"Do you think security will get suspicious?" Ryan asked as he and Colin sauntered into the lobby of the abc building.
          "Why would anyone be suspicious of us?" Colin mused. "We're two stable married guys."
          "Hey, so was Hitler and he started a world war," Ryan sarced.
          "You always have to be so negative," Colin hissed as he approached the security guard.
          Ryan made a snarling facial gesture behind Colin.
          "Hey Col, hey Ry…I didn't realise you guys were coming in?" the security guard perked.
          "Well it’s not our fault you're misinformed," Colin spat.
          The security guard looked shocked. "What's up your butt?" he remarked.
          "If you make me stand here any longer you won't have to wait to find out," Colin grumbled.
          "Ew," Ryan cringed and reluctantly followed Colin down the corridor.

          Wayne Brady checked himself in the mirror as he wandered back into his dressing room and gave his reflection a toothy grin.
          "Oh you are such a hottie," he chirped in a Jerry Springer "hoochie mama" voice.
          Wayne wandered over to where his clothes for the next skit he was about to perform were laid out. He did a double take, it couldn't be right. Black flared pants and a horrendous lime green shirt. He only wore that stuff on Whose Line and that was non-existent now. There must have been a mistake.
          Wayne wandered over to the door and twisted the handle. It was locked.
          "Ok…there's a perfect explanation for that…" he breathed and backed away.
          He decided he might as well put the clothes on and began to strip, pulling off the frock and wig he was sporting. Wayne was down to only his underwear when from behind a rack of clothes he heard.
          "Did you let fluffy off the chain?"
          Wayne recognised the voice instantly. "RYAN," he squealed and tried to cover himself with the thing closest to him, a small pink towel.
          "Ten points for observation," Ryan grumbled, stepping out from the array of costumes and stretching his back.
          "Oh that's just great…just give the game away early," Colin huffed, stepping out from the rack of clothes a polka-dot scarf hanging over his head.
          "COLIN," Wayne yelped and tried to cover himself more. "I hate to be rude but…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he added.
          Colin and Ryan looked at each other and then back at Wayne.
          "I'm going to resurrect Whose Line," Colin said in a soft controlled voice.
          "Ah excuse me…isn't that just a little bit illegal?" Wayne gasped, reaching for his pants.
          "Only if we get caught," Colin smiled.
          "Caught? We'll get crucified," Wayne spat.
          "So you don't want Whose Line back?" Colin asked.
          "Of course I do…I miss it as much as the next person…but we can't just resurrect it," Wayne replied.
          "You would say that wouldn't you," Colin breathed as he began circling Wayne. "I mean, you've got your own crappy little Whose Line rip off to keep you happy. Look at me, I'm Wayne Brady and I can sing…well who gives a shit…you'd be nothing without us…You owe it to us…"
          "Hey keep me out of it," Ryan piped up as he wrote his name in lipstick on the mirror as he tried to keep himself out of Colin's little tirade.
          "Dude, when did you turn into such a bitch?" Wayne gasped.
          "Oh since being the funniest person on Whose Line didn't entitle me to my own show," Colin spat.
          "I'd debate that," Ryan mused, caught sight of the look on Colin's face and went pack to his lipstick graffiti.
          "So are you in?" Colin asked after a few minutes of silence.
          "No way…I am not risking my career for a stupid stunt," Wayne huffed.
          Colin grabbed a tub of gel from the table closest to him and hurled it at the mirror Ryan was defacing.
          The mirror smashed and Ryan stood gobsmacked, while Wayne looked like a started bunny.
          "Is that still a no?" Colin asked.
          "Y…Y…yes," Wayne stuttered, trying his best to look like he wasn't phased.
          Colin shook his head, lunged forward and pinned Wayne down the table, scattering various hair products and accessories everywhere.
          "I don't want to have to get violent…all you have to do is sing a couple of songs and look pretty…I'm a Canuck on the edge," Colin breathed.
          "Ok dude…calm down…I'll do it," Wayne peeped.
          Colin stood back and let Wayne get to his feet. "I knew you wouldn't let me down," he smiled and dusted Wayne off.
          Colin turned and unlocked the door and then turned back. "Be at Drew's tomorrow night," he chirped and left.
          Wayne looked at Ryan. "Gee thanks for helping me."
          "Sorry," Ryan mumbled.
          "Where's all that bravado of yours?" Wayne huffed.
          "It’s running down my leg," Ryan replied sheepishly.
          Wayne looked at Ryan and screwed his face up in disgust.