Displaced
Part 6
By Lauren The Lone Wolfette

(L&S/PS/HD)

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The door to Laverne and Shirley's apartment opened and the girls came in, closely followed by Balki.

Larry stopped in the doorway, a slightly pained expression crossing his face. "You live in a basement," he stated.

"And a nice basement it is," Balki said.

Laverne walked back over to the landing. "Ya comin' in or what?" She grabbed Larry's arm and yanked him inside, closing the door after.

Larry straightened himself out after nearly ramming into the couch. "Thank you." He glanced around the apartment, his eyes widening. "You know, it is amazing how much the layout of your apartment resembles ours."

"You guys make yourselves at home. Me an' Shirl will getcha some blankets," Laverne said, then she and Shirley went into the bedroom.

"This is weird," Larry commented, sitting on the couch.

Balki sat on an arm of the couch. "So it kind of looks like our apartment." He paused. "Come on, Cousin, it's like a vacation except this time you didn't make a plan."

"I think that's what's bothering me," Larry said, as a knock sounded to the tune of 'shave and a haircut.'

"You guys mind answerin' that?" Laverne called out.

"Laverne, what if--" Shirley began.

The door opened without an answer, and Carmine came in. "Hey, girls--" He stopped when he saw Larry and Balki, looked like he was going to say something, stopped, and went towards the girls' bedroom, where he stopped in the doorway. "Angelface?"

Shirley came out, blanket in hand. She and Carmine came back into the living room. "I can explain, Carmine."

Laverne came out. "Don't bother, Shirl, I kinda doubt he'd believe it." She paused. "Carmine, we gotta let these guys stay. It's kinda our fault they're here."

"Unless you wouldn't mind..." Shirley said.

"Waitaminute!" Carmine interrupted. "I don't even know them. No introductions, nothin'!"

"So introduce yerself," Laverne suggested.

Carmine glanced at the girls, then looked at the guys. "Carmine Ragusa, Golden Gloves Champ of Milwaukee."

Balki got up and hugged Carmine. "Balki Bartokomous, Mypiot and sheepherder." He paused. "You have golden gloves?"

Larry stood up and moved Balki away from Carmine. "That's boxing, Balki. Golden Gloves is boxing." He paused, turning to Carmine. "Larry Appleton, no idea why I'm here." He smiled warily.

"Well," Carmine began, "my apartment ain't too big, but one of ya can stay with me. The other, I hate to suggest it, will probably have to stay with Lenny and Squiggy." He turned to Laverne. "Mr. DeFazio's in a really bad mood."

"When ain't he?" Laverne said, folding her arms over her chest.

"Balki will stay with Lenny and Squiggy," Larry offered.

"Alright, then. Come on, I'll show ya the rest of the building," Carmine said, moving to the door, with Balki following.

Larry stopped next to the girls for a moment. "He's really the Golden Gloves Champ." The girls nodded. His brow arched. "Oh, my Lord." He shook his head and left the apartment.

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