylo grumbled something, but left. Balki heard him place a chair under the knob so that he couldn't leave the bathroom.

"Now, I need something small and screwy," he whispered, returning to the drawers and cabinets.

After a couple of minutes, he found some nail clippers with a small nail file attached. It had to work!

Carefully, he bent down and began to work, using the file as a makeshift screwdriver. "It's working; it's working!" he cried softly as he managed to unscrew the top left screw. "Only three more to go."

Balki was just getting started on the second screw when he felt something like a needle stick him in the upper arm. He let out a cry of pain before his vision became instantly blurry.

"Reading material my foot!" Max's voice said gruffly before he effortlessly picked Balki up, threw him over his shoulder and carried him back to the living room.

"I'm in deep babasticki," Balki moaned as he looked at the clock and saw that there was only an hour left. "Cousin, where are you and Bianca?"

"Hopefully on their way here or dead," Max replied, tying him up before Balki's head drooped and the world went black.