The immortal fairy godmother has just appeared beside your computer in a cloud of smoke.

You blink quickly and pinch yourself to be sure you're not dreaming.  Your day is definitely looking up.  After all, the last time she showed up . . .

She eyes you critically. "You look a wee bit stressed out," she says kindly, in just the sort of grandmotherly voice you would expect from an immortal fairy godmother.  "We'll have to see what we can do about that . . ."

She tilts her head and you hold your breath, wondering just what marvelous adventure she will concoct for you this time.  Then her eyes brighten and she waves her little gold wand and sparkles come out of the end of it and suddenly Duncan/Methos/Richie/Amanda/Joe/Fitz appears (take your pick, or write in someone else), covered with (mud, paint, cobwebs, grease, flour, chicken feathers, chocolate shavings, or whatever you can imagine) and looking quite befuddled.

"Wo - wha - huh?" s/he says.  "What happened?"  Sh/e spots the immortal fairy godmother.  "Oh, you again.  Good timing."

S/he then turns and sees you, and a bright grin lights his/her face.  "Oh, it's good to see you," s/he says.  "This is perfect.  I need your help.  You see, I'm right in the middle of (your call)." S/he turns again to the IFGM.  "Can you give us six hours?"

"Oh, I think I can manage it." She winks at you, and waves her wand around the two of you, and suddenly you find yourself . . .