Colin was sporting a plastic apron with painted on fake breasts as he made pancakes, while Brad hovered about asking every five seconds if they were ready. Ryan was pretending to read then paper, when really he was giggling over the comics, and Chip was doing his morning push ups. Yes, it was a fairly normal morning until the doorbell echoed around the apartment.
          "I'll get it," Chip perked, bounced to his feet, trotted over to the door and opened it.
          On the doorstep were Greg, Tony, Niall, Drew, Josie, Caroline, Wayne, Steve, Richard and Clive. Chip moved aside and let them all in.
          "Good morning," Ryan perked and he caught sight of Drew's pissed off expression.
          "How am I going to feed all of them?" Colin shrieked.
          "What the fuck are we doing here?" Drew snapped and marched over to Ryan.
          "I don't know, you got on the plane," Ryan mused. Drew grabbed the newspaper from Ryan's hands and chucked it on the floor. "Hey! There was no need for that," Ryan huffed and got to his feet.
          "Well then explain why I'm here," Drew demanded.
          "Well if you're going to be rude I'm not telling you anything," Ryan grumbled and marched off into the living room.
          "Can I have some pancakes?" Wayne asked, shrugging. "I'm starving."
          "Sure," Colin smiled.
          "Hey what about me," Brad sulked, "I'm wasting away."
          "Yeah," Colin said, looking Brad up and down.

          "Why are you being such an asshole?" Drew spat as he followed Ryan.
          "Because I can," Ryan snide.
          "Hey, I've tried to apologise…countless times…what more do I have to do man?" Drew scorned.
          Before Ryan could answer the doorbell rang again. Josie, who was closest, answered it. It was Dan as he entered silence descended upon the room.
          "What are you doing here?" Clive asked.
          "I want to discuss things," Dan replied.
          "There's nothing to discuss dude…you dissed us, we're just returning the favour," Greg scorned.
          "What I did was to purely help the show," Dan insisted.
          "It didn't help the show, the ratings plummeted through the floor," Tony scorned.
          "It takes an audience a while to grow attached to new players…I mean they hated all the Americans when they first started to dominate here," Dan continued.
          "No they didn't…what planet were you living on?" Ryan hissed.
          "Without everyone in this room, Whose Line would not be what it is. Without Tony, whom you deserted in his time of need, and Josie, the show would never have got the status it did and with Ryan, Colin and Greg that status was elevated and brought the worldwide appeal it has now," Clive announced.
          "Haven't you learned anything man?" Drew cussed, glaring at Dan. "Their TV show has blitzed Whose Line…the audience doesn't want us…it wants THEM."
          "The audience will WARM," Dan insisted.
          "The audience has gone…open your eyes," Niall grumbled.
          "This is going nowhere…can't you discuss this like adults?" Richard huffed. "We're all grown men and women here you know."
          So Dan, Drew, Ryan, Colin, Greg, Brad, Chip and Clive piled into the kitchen, shut the door, and the meeting got under way.

          For those waiting outside, there were various accusations they heard yelled, but most of the time it was quiet. Steve drove everyone nuts by pacing and Wayne couldn't stop tapping his fingers.
          About two hours later everyone emerged from the kitchen and assembled in the living room.
          "Well what happened?" Tony asked.
          Ryan stepped forward. "It has been decided that, Colin, Greg, Chip, Brad and myself will return to Whose Line."
          There was a unanimous gasp.
          "We will having a greater say in what we do and how the show is run. Dan will be relegated to an advising role…if we need him," Ryan perked.
          "What about The Originals?" Caroline asked somewhat miserably.
          "We also decided that we want to keep that up and running, and the executive producer role…well, we want Tony to have it," Ryan said seriously as he looked over at Tony. Tony's mouth fell open, he then closed it but it fell open again.
          "Will you do it?" Greg asked.
          "Yes…of course…I'm just a tad shocked," Tony gasped.
          "We though Josie might like to be a producer too," Colin smiled.
          "Bloody oath," Josie grinned.
          "But it’s your show," Tony said still shocked.
          "And we'll do a few episodes every season…it’s too much fun to give away. But Whose Line is where we all started and it'd be a shame for it to die a miserable death," Ryan enthused.
          "We'll also be inviting you guys over to appear too…mix up the teams a bit," Colin nodded.
          "And get rid of the fucking fourth seat bullshit," Ryan scorned.
          A cheer went up, there was some back slapping and congratulating and Dan was bustled out the door.
          "I say we get some booze and celebrate our now bright futures by getting wasted," Greg announced.
          "All in favour say aye," Brad perked.
          The "aye" nearly lifted the roof off.