Twanky turned to walk out of the cafe in disgust. "Humph! The nerve of some people. How rude!"
She swung open the door and slammed smack dab into Joel as he was walking into the cafe. She hit him with such force that she pushed him back out the door and onto the sidewalk, knocking him to the ground and landing on top of him.
"Well, I never!" Twanky said after she had stopped falling. "Get your hands off me, you brute!"
"Hey lady, I'd love too, but you weigh a ton," Joel quipped back at her. "Now, if you don't mind, would you please get off of me before you break something I'm gonna need?"
Twanky slapped him and pushed herself up onto her own two feet. Joel scrambled to his feet too, just in time for Twanky to slap him again for good measure.
"Would you stop doing that?" Joel put his hands up to ward off her blows.
"If you would learn to behave yourself around a lady, then I wouldn't have to resort to such beastly measures," Twanky retorted as she finally looked up at the man in front of her. "Oh my dear, Joel? Is that you?"
"That's Mr. Joel to you!" Joel snapped back. "More commonly referred to as Joel the Mystic, Seer of the Unseen and Conjurer of the Undead!"
"Joel dear, it's me, you're Aunt Twanky!" Twanky responded. "You remember me, don't you?"
"Boy, my Uncle must have really been drinking hard the night he met you then," Joel mumbled.
"What was that dear?" Twanky inquired.
"Um, I said of course, I have been thinking hard since the night I met you," Joel recovered. "I could never forget a face such as yours Twanky."
"Oh good! I knew you would remember me," Twanky beamed. "I've been meaning to get in touch with you. We need to do another seance."
"Another seance? Your ghost friend didn't exactly say a lot the first time we met. What makes you think he will say more next time?" Joel inquired.
"Just call it intuition, my dear," Twanky replied. "You're not the only one around here with a sixth sense about things, you know. I have been known to predict an event or two in my day."
"Yes, of course you have," Joel replied a bit sarcastically. "When were you thinking of having this next seance?"
"Tomorrow night. Will you come?" Twanky asked.
"Oh all right, but this time we do things my way from start to finish, got that?" Joel answered.
"Oh, all right, if you must be so stubborn. I'll see you tomorrow night!" Twanky called out as she walked away.
As soon as she was out of sight a big smile appeared on Joel's face. He turned and walked to the corner where Meighan was waiting for him.
"Well," she purred, "did you do it? Did you get yourself invited to another seance?"
"Of course I did," Joel snickered. "I'm not a total screw up ya know."
"I know you aren't dear," Meighan wrapped her arms around Joel's neck, "it's just that I want to make sure you don't get your Uncle Kevin mad at you again."
"Why'd you have to go and bring him up for? You totally ruined the mood," Joel frowned.
"Don't worry about that," she responded, "I have ways of raising your mood, if you catch my drift."
"Ooh," a big grin appeared on Joel's face, "I like the sound of that."
"Come along then," Meighan said as she pulled herself closer to him, "I think it's time you took me home."
Scene: 2
It was a sunny day and Shannon was taking advantage of it. She was sitting on a park bench, filing her nails when suddenly Ryan sat down beside her and put his arms around her.
"Don't touch me." Shannon said and pulled away.
"What? What's going on, why are you acting weird?" Ryan asked confused.
Shannon went back to filing her nails.
"Hello, earth to Shannon". Ryan waved his hand in front of her face.
"Leave me alone." She answered sternly.
"Ok I'm really confused!" Ryan replied.
Shannon stopped filing her nails and looked at him. "Hmmm, let's see. Her name was Alexis I believe?"
"Alexis?" Ryan said surprised. "No we were just--"
"You were on a date with her." Shannon finished for him.
"No I wasn't." Ryan answered very seriously.
"Whatever. Don't play innocent with me you liar." Shannon snapped.
"What did you call me?" Ryan said angrily.
"You heard me. I called you a liar. Why? Because you are." Shannon snapped back.
"I thought there was something special between us. I can't believe you don't trust me!" Ryan exclaimed very upset.
"Well Dean said--" Shannon started to explain.
"Well maybe you should be with him then since you believe everything he says." Ryan interrupted and got up.
