Scene 1:
"This is so beautiful!" Shannon gasped as she looked over the moonlit water from the dock on which she and Dean stood.
"This is one of my favorite places." Dean responded. "It's a great place to come to sit and think or when you just need to get away from everyone."
"I can see why you enjoy it so much." Shannon smiled.
"My father used to take me fishing here when I was a boy." Dean walked over to the edge of the dock and sat down with his feet dangling over the edge. "We would sit right here with our poles in the water for hours. We never caught anything," he laughed, "but that never mattered It gave us a chance to be together, to do father and son things."
Shannon walked over and sat down next to Dean. "Do you ever get the chance to go fishing with your father now that you have gotten older?"
"No." Dean's face suddenly went pale as he looked as if he were fighting back a tear. "When I was 12 my father got really sick. The doctors weren't sure what was wrong with him, and my mom and I watched him waste away for months before he finally died."
"I'm so sorry." Shannon replied.
"It's all right." Dean forced a smile on his face. "I didn't take the news well at the time and I got myself caught up in all sorts of trouble. It took a long time before I was able to come back down here, but I didn't start to heal until I did. And now I comfort myself with all the memories I made with him."
"I feel the same way about my Uncle Sal. We were so close when I was a kid, and his death hit me hard. I didn't start to deal with it until Nicole and I moved out here. Now it seems that I don't have a choice. I just can't believe that he is gone."
A tear began to fall down Shannon's cheek. "Look at us, we're just a couple of sissies, aren't we?" Dean smiled as he wiped the tear away from her cheek.
"Yeah, I guess we are." Shannon started to smile back.
They stared at each other for a moment as their faces started to draw closer. Just as their lips were about to touch, they were suddenly interrupted by a voice behind them.
"Hey guys! What's going on?"
Scene 2:
Lilith walked into Sorbo's at 7:15p.m. She wore an classy blue outfit that fit her slim figure to a tee. Her blond locks fell perfectly into place on her head and her makeup was flawlessly executed. It was obvious that she took great pains with her appearance. Tonight, however, her elegant look was masked by the scowl on her face and the mean look in her eyes. She was unhappy to be here and it was obvious. She spotted Bruce in a small corner booth in the back of the caf?and made her way towards him.
"Never could bring yourself to make it on time, could you Lilith?" Bruce acknowledged without looking up from the menu he was reading.
"And you were never the one for small talk Bruce, so cut to the chase." She snapped back. "What is it that you want from me?"
"Have patience, dear Lilith. Please, have a seat." Bruce smiled as he indicated the empty seat across from his. "There is no need to rush things. I have such a lovely evening planned for us."
"You may have this evening planned, but it will certainly not be lovely."
"You're always trying to cut me down, aren't you? And you know how sensitive I am." Bruce got a hurt look in his eyes and then his voice changed to a stern whisper, "Now sit down!"
Lilith reluctantly took the seat across from Bruce. She carefully scrutinized the man from her past. He hadn't changed much in the five years since she had seen him last, but she did notice that he had grown a moustache and a little tuft of hair on his chin. His eyes still carried that same cold-hearted look and his smile had an edge to it that could send shivers up a person's spine. Overall he had an air of confidence, but Lilith knew better. Something had scared him, and scared him badly, otherwise he never would have risked coming back to see her. Even though he may possess enough evidence to ruin her, he also knew that she certainly had equally damaging information about him. They were about to start a battle of wills that Lilith fully intended on winning.
"I hope you don't mind," Bruce started once she had taken a seat, "but I took the liberty of ordering you your favorite drink. At least I hope it's still your favorite. Iced tea with a twist of lemon."
"I have a feeling I am going to need something a bit stronger tonight." Lilith glared back at him.
"Yes," Bruce started to laugh, "you just might. Let's order our food first, and then we can get down to business."
"Fine, but this better be good." Lilith responded, "Because I'm tired of playing games with you Bruce."
