March Madness 2

 

A visit to Woof Rampant and Heartless Attorneys in LA shortly after the cancellation news

concerning the Angelic One and cohorts.

 

 

“Whoopee! Party party! Party party! Free! Free! We’re free!”

 

Assorted vampires, humans, and monstrous legal staff are dancing and cavorting through the office lobby looking very happy.

 

A voice from somewhere near the floor asked, “Excuse me but your show just got cancelled? Why are you partying?”

 

“Because we’re free of the tyranny of fannish expectations and producer- writer’s weird sadistic plot twists and reality limiters! I can run off and become an earnest muso and intellectual again!” cried a man of indeterminate age whose hair seemed to be stuck on with gel, “hey I could become a professor of music history and stop wearing black and get Dru into therapy!”

 

“And I can go get my Ph.D in multidimensional physics!” cried a very slender brunette.

 

“I’m going to Yale for real and then go into politics!” cried a young Africo-American man in a very tailored suit who was pouring champagne for a very serious freshly shaved and groomed older man with a very British linen summer outfit, “politics will be easy after dealing with this lot!” The NON crumpled Brit turned around and asked to no one in particular, “Why are we answering questions from a talking dachshund?”

 

“Who cares? Party party party!” bellowed a vampire with dark hair that suggested a clipped mane, “the only thing that matters is that I’m free to court my one true love and finally get this @@$#$$ gypsy anti happiness curse taken off or modified or something! Europe here I come! Me and the Buffster doing the Riveria and Italy and Paris! Yah!!!”

 

“But why is there a talking dachshund here?” queried the serious Brit, “and what species of demon is that weird little dragonoid thing?

 

“Did someone say talking dachshund?” answered a greenish person with interesting taste in tailored synthetics “Can it be…? Sassy! Goldie! How did you hear about our party! Come into my office and as Humanoid Resources Chief I’ll mix you girls some special drinks! Champagne ice blocks for her Goullawkness and chocolate milk for you Sassy!”

 

The girls trotted and trundled after him. He closed and locked the door and sighed.

“Thanks ladies you gave me an excuse to get out of there just in time! I just received warning that the ultimate senior partner heard about the party and is about to drop in!” “You mean?” gasped Sassy.

“Yes the Whedon and he’s not in a good mood.” answered the empathic greenish demon emphaticly!

 

A sudden roar quenched the party.

 

“What are you lot doing? There’s still half a season to film! And possible TV movies or big screen events!!!

And you! Get to wardrobe and get that suit rumpled!

And you! Stop grinning like a baboon and stop stuffing your face with pasta!

Get back to work! There’s no escape yet! Behave or I’ll do horrible things to you in the final episode!

I’ll have the Buffster marry Xander or the Principal!

I’ll get Giles to buy your company and turn it into a publishing and media empire. Get back to work! NOW!”

 

Some one broke the silence muttering, “but he does horrible things to us now! I am sooo sick of pig’s blood! I miss chocolate!” they wailed.

 

“Get back to work!” roared the Whedon as the greenish one safely closeted by closed doors poured doors for Sassy and Goldie and settled down for some girlish nattering!

 

Thank You for visiting!