:lol: Carly, you are so awesome.
*huggles the mustard poster*
Lora, that is quite a few chapters. :lol: I've got one up on the Bible and pocket dictionaries.
*puts on the bionic fingers*
As always, thanks for the reviews everyone! (I'm starting to sound like Horatio now...Uh oh, lol. Well, my hair IS red-ish)
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Hummerhome, 10am
Horatio: *sings* On the road again, oh we're on the road again.
Calleigh: We're actually sitting at a red light.
Horatio: ...We're still on a road.
Calleigh: Yeah but we're not technically 'on the road'.
Horatio: The wheels are touching the pavement, ergo, road. Ergo, on the road.
Calleigh: You're actually on a chair.
Horatio: A chair that's on the road.
Calleigh: Actually the chair is attached to the floor.
Horatio: A chair on the floor, on the road.
Calleigh: Actually the floor is suspended over the tires.
Horatio: Back to my original statement. On the chair, on the floor, on the tires, ON THE ROAD.
Calleigh: Not if you count the teeny rocks.
Horatio: *narrows eyes* WE'RE ON THE ROAD!
Speed: *eating chinese food* Hey I got a question for you, Calleigh. When a Hummerhome rolls down a hill, falls off a cliff, slams into the ocean, sinks to the bottom and gets crushed, does it make a sound?
Calleigh: Very funny.
Speed: Well you seemed to have all the answers today. I thought I'd ask before you ran out.
Calleigh: *grabs chinese food from Speed*
Speed: *frowns* Um, I was eating that.
Calleigh: Now you aren't. *eats*
Delko: Does this mean we're going to fall off a cliff?
Speed: *staring at Eric*
Delko: What?
Speed: Are you serious?
Delko: I'm just curious.
Speed: Do you see any cliffs?
Delko: I'm watching cliff
ord the big red dog on TV.
Speed: *grabs remote*
Delko: HEY!
Speed: *turns off TV*
Delko: I was learning.
Speed: Yeah okay fine. If I want to find out the difference between periwinkle and pink, I'll be sure to give you a call.
Delko: But I'm right here.
Speed: *shakes head*
Horatio: NO!
Everyone: *looks at Horatio*
Horatio: No bird is going to poop on my Hummerhome. *grabs giant rod*
Carly: Where did you get a giant rod from?
Horatio: *rolls up sleeves* Okay everyone, stand back.
Delko: *runs to back of Hummerhome* OKAY! I'M READY! SMASH THAT SEAGULL LIKE IT'S 1989!
Horatio: *climbs up emergency hatch*
Calleigh: Oh dear.
Horatio: *standing on hood of Hummerhome* DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!
Seagull: *waddling on hood*
Horatio: *swings rod*
Seagull: *poops*
Horatio: MY HUMMERHOME! *swinging rod*
Seagull: *jumping*
Horatio: *smashing Hummerhome hood*
Seagull: *jumps*
Horatio: I'LL TEACH YOU TO DEFLATE YOUR BOWELS ON MY HOOD!
Inside Hummerhome
Speed: ...Did I hear that right?
Calleigh: *sympathetic smile*
Outside on hood of Hummerhome
Horatio: DAMN 20-17 VISION! *throws rod at seagull*
Seagull: *jumps up, bites Horatio*
Horatio: OW! *slips off hood* OW!
Seagull: *pecking at Horatio*
Horatio: NOT THE FACE! AHH! NOT THE HAIR!!! *screams* NOT THE SHADES! *flailing*
Inside Hummerhome
Delko: Should we...Help him?
Speed: The guy can bring down drug lords and defuse bombs but he can't whack a bird with a stick.
Delko: Can you?
Speed: I'd shoot the damn thing.
Jess: *rubs chin* He's definitely losing his edge.
Delko: How can we help him get it back?
Katie: I GOT IT! *snaps* Okay, crowd around I have the perfect idea.
Delko: *rubs hands together* Ooh what's going on in that Katie mind of yours.
Katie: Oh you don't even want to begin to imagine. All right, what we do is...*whispers*
Speed: Why are you whispering?