"What? No, Ryan I--" Shannon realized that she had pushed this too far.
"No!?" Shannon was shocked to hear Dean's voice and turned to see him standing there.
"I mean--" She said trying to get out of it.
"Maybe Chris is right about you." Ryan responded.
"No he's not. I really care about you Ryan." Shannon pleaded
"Um hello? Remember me? The guy you were with last night?" Dean announced.
"You were *with* him?" Ryan screamed.
"No, not like that!" Shannon said frantically.
"I'm outta here. Dean, you can have her." Ryan said as he walked away.
"Ryan!" Shannon screamed after him. Then she saw Dean glaring at her.
"Um..." She didn't know what to say.
"You know what I think you are?" Dean said with anger in his voice but then stopped. "No, never mind, girls like you aren't worth it." He said and walked away.
Shannon just sat there and felt the tears well up in her eyes.
Scene: 3
Alfalfa had the most uncomfortable feeling of being watched, but he was too lazy to open his eyes to find out who was staring at him. Working for Lilith had always been tiring, and now that she left him here to the mere task of babysitting her arch nemesis, Bruce, he had decided to make the most of it and get some long, overdue sleep.
But as he sat there with his eyes closed, he started feeling even more unpleasant, almost pain really. Suddenly he realized that his wrists hurt and he was having trouble moving his arms. His mouth felt dry and tasted like a dirty rag. He tried to yawn, but found he was quite unable to open his mouth. Suddenly Alfalfa opened his eyes only to find that the couch Bruce had been left tied up on was empty and instead it was himself who was bound and gagged to his chair. He tried to turn around to take in his surroundings, but the ropes that held him kept him from turning even the slightest bit. He tried to yell but all that he could hear were his own muffled screams.
Slowly Bruce walked into his sight, carrying the same frying pan that Lilith had clocked him over the head with in his right hand. He stared at it and then looked at Alfalfa. "Such a shame, isn't it Sprouts, my boy?" Bruce gave him an evil grin, "Such a shame that Lilith tried to betray me. We made a good team, her and I, and it hurts me that she can't see that."
Bruce walked towards Alfalfa and stopped right in front of him. Suddenly he ripped the tape off of Alfalfa's mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Alfalfa screamed as he felt what little hair he had on his upper lip being torn out at the roots.
Bruce laughed. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Sprouts?"
Alfalfa just stared at him in silence and finally said, "That's Alfalfa, you moron."
"Oh, I'm a moron?" Bruce questioned. "I'm not the one tied up in that chair. Nor am I the one who couldn't even accomplish the simple task of guarding an unconscious man left tied up and helpless on his couch. So tell me, which one of us is the moron?"
"You're nothing but a coward Bruce." Alfalfa hissed. “You always have been, and you always will be. You too scared to do your own dirty work, so you try to make Lilith do it instead."
"Surely you jest, Sprouts." Bruce said. "She'd owed me a favor and I came to collect, that's all."
"That's Alfalfa to you." Alfalfa retorted. "And now that she has the evidence to ruin you, you won't be able to blackmail her into helping you anymore, will you?"
"It's whatever I want it to be Sprout man," Bruce sounded angrily. "You do bring up a good point, however. She took that paperwork with her and that will be a highly effective deterrent to her helping me out. But fortunately, I have a back up plan."
"And what kind of harebrained scheme would that be?" Alfalfa asked.
"You'd better pack an extra pair of underwear, Sprouts my boy, cause you're coming with me."
"Coming with you?! I will do no such thing!" Alfalfa screamed.
"Yes you will, my boy," Bruce grinned. "I need something to keep Lilith on her best behavior, and you're it."
"I'll never go with you quietly," Alfalfa responded coldly.
"Hmmm, you're right again," Bruce agreed as he walked behind Alfalfa. "I can't have you kicking and screaming like a baby when I carry you out of here. You see, that kind of behavior might tip off the neighbors. So, I guess I'm just gonna have to compromise."
Bruce grinned as he slammed the frying pan across Alfalfa's head and Alfalfa plunged into unconsciousness.
