Day Seven

 

[Peter] I can’t believe this trip is over already!

 

[Dave] Me too. *Sob*

 

[Mark] Yo tambien.

 

[Peter] God, he’s still speaking in Spanish!

 

[Mark] Si.

 

[Deb] Lol.

 

[Mark] Que?

 

[Deb] Lol. It means Laugh out Loud.

 

[Mark] Oh.

 

[Dave] Was that English?

 

[Mark] Ingles? No.

 

[Kerry] Here comes the bus!

 

[Cleo] Good. It was getting hot out here.

 

[Peter] Will you stop complaining?

 

[Cleo] Why? It’s my nature.

 

[Peter] Oh, okay.

 

[John] Dave, will you stop crying?

 

[Dave] *sob*

 

[Luka] ???

 

[Deb] Here comes the bus!

 

[Kerry] Good.

 

[Romano] Ah, nice and cool!

 

[Dave] *Sob* Good-bye Disneyland.

 

[Deb] Dave, you’re such a wuss.

 

[Dave] Boo hoo hoo!

 

[Luka] Do you need a Kleenex?

 

[Dave] Un hun.

 

[Luka] Yo! Anyone got a Kleenex?

 

[Elizabeth] I do!

 

[Luka] Can we use it?

 

[Elizabeth] Sure.

 

[Luka] Here Dave.

 

(Dave blows his nose and wipes his eyes)

 

[Dave] Do you want it back?

 

[Elizabeth] Um, no thanks.

 

[Dave] A gift! Wow, it isn’t even Christmas or my birthday!

 

[John] You’re being stupid again.

 

[Mark] Si. Tonto!

 

[Deb] Shut up.

 

[Dave] Oh, sorry. E=MC²   

 

[Cleo] Hey, I still need a battery. Anyone got one?

 

[John] Sure.

 

(he throws is and it hits her between they eyes.)

 

[Cleo] Ow.

 

[Peter] Why aren’t you dead?

 

[Cleo] Why would I be dead?

 

[Peter] I hit you between the eyes...

 

[Cleo] Yeah, but not THAT hard.

 

[Peter] Are you sure?

 

[Romano] I really don’t want that Doug guy coming back.

 

[Luka] Me either.

 

[Mark] Me gusta Doug.

 

[Dave & Deb] SHUT UP!!!!!

 

[Mark] Pesaroso! Mi Dios!

 

[Deb] ERRR! Let me at him!

 

[Dave] Fight! Fight! Fight!

 

[Bessie, the Bus Driver] Not on my bus!!!

 

[Dave] Why not?

 

[Bessie, the Bus Driver] I can’t stand the sight of blood.

 

[Romano] Me too.

 

[John] But you’re a doctor. A surgeon no less!

 

[Romano] So? It’s the truth.

 

[Elizabeth] He is, believe me!

 

[Cleo] Why should we?

 

[Elizabeth] ‘Cause I work with him.

 

[Mark] Como no.

 

[Deb] One more word out of you and...

 

[Bessie, the Bus Driver] No fighting, remember children?

 

[Deb] I ain’t no child!

 

[Kerry] I’m not a child.

 

[Deb] What are you an English teacher?

 

[Kerry] Almost.

 

[John] Wow, I didn’t know that.

 

[Deb] So much for being omnipotent!

 

[Luka] Do you realize that Abby hasn’t said anything for a while?

 

[Abby] You’re right, I haven’t!

 

[Dave] Who cares?

 

[Abby] I do. I get paid by the line.

 

[Cleo] What?! You’re getting paid for this?

 

[Abby] Yeah, why else would I do it?

 

[Dave] Yeah, you don’t think I’m always this dumb, do you?

 

[Cleo] Well...

 

[Romano] And do you think I’m really afraid of blood.

 

[Elizabeth] Well, no.

 

[Mark] I don’t even speak Spanish.

 

[Peter] The secret comes out.

 

[Luka] Damn, Abby. I knew you couldn’t keep that under wraps.

