"I don’t think this is such a good idea," Ryan hissed as he pressed the 'talk' button on the intercom that was the only way to gain access to Drew Carey's lavish house.
"We haven't had a problem with recruiting so far," Colin mused.
"That's cos you keep scaring the shit out of them," Ryan huffed and then spoke into the intercom. "Drew it’s me buddy, open up."
The intercom crackled, "Hey, I wasn't expecting you."
"Just open the gate Dilbert," Colin hissed.
"Colin…Colin's here too?" Drew replied, trying not to sound shocked.
"I'd just do what he says," Ryan stated and took his finger off the button.
The gate slowly clanked open and Drew met Colin and Ryan at the door. Drew was sporting a robe and a pair of slippers.
"Jeez guys, I'm not even dressed," he jeered.
"Hope you're wearing underwear," Ryan chided.
"We're not here on a social call Drew," Colin announced and stared unblinkingly.
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence.
"Right, well…come in and I'll get out the beer," Drew eventually piped up.
The trio sat outside at a table on the patio. Drew was feeling continuously uneasy, although he wouldn't be surprised if Ryan and Colin were playing some sort of trick on him.
"So what's this unsociable reason you're here?" Drew asked, taking a swig of his beer.
"I'm…we're resurrecting Whose Line," Colin replied seriously.
"Yeah…good one guys," Drew laughed.
"You think I'm joking?" Colin mused.
Ryan grabbed another beer and sculled it.
"Well it'd be totally impossible…there's no way you'd be able to change the minds of a bunch of television executives unless you planned to do something illegal," Drew joked.
"You don't think it can be done?" Colin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No…of course it can't…that's just crazy," Drew half laughed.
"I must be crazy then," Colin breathed.
"If I had a dime every time I heard that," Drew cackled.
Colin joined in laughing as did Ryan somewhat reluctantly and then Colin fell silent.
He jumped up and grabbed Drew by the front of his robe.
"Now listen up tubby…Whose Line is going to be resurrected…by me and…"
"The Whose Line International Liberation Army," Ryan cut in. Colin gave Ryan daggers. "I was just trying to help," he added, grabbing another beer.
"Great now I've forgotten where I was…" Colin grumbled.
"You were about to threaten Drew," Ryan sighed.
Colin looked back at Drew whose robe he was still gripping.
"I'd hate to lose my temper with you Drew…it'd be a shame…"
"What the hell do you want me to do?" Drew squealed, starting to fear for his safety.
"The show needs a host, among other things," Colin smiled.
"Oh man…what other things?" Drew asked.
"You'll find out when everyone arrives here tonight," Colin replied.
"Everyone? Who's everyone?" Drew gasped.
"Josie, Steve, Tony, Richard, Brad, Greg, Wayne and Chip," Ryan perked.
"And they're all coming here…thanks a lot guys," Drew hissed.
"You don't like the arrangements?" Colin scowled.
"Well maybe if I'd been informed I might," Drew spat and managed to get himself free of Colin's grasp.
The trio fell silent again.
"Man, Colin, when did you turn into such a bastard," Drew breathed.
"Since I got stuck looking at your ugly mush for hours on end," Colin spat.
Drew let out a mumbled obscenity and then shoved Colin backward toward the pool. Colin grabbed Drew and they both fell into the water a large wave splashed onto its tiled surroundings.
"Hey one in all in," Ryan chirped and jumped in, beer in hand.
"Drew you lost your robe," Colin gasped, pointing to Drew's robe that was now floating down the pool.
"Oh man you really aren’t wearing underwear," Ryan groaned and moved away from Drew.
Drew let out a heavy sigh and tried to wipe the water spots off his glasses.