"Remind me why we're here again?" Ryan grumbled as he and Colin stood outside a small LA theatre.
"Because Chip is performing in Austin Powers the Musical," Colin stated, leading Ryan around the back and through an unguarded door.
"The real question here is why someone would commission an Austin Powers musical," Ryan quipped. "I mean who would want to put thousands of dollars into something that you know is just gonna suck."
"Actually Second City helped finance it," Colin scorned.
"Really…great investment…can't wait to see it…I'll take the wife and kids…" Ryan rambled.
Colin put his hand up to silence Ryan. "Now we just need to figure out a way to get Chip's attention."
At that moment a tall, leggy blonde in sixties garb wandered past.
"She must be Felicity Shagwell," Colin mumbled.
"Suddenly the musical seems more appealing," Ryan chuckled.
A grin spread across Colin's face and he looked up at Ryan.
"What? What have I don? Col, you're freaking me out," Ryan babbled.
Chip Esten was on stage in a figure hugging velvet suit and a bad wig. He'd gone from Buddy the Musical to playing the continually horny Austin Powers in a tacky, b-grade musical.
If it wasn't for the fact he felt he was slowly committing professional suicide he might have almost enjoyed the part. The only thing that made it worthwhile was, the girl who played Felicity Shagwell, she was a stunner.
Chip had just finished a song and was waiting for Felicity to make her entrance. He heard her trot on stage in her massive platforms and stop about a metre away from him. He looked up ready to launch into the shows "big" hit, "Are you Horny Baby" and nearly choked on his own tongue.
There in a micro mini, a sparkly shirt with flared sleeves, knee high boots and a blonde wig was Ryan Stiles. Chip's mouth opened and closed a few times and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop it. Ryan smiled and battered his (fake) eyelashes.
Eventually Chip managed to peep "ack" and dashed off stage.
He ran into the closest bathroom and stood panting for a few moments. Had he been day dreaming or had he just made a complete dick out of himself in front of a large crowd.
Chip's frantic thoughts were cut short by a hand being placed over his mouth and then dragging him into a cubicle.
"Who the hell are…COLIN," Chip squealed, turning around and coming face to face with Colin.
"Hello Chip…sorry to startle you," Colin breathed.
"Startle me? I've just seen Ryan in a micro-mini…that's not startling that's like…life long trauma," Chip gasped.
"Gee thanks" Ryan huffed, his large feet appearing at the bottom of the cubicle door and his wigged head poking over the top. "You're not exactly packing a lunchbox in those velvet pants," he added cheekily.
"Ryan, put your pants back on…for the sake of everyone present," Colin sighed.
Ryan shrugged and disappeared into another cubicle.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Chip spat.
"I'm resurrecting Whose Line…" Colin began.
"If you're resurrecting ‘Whose Line,’ how come I'm doing all the work?" Ryan piped up from a few cubicles along.
"Because I'm the mastermind behind it," Colin hissed.
"Are you saying I'm stupid," Ryan snapped.
"Hey, guys, if you're going to have a little domestic I might just…" Chip's voice trailed off as he felt Colin grip his arm. "Ok, so what would I have to do?" he added.
"Just be at Drew's tonight," Colin spat.
"Sure…I'll be there with bells on," Chip called to Colin who sauntered out of the cubicle.
Chip wiped the sweat from his brow and then followed Colin's lead and left the cubicle.
Chip wandered over to Ryan who was fixing his hair.
"Hey, since when was Colin so scary?" he asked.
"Since he found out that the biggest thing to come out of Canada is Celine Dion," Ryan mused and handed Chip the blonde wig.
Chip shuddered and left the wig in the sink.