Clive Anderson marched into Dan Petterson's office. Dan looked up and couldn't hide his shocked expression.
          "What the hell are you doing here?" he scowled.
          "I've come to tell you that we, The Originals, are suing you," Clive mused.
          "For what?" Dan said, outraged.
          "Breach of contract, loss of earnings, emotional stress, injuries caused while filming…they're mostly Ryan's…and we're also going to fight for the rights to Whose Line," Clive announced with a wry smile.
          "None of that'll stand up in court and Whose Line is MY show," Dan snapped.
          "So you don't make the show…you're not what the audience wants to see...you're just a greedy little man," Clive hissed, turned on his heel and left.
          Dan sat bewildered before reaching for his phone and calling his lawyers.

          Drew swaggered down the corridor, humming the words to a song he'd heard on the radio as he headed to makeup. He was totally oblivious to everything until a hand was placed over his mouth and he was ushered into a storeroom.
          "What the fuck is going on?" Drew gasped as the hand from across him mouth was removed.
          The light was switched on and Greg, Tony and Niall stood there, arms crossed and looking serious.
          "Jesus…what are you guys doing here?" Drew demanded.
          "Well Drew, we thought we'd pay you a visit," Greg smiled, wandered over and put a hand on Drew's arm.
          "Ah…yeah right…what's your real reason for being here?" Drew asked, slightly uneasy.
          "Dan's suing us," Niall announced.
          "He's what? Since when?" Drew gasped.
          "Oh don't act like you don't know," Tony spat, putting his hands on his hips.
          "No, really I didn't know," Drew pleaded.
          Greg, Tony and Niall looked at each other.
          "Are we still gonna do it?" Niall asked.
          "Do what?" Drew peeped.
          "We promised we would," Greg nodded.
          "Hey…guys…what are you gonna do?" Drew said, now clearly worried.
          "Oh you'll see," Tony grinned, producing a length of rope.

          Wayne had finished trying out a few practice song styles and decided to get changed for the taping. He sauntered in the dressing room and marched straight over to a waiting bottle of water, took several deep gulps, turned around and froze.
          "Hello darling," Josie smiled.
          "Yes hello," Caroline added.
          "W…what are you doing here?" Wayne gasped.
          "Well…we're not going to bother you for autographs," Joise perked.
          "Or ask for photos," Caroline added.
          "Oh, then why are you here?" Wayne asked.
          "To kidnap you and take you back to England," Josie laughed. Caroline joined in and Wayne did, although quite uneasily.
          "Man, so who put you up to this," Wayne sighed.
          "How sweet, he doesn't think we're serious," Caroline mused.
          "I know…now do you want to be tied, handcuffed or beaten unconscious?" Josie chirped.
          "Handcuffed," Wayne breathed wide-eyed.
          "Told you he would," Caroline winked at Josie as she produced a set of black handcuffs.

          "So do you think they've done it yet?" Colin asked as he placed a plate of choc-chip muffins on the coffee table.
          "Hmm, they should have," Ryan nodded, checking his watch.
          "So have you worked out what to do with Drew and Wayne once they get here?" Colin asked.
          "Not really…but I'll get there," Ryan perked, helping himself to a muffin.
          "I would love to have been a fly on the wall when Clive told Dan we were suing him," Colin chuckled.
          "Oh, that would have been so cool," Ryan sighed.
          "You really are very devious," Colin smiled.
          "I like to think so," Ryan smirked.
          "Ohhh muffins," Brad gasped and grabbed three before he plonked himself on the couch.
          "Where's Chip?" Colin asked.
          "On the phone to his wife," Brad replied through a mouthful of muffin.
          "Again…he called her like three hours ago," Colin gasped.
          "It's still the same call," Brad mused.
          "Did you rent some movies?" Ryan asked, looking over at Brad.
          "Yep," Brad perked, pointing to three videos stacked on the coffee table.
          Ryan picked them up and read the titles. "Notting Hill…man what were you thinking," he scorned and chucked the video at Brad. "Dude Where's My Car?" the video was lobbed swiftly in Brad's direction. "Oh haha," Ryan scorned as he looked at the last video.
          "What is it?" Colin asked.
          Ryan showed Colin the title; it was Hot Shots - Part Deux.
          Colin giggled. "You have a death wish don't you."
          Ryan hurled the video at Brad and it bounced off his head. "Ouch," Brad grumbled, rubbing his now dented scalp.
          "So which one are we watching?" Colin asked.
          Before anyone could reply the phone rang, Ryan answered.
          "Hello."
          "The pig is in the sty…I repeat…the pig is in the sty." It was Tony.
          "What?"
          "We've got Drew."
          "That's what I thought."
          "Oh no…he's getting restless…I'll make contact soon," Tony perked and then hung up.
          Ryan put the phone down and it rang again.
          "Hello."
          "We've got him…he's not happy about it though," Josie scorned.
          "The main thing is you got him."
          "I feel I should give him a reason though."
          "Damn your conscience."
          "Oh come on…give me something."
          "Tell him the six foot Mafia want a word."
          "Oh god…ok," Josie giggled and hung up.
          "Well?" Brad asked.
          "Notting Hill," Ryan replied.
          "Hey…oh," Brad perked.