"Oh, it will be, my darling Lilith," a devilish smile appeared on his face, "it will be."
Scene 3:
"Willard!" Wally banged on the bathroom door, "You've been in there for hours. Are you feeling okay?"
"Stop bothering me Wally! Can't you see that I'm busy?" Willard yelled back through the door.
"But you haven't spent this much time in the bathroom since Brutus bet you $20 that the 2000 Flushes stuff that turns the toilet water blue wouldn't last more than 500 flushes. Besides, I know for a fact it's not time for your weekly bath."
Suddenly the door to the bathroom swung open. The mirror was blanketed by a layer of condensation caused by the steam of a hot shower. The counter was covered with an assortment of half used beauty products and something didn't smell right to Wally's finely tuned nose.
"What is that smell?" Wally's nose scrunched up as he took another sniff of the air. "Did you 'liberate' another camel from the zoo and try to hide him in here?"
"No. They won't let me in the zoo anymore, remember? It's my new cologne." Willard stated proudly, "Passion Pheromones. Do ya like it? The saleslady said that no woman would be able to resist it."
"Passion what?" Wally wasn't sure what was going on with Willard, but he knew he didn't like it. "That stuff stinks. Perhaps if you want to impress a lady gorilla or maybe a?quot;
"Oh, be quiet. You're just jealous."
Then Wally saw something that almost made his eyes pop out of their sockets. "Toothpaste?! Now I know you really have gone crazy, Willard. Stay right here, I'm calling mom."
"What's so crazy about using toothpaste?"
"For one thing, you don't have any teeth!" Wally cried out in desperation.
"I do now." Willard smiled big and displayed a full set of teeth.
"Where did? I mean how?" Wally's sensitive nature couldn't handle the situation and he simply fainted.
"And he thinks I'm the one with the problem." Willard shook his head and then dragged Wally to the couch.
Scene 4:
Kevin Dimira was sitting in his black armed chair, playing chess. The usual opera music was playing in the background.
"Uh, Mr. Dimira?" A man entered the room.
"What is it NOW?" Kevin asked annoyed.
"There's something you should know sir. The Widow Twanky is going to hold a seance at Nicole & Shannon Conrad's tonight."
"A seance!?" Kevin threw his head back and began to laugh. "They actually think they can conjure up that old man?" Kevin continued to laugh.
"Um, excuse me sir, but um, I've heard that seances can actually work. Especially if the spirit they are trying to contact is at unrest."
Kevin stopped laughing and his face got serious. "Nonsense! That old man cannot disturb my plans here."
"Whatever you say sir, but should I look into it?"
Kevin threw the man an annoyed glance.
"I mean...uh, because I know how important your plans are to you sir, and um, we wouldn't want to anything to ruin them." The man answered, very frightened of getting Kevin upset.
"Very well." Kevin replied, and went back to his game of chess.
"As you wish sir." The man turned and left.
Kevin started to move one of the pieces, but then pounded his first on the table, scattering them. "Nothing can ruin the plans I have in store for the people of Corinth, NOTHING!
Scene 5:
"Uh, Ryan. What are you doing here?" Dean stammered as he turned and realized that the voice behind him belonged to his roommate.
"Not as much as you are, apparently." Ryan got a cold look in his eyes as he stared at Dean and Shannon. "I knew that Nicole and Chris went out tonight, so I dropped by to see if you wanted to do anything, Shannon. Obviously Mr. Smooth Talker here beat me to it."
"Ryan, I don't understand. What's wrong with you?" Shannon responded, trying to take in the whole situation.
"Nothing, he's just jealous that I'm here with a beautiful woman and he's stuck at home sitting on his butt and squeezing his blackheads." Dean retorted.
"You're the one who has more women than a leopard has spots." Ryan's face was starting to turn red.
"Oh, excuse me. I didn't see you're name carved on her forehead."