Katie: Suspending suspense.
Speed: For what?
Katie: My fans.
Speed: What fans?
Katie: ...Okay maybe I'm a littler crazier than I let on.
Twenty minutes later
Horatio: *sitting at cardboard table* What is this about?
Calleigh: *places papers on the table*
Horatio: Hey they're color coordinated.
Katie: *reading papers* The Guide to Becoming Horatio Caine. By Katie.
Horatio: Sounds complicated.
Katie: Oh it is. Rest assured, Horatio Caine and Horatio Caine will meet and there will be a wedding.
Horatio: I don't get it.
Katie: You don't have to. *turns page* Page one. Learning the One-Liners. Repeat after me. *clears throat* We. Never. Close.
Horatio: I KNOW THIS ONE! I KNOW THIS ONE! The Holiday Inn.
Katie: *blinks* ....Okay repeat after me. *clears throat* They never listen.
Horatio: Your in-laws. *laughs* I love this game.
Katie: *rubs forehead* Okay let's try something else. *flips page* Okay, lesson two. Interrogating suspects. Calleigh, sit down across from Horatio.
Calleigh: *sits*
Katie: *hands over script*
Calleigh: *reading script* Wacha gonna do, copper?
Horatio: ...I don't understand.
Calleigh: *reading* I'm a gonna bust a cap in da hood.
Horatio: *squints* Is this that...Netspeak thing youngsters are always jabbering about these days?
Katie: *tilts head* Close.
Calleigh: *reads* Watch out, red. I'm a comin' for your family. I will take everyshing you lurve.
Horatio: DIE! *pulls out gun*
Katie: *grabs gun* WHOA, WHOA. No, we do not threaten the actors with weapons.
Horatio: Sorry.
Katie: Calm down.
Horatio: *nods*
Delko: Can I try? Can I try?
Katie: Sure.
Delko: *rips paper from Calleigh*
Calleigh: HEY.
Delko: *reads* You and my sister are getting ma...*frowns* Katie...
Katie: Mhm?
Delko: How is this supposed to fix him?
Katie: OH! Whoops, that was the 'Ruin Horatio Caine' page. *crumples paper* Haha, my bad.
Delko: *places hands on hips*
Katie: OH OH! THAT'S IT! Horatio, stand and place your hands on your hips.
Horatio: *stands, places hands on hips*
Katie: Okay now in the coolest, most sultry and sexy voice, put on your shades and say -
Horatio: When worlds collide?
Katie: *laughs* Um yeah not in this lifetime. Say something natural.
Horatio: Something...*puts on shades* Natural.
Katie: ...I'm in the wrong business. *shakes head* Forget it. He's ruined.
One hour later
Delko: ...Are we there yet?
Horatio: I'm not exactly sure where 'there' is.
Delko: Oh...When will we know when we're there?
Horatio: When I say so.
Delko: ...When will that be?
Horatio: When we get there.
Delko: Can we cook tacos?
Horatio: No one's using my stove.
Delko: Pfft. Your stove.
Horatio: Who paid for it?
Delko: ...You did.
Horatio: And who's driving this thing?
Delko: *twiddles thumbs* You are.
Horatio: Very good. That means I'm the boss.
Delko: ...So what does that make me?
Speed: An idiot.
Delko: *scratches head*
Jess: Hun, don't worry about it.
Delko: Okay.
Katie: I just had the strangest image of Eric running around in a diaper.
Everyone: *looks at Katie*
Katie: ...I said that outloud, didn't I?
Anni: Yeah.
Katie: I knew it. I was saying it, but I didn't stop.
Speed: That shouldn't be a surprise.
Katie: And what is that supposed to mean?
Speed: Nothing.
Katie: Tell me.
Speed: It was nothing.
Katie: Are you saying I never stop talking?
Speed: Have you paid attention to yourself lately?
Katie: Way to be supportive.
Speed: It's okay. We'll get you a muzzle.
Katie: HEY! *slaps Speed*
Horatio: Guys, please.
Katie: SUCCESS! HORATIO SAID SOMETHING HORATIO-LIKE!
TBC.................