 

[Abby] I need lines! I’ve got an education to pay for!

 

[Dave] Yeah, I guess Cleo would have found out sooner or later.

 

[Peter] I don’t know...

 

[Cleo] Hey!

 

[John] Maybe later...

 

[Cleo] You mean all of you are getting paid for this?

 

[Luka] Yeah.

 

[Cleo] Even you Bessie?

 

[Bessie, the Bus Driver] Yup. I am a WWF fanatic.

 

[Cleo] Kovacsgirl!!!!

 

[Kovacsgirl] You called?

 

[Luka] It was more like screaming...

 

[Cleo] Are all these punks getting paid?

 

[Dave] I’m not a punk!

 

[Cleo] You’re right. You’re a bum.

 

[Dave] Hey!

 

[Kovacsgirl] Yeah. Pretty much so.

 

[Cleo] Are you?

 

[Kovacsgirl] No, I don’t own the rights to ER.

 

[Cleo] Well, why am I not getting paid?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Do you really want to know?

 

[Cleo] Yes!

 

[Kovacsgirl] We’ll need Pollster Chico for that. Chico!

 

[Pollster Chico] What’s up dudes?

 

[Deb] Ah-HEM.

 

[Pollster Chico] Oh, sorry. Dudes and dudets.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Actually Chico, we need some help.

 

[Pollster Chico] Oh hey Sarah, what’s hanging?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Shhh, they’re not supposed to know that.

 

[Pollster Chico] Right...

 

[Luka] You’re name’s Sarah.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Yeah.

 

[Luka] I thought we weren’t supposed to tell us that.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Hell, I’ve practically broken every other rule in this fic, why not go all out?

 

[Luka] Good point.

 

[Cleo] What about me?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Oh, sorry. Yeah. Chico, we need the results of the poll.

 

[Pollster Chico] Which one?

 

[Kovacsgirl] The one about Cleo.

 

[Pollster Chico] Oh, that one’s pretty ugly man. You sure that’s the one you want?

 

[Kovacsgirl] She asked for it herself.

 

[Pollster Chico] Okay man. Well, 90 percent of you said you’d like to see Cleo not get paid. 2 percent said the greasy hared Croat...

 

[Luka] Hey! I don’t have greasy hair! 

 

[Pollster Chico] Hey, keep your shirt on man. 3 percent said the horrid little turd.

 

[Romano] That’s me.

 

[Pollster Chico] 1 percent said the druggie.

 

[John] I’m getting better! 

 

[Pollster Chico] 1 percent said the cranky cripple.

 

[Kerry] I AM NOT CRANKY!

 

[Pollster Chico] That’s in the eye of the beholder, lady. And finally, 2 percent said the brain dead attending.

 

[Mark] What?

 

[Kovacsgirl] There you go. That’s why.

 

[Cleo] Where’s that poll from?

 

[Pollster Chico] Ve havh our sources.

 

[Kerry] Everyone off the bus, we’re at the airport.

 

[Dave] Bossy, bossy.

 

[Kerry] Are you coming back to Chicago with us Kovacsgirl? ...And Pollster Chico?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Nah, this is where I leave you guys.

 

[Luka] So, is this the end?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Yes.

 

[Dave] It’s so sad! *Sob*

 

[Deb] Not this again! You sound like a foghorn when you blow your nose.

 

[Dave] Do not!

 

[John] Will we ever see you again?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Oh, I imagine so. Old writers never die. They just keep on writing.

 

[Everyone] Bye!

 

[Kerry] Thank-you.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Don’t mention it. See you all later.

 

(They leave)

 

[Pollster Chico] So, what do you have brewing in your mind for your next comedy?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a “Survivor” type thing. Maybe I’ll do a Shakespeare. We’ll see.

 

[Pollster Chico] I imagine we will...

 

*El Fin*

 

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Well, that’s it. This crazy story has finally come to a close. I wonder what will happen later...

 

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Dedications:        

To my loving Grandfather. You may not be here to see this, but I know you’d get a kick out of it!

 

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