"Guys! Please." Shannon was finding the whole situation somewhat amusing, but thought it best not to show it. "Now Ryan, I was home earlier tonight and Dean dropped by. He was nice enough to offer to show me around town."
"He was willing to show you a bit more than that, I bet." Ryan muttered.
"What is your problem?" Dean asked bluntly.
"My problem is you." Ryan retorted.
"Me? What did I do?" Dean responded.
"Uh, Dean, it's getting late. Perhaps you should walk me home now." Shannon interrupted before things got any worse."
"That sounds like a good idea." Dean agreed. "We should let Ryan cool off a bit."
"I'm not finished with you yet Dean." Ryan seethed.
"You are for now." Dean took Shannon's hand in his and lead her in the direction of her house. "Come on, let's get you home."
Scene 6:
It was bright and early the next morning at the Widow Twanky's dance studio. She was teaching some of her female students, when all of a sudden she began to smell something unpleasant.
"What is that awful smell?" Twanky said in disgust, as she put her hand over her nose.
"I, uh...I think it's *him*." One of her students said, pointing at Willard. Twanky turned and saw him standing there smiling. "Oh my, yes today is his first dance lesson isn't it?" Twanky thought aloud. Her students began to giggle.
"Well girls, we shall have to pick this up another time. As you can see, this man needs much work in our field of dance!" Twanky exclaimed loudly. The girls began to gather their things, and left.
"I've been looking forward to this Twanky." Willard smiled and showed off his new set of teeth.
"Yes, yes." Twanky replied, uninterested. "But please make sure to bathe next time! We dancers know of a concept called hygiene! If you are unsure about what this entails, I'm sure I could find you some informational pamphlets."
"I...I did bathe." Willard answered in defense. "It's cologne you smell!"
"Oh my! You should definitely take it back and ask for a complete refund! It smells as if it were from a sewer!"
Willard frowned. Just then, a guy and girl walked into the studio.
"OOOOOOOH HELLO!" Twanky said in excitement. "Two of my finest students! What may Twanky do for you today?"
"We were wondering if we could practice for the upcoming recital." The girl asked.
"Oh yes, yes! As I always say, practice makes perfect!" She said to them then turned to Willard. "Pay no mind to them, they are advanced students. You are by no means ready to learn anything which requires so much skill. With you we'll try the simplest things first. Although those will probably prove too difficult for you!"
Twanky looked at Willard, and struggled with where to start!
"Well, let's put one foot in front of the other, shall we?" It was all she could think of!
But Willard wanted to impress his beloved Twanky, and not bother with all this simple stuff. He looked at the guy and girl practicing, and he saw the guy dip her. A light bulb went on inside Willard's head. This would impress his Twanky! He took Twanky into his arms and dipped her!
Twanky let out a scream. Willard was bent over Twanky and flashed a big smile. However when he smiled at her, his new set of teeth fell out - right onto Twanky's chest! Twanky cried out in horror, and Willard reached for his teeth. Seeing his hands coming towards her chest, she screamed again.
"Don't touch me you hooligan!"
"Oh Twanky...I'm...I'm..." Willard struggled to apologize in utter embarrassment.
"You can show yourself out!" Twanky said in complete disgust. The dancing couple attempted to cover their laughter as Willard grabbed his teeth.
"Well I should hope you're not going to put those back in your mouth after they have been on the floor with the dirt and grime! Have you no concept of germs?" Twanky proclaimed.
Willard gave Twanky one last look, and ran out clutching his teeth.
"Oh dear me, what a day! I can only hope that tonight goes better." Twanky went into the back to change.
Scene 7:
Nicole and Shannon sat around in the living room watching in amazement at the flurry of activity in front of them, otherwise known as the Widow Twanky. She was rushing around the room trying to make sure everything was perfect. The actual s?nce was going to occur around the table in the dining room, but Twanky said that Sal might be upset to see what a mess the girls had let the rest of the house get.
"Soooooooo, is Chris coming?" Shannon asked Nicole as Twanky went whizzing past and into the dining room. "You never told me how your date went."
