little Collins looks up and sees his volcano is gone. "WHAT!!??" he cries loudly, his lower lip quivering. "Where did it go??"
"It is!" April cries, jumping into the railing with enthusiasm. "You guys have the best ideas for fun..."
"Hmm... uh, I dunno," Roger says, his mouth full as he licks mashed potato off his fingers."
Green begins crying now, because he's just that happy. "But how did you get here? Oh, whatever, I don't care!" Green starts kissing Mark quickly again and pinning him toward a tree.
Frank snaps his fingers angrily. "Oh yes they said he was! But I ain't letting him do that!"
"Neither am I!" Hedwig declares, throwing her fist in the air. "Hurry...we must go kill Maralyn Manson!"
"I actually don't know how I got here." Mark replies, kissing detective Green's tears away.
LITTLE ANGEL: Oh no! *hugs Little Collins* It's alright...we can make another one!
MIMI: *clings to the railing and let's out an ear-peircing shriek* YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL!!!!!!!!!!
DAPHNE: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! *cough,cough* I really should give up smoking...
MAUREEN: *comes out and joins them* MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
HEATHER: *also joins them ;)* HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLLLL!!!!!
Little Collins grins, squeezing Little Angel tightly.
LITTLE ANGEL: * also grins and squeezes Little Collins back*
"I don't care how you got here," says Green, shaking his head and smiling as Mark wipes away his tears. "The point is that now you're here, and wherever the hell we are, now we're together again."
"Mmmm, yes!" agrees Frank, throwing his fist up too before lowering it and looking thoughtful. "But we'll need a few things... let's see. A dagger, a spear, a pickaxe, Brad's boxers, and a Lindsay Lohan CD. That should work."
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" cries April. "Aw, but Daph, you don't have to give up smoking. You sound fine. And I got cigarettes here if you want some..."
Cha-Cha shrugs. "Well, hey, I tried. Next time just start on twelve." She looks bemusedly out the window. "Now what is all that wolf sounding racket out there about?"
DAPHNE: Thanks! *lights up*
ANGEL: *clings to the railing and leans over. Letting out the most animalistic howl she's ever given in her life...well,except for when her and Collins are having a passionate fuck session... ;)* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW...*that howl turns into a shriek as she nearly falls off the railing* ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEATHER/MIMI: *grab Angel and steady her*
COLLINS: *singing* On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...a bottle of AZT!
Mark starts sobbing all over again, hugging Detective Green even tighter.
Hedwig nods, lowering her fist. "Well... I might be able to help with the spear, the dagger, the pick axe and the Lindsay Lohan CD...I don't know about Brad's boxers though."
Little Collins climbs back up onto the table and starts to rebuild his mash potato volcano!! "Come on Angel!! Help me make this!! Then we can throw it at Roger when we're done!!"
LITTLE ANGEL: *climbs up onto the table with Little Collins* Well, ok. But I don't think throwing things at people is very nice...*helps shape the volcano out of the mashed potatoes*
"Maybe not..." Little Collins agrees, piling more mashed potatoes on his volcano. "But it's fun...and anyways...Roger's mean!!"
Roger points at Little Angel and nods quickly. "Yeah," he says, spraying the table with bits of stuffing. "There will be no throwing of any kind! Unless you wanna throw it into my mouth... that could be kinda fun."
"Oh my God!" April screams, nearly dropping her cigarette. "Are you okay, Angel? You were pretty... enthusiastic."
"That's fine," Frank says. "I've got a pick axe from my vaults, and I stole Brad's boxers and kept them in a very special place." He smirks. "Well, there's only one place we can get all of this... to Wal-mart!"
Green starts wiping his fingers under Mark's eyes. "Oh, Mark, don't cry now... don't cry!" he says, crying as well. "I'm just... so happy!"
Cha-Cha smiles. "Aww, that was thoughtful! Okay... on the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two rollerblades and a bottle of AZT!"
"To Wal-Mart" Hedwig agrees, throwing her fist up again."
"Me too!!" Mark sniffs, kissing Det. Green. "I love you soooooo much and I want nothing more than to go back home to bed with you!! How do we get back home??"
Little Collins picks up a fist full of mashed potatoes and throws it at Roger. "haha!!"
COLLINS: *obviously heard the strange howl/scream thingy* You ok,baby?
ANGEL: Wow... *shakes head* Yeah,I'm fine! *giggles at April* That was fun!
COLLINS: *continues singing* On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me...3 Captain Crunch boxes,2 roller blades, and a bottle of AZT!
LITTLE ANGEL: *can't help but laugh* DUCK,UNCLE ROGER!!!!
: Let me try something...*shuts eyes and clicks heels three times* There's no place like home! *re-appears on the roof of the loft where Jesse and the Corpse of Adam Pascal are getting it on*
((OOC: Little Angel has offically adopted you all as his family! :) ))
Frank grabs Hedwig's other hand, slaps his own ass, and they disappear and the suddenly reappear in front of Wal-mart. "You know, I really hate Wal-mart. There are too many worthless bums wandering around slowly with no purpose."
"Uh...." Green looks around, and notices they are nearly alone now. "Well... I dunno. It worked for him. Man, I'm gonna feel so dumb." He grabs Mark's hands and clicks his heels three times too. "There's no place like home!"
Roger gapes and slowly wipes mashed potatoes out of his eyes. "Awww, brat, you got it in my lovely rocker hairdo! That wasn't nice!" he says, trying to rub mashed potatoes out of his hair. "And uh... mini-Angel person, since when did I become your uncle? Wouldn't that mean I'd have to be brothers with... er... Collins or something?" He shrugs, then tugs angrily at his hair again before reaching for the nasty vegetable lasagna and chucking it at Little Collins.
"Really?" April asks, glancing down. "I always thought the possibility of almost dying but not managing to was relaly fun."
Cha-Cha follows Collins to stare at the six girls howling on the fire escape before continuing on. "On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... four new movies, three boxes of Cap'n Crunch, two rollerblades, and a bottle of AZT!"