Chea and Micky make themselves a tuna-fish lunch. It had been hours since they got home from their disastorous first and last day of work at the Slurp Shoppe. After lunch the two agreed they would walk around town, for some fresh air. Chea and Micky had ditched their clothes at a thrift shop. The owner of the Slurp Shoppe still had their clothes, so they in effect had to trade the clothes they had for some clothes to wear home.
"How am I gonna tell the other girls that we lost their only chance to get money for themselves?" Chea asked.
"I think they'll understand." Micky said soothingly as they left the loft. "Besides, could you see those two in those uniforms? Poodle skirts?"
Chea thought for a minute. She laughed. "No."
"See, we probably did them a lot of good." Micky agreed. "Don't worry, I'm sure opportunity is right around the corner."
1990
"Okay, so where are we now?" Brianna asked as they were deposited on a cold street outside a bar. "Another bar?"
"I'm starting to wonder about these locations you are picking." Davy said.
"This is actually our next stop. Unlike the bar we ended up at in Archie Bunkers World, this is where we belong." Karen said.
"I thought I belonged at Applebees." Brianna cracked. She smiled. Mike and Davy shook their head. "They don't get the referance."
"I do, and I'm not sure I want to." Karen sighed. "Let's go in."
They headed down the stairs. Brianna looked at the sign.
"Cheers?" Mike read the sign.
"Cheers." Karen replied. "It was a very popular, emmy winning show."
"It lasted 11 years." Brianna chimed in.
"Thats almost twice as long as our show." Davy said.
"Right." Karen said. Who hard the heart to tell him that the Monkees lasted only two years?
"Let's go in. These Boston winters can be really cold." Karen said.
"Hold on shotgun." Mike said.
"What?" Davy asked.
"Only me and Karen can pass as old enough." Mike said. "What is the legal drinking age?"
"21." Karen said. "Michael, we are not here to drink. We are here for Norm Petersons seat cushion." They walked into the bar.
"Seat cushion?" Davy moaned.
"Yeah. Chea must have been reaching here." Brianna noted.
Karen examined the bar. They must have entered the during the 90's, the last few years of the show. She recognized Rebecca, the owner; Sam Malone, ex-Red Sox pitcher, and Frasier Crane, who would go on to his own successful show after this one ended.
"So what do we do for this cushion?" Mike asked as they sat at a table near the door.
"We just go get it. But we gotta get it before Norm comes in." Brianna said.
"Can I take your order?" A woman with messy curly asked.
"Carla." Karen thought. She knew she forget Sams sardonic waitress.
"I'll have an ice tea." Brianna said.
"Okay." She said. "And you three?"
"Coffee." Mike and Karen chimed in.
"You got any lager?" Davy asked.
"You got an id?" Carla asked.
"No."
"Then I don't think so, junior." Carla said. "THREE coffees."
Carla walked away.
"Okay." Karen said getting up. "I'll get the cushion."
"Why you?" Davy asked.
"I have a big shirt. I can stuff it under here till we leave." Karen said.
"Ah." Davy said.
Karen got up and walked to the end of the bar. She moved as though she were going to the bathroom but at the last minute with one swift move she swooped up the cushion and stuffed it in her shirt. She then continued on to the bathroom and went inside. This didn't go unnotice by Sam Malone.
"Did you see that? That girl stole Norms seat cushion?" Sam said to Carla as she delivered the drinks to the table.
"You're seeing things Sam." Carla said. "You just want to go look at whats under her shirt."
"Thats true." He admitted.
Brianna took a long chug on her ice tea. She slammed the glass down. "Good stuff, but this tastes funny."
"Really?" Mike asked. He picked up the glass and sipped it. "Hmm. Waitress!" He called Carla.
"Yeah?" Carla said.
"Is this the right drink?" He asked.
"Sure, you ordered a long island iced tea right?" She asked consulting her slip.
"Yeahhh." Mike said unsure.
"Then whats your problem?" She cracked and walked away.
"I feel sick." Brianna said.
"Take a deep breath. Have some coffee." Davy said giving her her cup. "Must not have a high tolerance for alcohol." He noted.
"Wheres Karen? Did she fall in?" Mike asked getting a little agitated.
"Oh no." Brianna popped up. She ran to the bathroom with her mouth covered. She ran in the door, almost slammed into Karen and threw up in the sink.