"I don't want to talk about it." Nicole scowled. "I called and asked Ryan to come, and I assume he asked Dean and Chris as well."
"Uh oh, Ryan and Dean." Shannon muttered. Just then they heard yelling coming from the other room.
"3 feet of personal space, can you at least give me that?"
"I was only trying to help." Twanky said indignantly, "You don't have to be so snooty you know. I happen to know a thing or two about seances. I am a professional!"
"Then how come you begged me to come?" A male voice sounded back, "Now stand back! I have much work to do."
"I don't know about you, but I am not going in there." Shannon expressed her feelings to her sister. "Tell me again why we agreed to let those loonies into our house?"
"Come on Shannon. It's only for a few hours. You know as well as I do that Twanky wouldn't give us a moments peace until we agreed to do it. Let's just humor her, okay?"
"Ah ha!" the male voice sounded once more, "Now I've got you. You thought you were such a slippery spirit didn't' you?"
"Okay, I'll humor her, but you owe me big time." Shannon rolled her eyes as the doorbell rang.
"Can you get that? I'm going to go into the other room and make sure they aren't ruining anything." Nicole walked into the dining room.
"Good idea." Shannon replied as she opened the door and found Chris standing there. "Hi Chris." She smiled flirtatiously. "I'm glad you could come, I may need to you to hold my hand--"
"Is Nicole here?" Chris interrupted as he stepped inside and scanned the room.
"Uh, yeah. She's in the other room." Shannon replied discouraged.
"I think I should go talk to her." Chris seemed to be agitated as he walked towards the door to the dining room.
"Chris wait. What happened between you two last night?" Shannon asked, "Nicole didn't want to talk about it."
"Uh, well...to tell you the truth I'm not sure yet." He turned around to look at Shannon and his voice sounded desperate. "That's why I need to talk to her."
Suddenly the doorbell rang again. "Hang on a second. I think I may have the answer to that one." Shannon replied sympathetically.
This time when she opened the door she saw Ryan and Dean in a heated argument. When they saw that she had opened the door, both of them turned to her and smiled. "Hi Shannon!"
"Hi Dean. Hi Ryan" Shannon smiled back at them. "Are you guys okay?"
"Yeah sure, no problem. We were just arguing over who has to clean out the goldfish bowl tonight, weren't we Ryan?" Dean poked Ryan in the side with his elbow. "Uh, yeah. Dean just loves to clean out that goldfish bowl. He's always hogging the fun from the rest of us." Ryan replied.
"Um…okay." Shannon said giving them a confused look. "Why don't you guys come on in.? We're just getting things set up."
"She said my name first." Dean bragged to Ryan as they walked inside.
"Well, everything seems to be in one piece." Nicole announced as she walked in from the dining room.
Chris' eyes lit up when he saw Nicole enter the room. "Hi Nicole."
Nicole's face went ashen and she fixed her eyes on the floor. She started to open her mouth as if she was going to say something to Chris when the doorbell rung a third time. "I'll get that. Shannon, why don't you take the guys into the other room and introduce them to Twanky's friend Joel."
"Sure thing." Shannon replied sensing that Nicole wasn't in the mood to argue with her. "Wait till you get a load of this guy. He's weirder than Twanky, if you can believe that."
Ryan and Dean stayed close at Shannon's heels as she walked into the dining room. Chris looked over his shoulder at Nicole. Finally he turned and followed them into the other room.
As Nicole opened the door, she saw Ted and Renee. "Hey. Thanks for coming."
"It sounded like so much fun, how could we refuse? Right, Ted?" Renee gushed.
"Uh, yeah." Ted said sarcastically, "It sounded so much more fun than watching a stupid old ballgame."
"Ted," Renee had a stern sound to her voice that Ted understood perfectly, "be nice."
"Don't worry about it Ted. Hopefully this won't take too long. Everyone else is here. Follow me to the dining room and we'll get started."