Displaced
Part 2
By Lauren The Lone Wolfette
(L&S/PS/HD)
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At the hotel...
The door of the girls' room opened. "Hello!" Squiggy called out, coming
into the room, Lenny behind him.
"Squig, the girls ain't here," Lenny said, double checking behind the
door.
"Lenny, they gotta be here. If they ain't, it's gonna be a real pain
gettin' back ta 30 years ago wit'out 'em," Squiggy said.
"How'd we do that, anyway?" Lenny asked.
"I was talkin' ta the conductor," Squiggy began, then paused. "How the
hell should I know?" He paused again. "They ain't here, let's go to a
movie."
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"I should've gone right over to those two jerks in the theater," Larry
said.
"Cousin, now what would you have done? Ask them to please stop throwing
JuJuBees at you?" Balki said.
"Ya know, I coulda sworn that was Ebb Tide one of 'em was playin' on
their candy box," Laverne commented.
"I still think all we had to do was ask politely for them to lower their
voices," Shirley said.
Laverne stopped walking, which made the others stop. "Shirl, I really
couldn't see 'em too well, but I know they looked pretty scuzzy. I
kinda doubt they'd listen to you."
Shirley folded her arms defiantly over her chest. "Oh, really, Laverne?
And why is that?"
"Ladies--" Larry began, trying to get in between them.
Laverne took a step closer to Shirley. "They were scuzzy. Ya need more
than one reason, Shirl?"
"No, I need a better reason, Vernie," Shirley said, also taking a
step closer.
"Now, ladies, really--" Larry said, now right between them.
"I do'n think that's such a good idea, Cousin," Balki said, watching now
from a safe distance.
"All right, Shirl. No one listen to a goodie-goodie. Besides, you've
been down on this whole vacation!" Laverne said, now close enough to
Shirley that Larry became stuck between them.
"Balki? Little problem," Larry said, his voice raising an octave.
"Hey, Squig, look."
Laverne groaned. "No, tell me it wasn't them all along."
"It wasn't them," Shirley said.
Laverne sighed. "Thanks."
Lenny and Squiggy walked over to the group. "Well, we found 'em," Lenny
said.
"An' my target," Squiggy said, pointing at Larry.
"You? You...? You girls know these jerks?" Larry asked.
"Unfortunately," Shirley said.
Squiggy went over and wrapped an arm around Shirley's shoulders.
"C'mon, Shirl, ya don't gotta sound so disgusted when ya say that."
Shirley turned a glare at him and removed his arm.
"Hey, Squig, I think we been replaced," Lenny said, walking over next to
Balki.
Squiggy looked at them. "Well, Len, he does have better hair than you."
Lenny made a face. "Yeah, well..." He stopped, a blank look on his
face. He snapped his fingers and pointed at Larry. "Squig, ya may be
short, but Shirl'd only go out wit' you if ya had curly hair."
"Yeah--?" Squiggy began a retort, but paused, moved Shirley aside, and
tapped Larry on the shoulder. "You related ta Carmine?"
"Wait just a minute, here," Larry began, then paused. "Who's Carmine?"
"That hy you were flingin' JuJuBees at 'im, Squig?" Lenny asked.
"A'right, so I thought he was Carmine! It was dark in 'ere,"
Squiggy admitted.
Laverne whistled, causing everyone to cover their ears. She looked at
Lenny and Squiggy. "Boys, shut up a minute, will ya? Least ya could do
for followin' us."
"Followin' ya? If it wasn't fer us, ya wouldn't see 1957 again,"
Squiggy said.
Laverne grabbed hold of Squiggy's hair worm. "What're ya talkin'
about?"
"We ain't in 1957 no more," Lenny said, then turned to Balki. "Tell 'em
what year it is."
"Is that a trick question?" Balki asked.
"1957? What are you talking about? It's 1987," Larry interjected.
"For once, I wish we brought Carmine with us," Laverne commented. "He
could've beat you two up and we'd still be in the right decade."
"How could this happen?" Shirley asked, then grabbed a handful of
Squiggy's jacket. "What did you do?!"
"Women, get aholda yourself! I dunno! I was talkin' ta the
conductor--" Squiggy said.
"An' that's all he knows," Lenny finished.
Laverne groaned. "Ya got that right, Len."
"Excuse me," Larry said. "Do you mean that the four of you did some
'time traveling' and somehow ended up here? I find that incredibly
unlikely." He crossed his arms over his chest, as a look of pure
disbelief crossed his face.
"Cousin, it happens," Balki corrected. Larry turned a look at him.
"Really. Back on Mypos, I have an uncle who visited the year 2525--"
"Balki," Larry interrupted, "please don't continue."
Squiggy broke free from Shirley's grip. "Ya know, I'm really startin'
ta not like you. I wanna hear about his uncle!"
"But..." Larry began.
Laverne moved next to him. "Don't bother. He don't like anybody."
"That ain't true," Squiggy said, then paused. "Well, yeah, that is
true."
"But since we're here..." Laverne said, attempting to change the
subject, "why don't we try an' enjoy ourselves."
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