"Brianna?" She asked her as she slumped over the low handicapped accessible sink. "Are you all right."
"Long island iced tea." She muttered.
"Oh man." Karen said. Brianna getting sick is the last thing we need, she thought. She picked up Brianna and lugged her out. She set her up on her feet and helped her walk out to their table.
"We gotta go now." Karen said.
"I paid the bill." Mike said. They moved to the exit as a large man came in.
"Norm!" The whole room said his name.
"Hows things Norm?" Sam asked filling up a beer for his friend.
"Its a dog eat dog world, Sam, and I'm wearing milkbone underwear." He said as he hung his coat up.
"This is Norm." Karen said to Davy and Mike.
"Then we gotta go." Mike said.
"Hey, theres something missing." Norm said as he got to his stool.
They moved quickly to the door. Too quickly, the seat cushion fell out of Karens shirt.
"There it is!" Norm said.
"I knew she took something!" Sam pointed.
"Cheez-it!" They cried. Karen grabbed the cushion. They ran out the door. It had been snowing. They almost slipped going up the stairs.
"Punch in the next world." Karen said to Mike. He had their time gadget. Brianna did the same for their own. They hit the button and vanished as the large bar patron came out the door.
"That was my fave cushion too." Norm said. "I was just getting to break it in."
1967
Chea and Micky continued to walk down the main street. No jobs had appealed to them yet. Then they came upon a record store.
"Let's go look in here." Chea said. Micky nodded.
They walked into the store. Chea looked around amazed.
"My god, its almost like its right out of High Fidelity." She gushed.
"What?"
"Nineties movie. John Cusack. Cute buns." She said in a hurry. "Can we get some help?" She asked.
"Yes. But not from me." The man behind the desk said.
"Just as charming too." Chea thought. "I'd like to apply for a job here."
"Sure." The guy behind the desk said. "If you can answer three music questions."
"Come on Chea, this guy is more trouble than this job is worth." Micky said.
"Wait!" The guy said looking at Micky. "You're Micky Dolenz!"
"Yeah." Micky said.
"You're Corky, the circus boy!" He continued.
"Right again." Micky said.
"I saw your show!" He said. "I can give your girlfriend a application, maybe even the job if you will give me an autograph."
"Sure." Micky said looking at Chea. She winked at him. He gave Chea an application. They left the show.
"See, sometimes name recognition is good."
1999
The foursome were in the dark.
"Where are we?" Mike asked
"A tv set." Karen said trying to see through the thick threads of darkness.
"But what show?" Mike asked.
"Whos line is it anyway?" Brianna reported remembering the list.
"Whats that?" Davy asked.
The second Davy asked that the lights went up. A crowd got up and applauded as a large man came on the stage.
"Hello, and you're not dreaming, I'm Drew Carey. Welcome to another electrifying night at Whos line is it anyway?" He said sitting down. "Improv comedy at its worst, or best."
"Improvisational comedy." Karen said.
"We should be good at that." Brianna said.
"We have four guest performers tonight." Drew said. "Please introduce yourselves."
"I'm Davy."
"Mike."
"Karen."
"Brianna."
"For our first game, our four performers are all included on this. They will sing a prepared song for us."
Karen: Zilch! Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Davy: Zilch! China Clipper calling Alameda
Brianna: Zilch! Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Mike: Zilch! It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
All: Zilch! Zilch!
"Here I come to save the day...." Brianna sang off key.
"Cause Marty Moose is on his way..." Davy joined her.
"Someday friends, we'll look back on this and say..." Karen added.
"Of all these stupids things, we will definately pay!" Mike finished.
The audience appluded, not sure what to make of this.
"For the next skit, we will need Drews glasses." Brianna said.
"Okay, but I don't get it." Drew said.
"Don't worry, if you dont, we will." Karen said.
"Punch the next world in the gadget." Davy whispered to Mike. He did so, as did Davy did on his own.
"Here we go." Brianna said getting the glasses from Drew. She put them on. "Hi, I'm your new gym teacher for the day. Everyone drop trou and turn around."
The guys turned. They held hands. Davy and Mike hit the buttons on their gadgets and disapeared.
The audience applauded.
"That was great." Drew said. Four people came up to him. "Who are you?"
"We're the special guest actors." One man said.
"You mean the people here werent..." He started. The actors shook their heads. "Where the heck did my glasses go?"
