Well...Allright
Chapter Three
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: Well...Allright
PART: three of undetermined parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 (For language, anatomical references)
PAIRING(s): L/L; S/C; S/R

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DISCLAIMER: Laverne and Shirley, of course, not my property and belongs to its creators.

CATEGORY: Epic Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Pre-Reunion Show Cannon; set five years after the series' conclusion.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Shirley tries to keep Carmine clean, which makes their marriage of convenience supremely difficult. Lenny and Laverne become enmeshed in the touring life of Leather Tuscadaro, and Rhonda's pregnancy advances.
NOTES: The first chapter in the ninth portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

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Rhonda Squiggman dusted the steps of her new home with satisfaction. Then raced to the bathroom, where she lost her breakfast. She let out a moan when she flushed the toilet; there went one of her eyelashes.

Sitting at the kitchen table, she stirred her ginger ale, removing all of the fizz. Such went the life of a pregnant woman, she thought dryly. No fizz.

The front door slammed open abruptly. "HELLO!"

That customary greeting never failed to bring a smile to her lips. "Squiggles!"

"Rhonda!" She bent to kiss him and he winced. "Phew! Yer breath stinks!"

She frowned. "Well, you don't exactly smell like a bed of roses yourself!"

"Nevermind, nevermind...I have the greatest piece of news a guy ever had for his wife!"

"What would that be?"

"That would be this!" He unveiled a poster. Two ungainly acrobats smiled toothlessly back at her.

"Who're they?"

"They, Rhonda, 're Flying Karminsky Brothers! And they're my new act!"

Rhonda smiled. "Well, the small one's cute. But what do they do?"

"Do?" The question clearly stymied her husband. "Well...they roll around. But they do it while they say poems! Dirty poems!"

"Where do you think you'll be able to book them?"

"Well, I got a bookin' on Playboy After Dark..."

"Good start."

"After that: circuses!"

Rhonda winced. "I hope they understand that's where they're going."

"As much as they can. They don't really speak English an' all..."

Rhonda's expression turned wistful. It had been a good two months since she had been offered a part; this bit in the Altman film could make or break her career.

If only she could stop puking every few hours.

"When you gotta be on the set?"

"Two for makeup. I've got an hour until then."

Squiggy nodded, satisfied. "I'm gonna go upstairs and draw out the contracts." He kissed her...which led to a bit of groping. Rhonda smiled; at least he wasn't afraid of pregnant women...

Rhonda waited downstairs for another fifteen minutes. When Squiggy didn't answer her protestations, she stopped out of the house and down to the car, determined to see Robert Altman.

But Rhonda never made her call...


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