Title:  Taking Cheboygan (1/1)

Fandom: LAS

Pairing: None

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Doesn’t belong to me, belongs to Gary Marshall

Notes: Written for Chesh’s birthday in 09.  We’re old now, BB.

Summary: Squiggy’s got a lot of ideas!  Great Ideas! 

 

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“…And then we take Cheboygan!  With a dancing chicken act that’s gonna make us millions!”  Andrew Squiggman waves about the business end of his cell phone,

 

Lenny doesn’t even blink at that notion.  “Maybe we can find one that’ll sing opera!  It’ll save us some money!”

 

Squiggy stares at his best friend.  “Len, that’s why you’re the pretty face of this outfit and I’m the brains.  There ain’t no such thing as a chicken that sings opera!”

 

“Bet we could find one if we looked,” Lenny pouts.

 

“Forget about it!  We’re gonna book plate spinners!  Acrobats!  Chicks with big headlights who can sing the Lemon Pledge of Allegiance while balancin’ a dictionary on their heads!”  He grabbed Lenny.    “You listen to me, and listen to me good Kosnowski!” Squiggy’s hand clamps down on Lenny’s shoulder, nearly dragging him to the floor.  “We’re gonna make it, you and me – mostly me!  We’re gonna have a mansion with a swimming pool full of Bosco and twelve babes for every day of the week – two extra on Sunday!  We’ll wear real long fur coats and have a diamond ring for every little finger on our hands.”

 

“We’re gonna be Liberace?!”

 

“MACHO Liberaces!  The most Machoest Liberace’s in the history of the green world!”

 

Lenny grins at his best friend.  “Long as I don’t have to learn to play the piano…”

 

 

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That night, after they’re covered in eggs from a rebellious audience, Squiggy will tell Lenny they’e one step closer to the big leagues.  And he’ll believe him without question.  Len’s got dreams too, yanno.

 

THE END.