MST3K is owned by Best Brains Inc. All hail! Where The Daisies Grow >>Rebecca:(sings) I'll give you a daisy a day dear I'll give you a daisy a day I'll love you until the rivers run still And the four winds we know blow away DISCLAIMER: Blah blah blah yakity smakity don't own TaleSpin, Disney guys do. Don't sue me I have all of nothing to give you. >>Kit: Well what lawyer could get past that great knowledge of the law SPECIAL THANKS: Alyson for helping me get over my writer's block, Dan for telling me to write this. But the most thanks goes to the occupants of the SOL who will probably get stuck with this. ***** I'll remember when we met And all that we went through It pains me that I never spoke Of all I wanted to >>Baloo:Becky I think you're a stuck up nag >>Rebecca:Well I think you're a lazy slob >>Baloo:We really should have these talks more often The days and nights that passed us by Did fade like a distant star And all the words that could be said Have been driven much too far Though our time was cut so short My heart will always know That love will guide us back one day To where the daisies grow ****** Rebecca Cunningham sat at her desk and stared at a corner of her office. >>Baloo:(Rebecca) Derr...pretty corner It was a particular corner that she often stared at, as if her intense gaze could change it into something more pleasent to look at. The building was rickety, the paint job was horrendous, and the decor was pretty much like the rest of it. Rebecca sighed. It wasn't like she didn't love the old run down building. >>Kit:The insurance from the fire would make her a rich woman. It was her business, her first attempt at making it in the world. Higher for Hire, the name of said business, did okay. It wasn't anywhere near the mega-monopoly >>Baloo:Parker Brothers trademark that was Khan Industries but then again what was? >>Kit:Microsoft? >>Baloo:The electric company? >>Rebecca:Disney? Rebecca traced lines through the dust that had accumulated on her desk. >>Rebecca:Lookee! It's a pretty birdy! When had she last dusted? She rubbed her eyes tiredly as she heard the familiar sound of the Seaduck hitting the water. >>Baloo:(Kit):Oh my God Papa Bear we're gonna crash! >>All:(make explosion noises) "Shoes!", Baloo, her pilot and one of three employees, yelled as he burst into the room. Kit Cloudkicker, the navigator walked right behind him and blinked at the large bears statement. >>Kit:But we don't wear shoes. "Shoes? You are four hours late and the only excuse you have is shoes??? What about pirates? Rogue pilots? Mutant beansprouts from the fifth dismention?? >>Rebecca:OK, I vote we never let Ricia watch the Sci-Fi Channel before writing. Surely you can do better then shoes!", Rebecca shot back. >>Baloo: And the shot goes wide and the pilot will live another day "It's not an excuse. It happened! Right Li'l Britches?", Baloo looked down at Kit who squirmed for a few seconds. >>Rebecca: (Kit):God, this underwear chafes. "Um...yeah Papa Bear. It was horrible! I almost got hit by a pair of clogs!", the small cub finally said. >>Kit:Skip the Dutch joke >>Baloo: Awwww! Rebecca Cunningham, owner of Hire for Higher, stared at her flight crew. She didn't know whether to laugh, scream or fire them. >>Rebecca:So she laughed evilily, screamed in triumph and set them on fire. So she didn't do anything at all. Baloo approached her cautionously "Uh... Becky? Aren't you going to yell or lecture or....something?" he asked looking worried. >>Baloo:Oh yeah. I'm so worried I'm not gonna get my ear chewed off. Kit stared at Rebecca who glanced down at the cub and forced a smile. Kit looked relived and then startled as Rebecca grabbed Baloo's yellow shirt and hissed "If you're ever this late again and then have the audacity to give me the STUPIDEST excuse known to man I will personally turn you into a rug! Do you understand me?" The big bear nodded. "Good", she said, grabbed her suitcase and left. >>Kit:Um..Ms Cunningham? Why are you carrying a suitcase? Where are you going? >>Rebecca:Far from this fanfic I hope. Baloo and Kit gawked at the door for a few minutes. Finally Kit spoke up "Uh...Baloo, did Ms. Cunningham seem a little...uh..." "Crackers?", Baloo finished. >>Rebecca:(Kit) This is no time for food! Ms. Cunningham's acting weird. "No! Stressed out. Maybe you should have told her the truth. You can't keep lying to her!", Kit said and hoped this time the pilot would listen. No such luck. >>Baloo:La la la la! I'm not listening! La la la la la! "Oh come off it Li'l Britches! Ol' Beckers just likes to yell and complain and lecture til my ears start to bleed. Who am I to deprive her of that pleasure?" >>Rebecca:Ooo...kinky >>Baloo:Becky! "Whatever you say Papa Bear", Kit stated and glanced at the door again. >>Kit:Yup still closed ******* >>Rebecca:Think Ricia rated her own fanfic? "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Look at me! Look at me!", Molly Cunningham shouted to her mother. >>Rebecca:Sheesh. Is my daughter always this annoying? Rebecca was curled up in the chair fast asleep. >>All: (make snoring noises) 'Poor Mommy', Molly thought as she placed a blanket around her and snuggled up beside her. Molly may have been young but she wasn't stupid. Her mother had seemed...off somehow. >>Baloo:The little light had stopped blinking twelve. She didn't laugh as much and seemed tired alot. This was the fifth time she had fallen asleep on the chair. She told Molly it was because of work but it had never happened this much before. Molly scrunched up her face in thought. >>Kit:Or maybe she just needed bran. 'Mommy needs to relax. She needs a vacation' the little golden cub racked her brain trying to think of a way to get her mother to forget about work. Ideas spun through her head as she fell asleep. ******** Rebecca felt something hit her at full speed and a little high pitch voice ring out. >>Baloo:You will be assimilated >>Rebecca:You are Number Six >>Kit:Join the Dark Side "Mommy time to get up!" >>All: Or that "Wha...? Ow! Molly Cunningham you know better then to crash into people like that!", >>Rebecca:(sings)Crash into me. Rebecca lectured as she reached up to rub her already pounding head. 'Nothing like a migrane first thing in the morning', she thought drily. She suddenly noticed she was curled into the living room chair. "Did I fall asleep here again", she asked herself. >>Kit:The sad thing was, she really expected herself to answer. "Yup. You were really tired. You're always tired", Molly voice took on an accusatory tone. >>Baloo:(Molly) How dare you be tired when you should be playing with me. Maybe you should spend some time in the corn field "I'm sorry honey, but things have been really..." "Hectic at work", Molly finished. Rebecca blinked. "Have I already said that?", >>Kit:Today? No not that we know of. Rebecca asked picking her daughter up and walking into the kitchen to fix breakfast. The little cub nodded. "Can I come to work with you today? I'll be real good! I promise!", she asked pleadingly. >>Rebecca:(Molly)Yes Mother. May I go to work and watch you do paperwork? What better way for a six year old to spend the day? Rebecca sighed. "I'm going to be awfully busy, Molly. I probably won't have time to play with you.", she explained expectly Molly to look disappointed. Surprisly the little girl seemed apathetic to this fact. >>Kit:(Molly) Your puny little life does not interest me mortal. "That's okay, Mommy. I know you work hard. I can play by myself", she said sweetly. >>Baloo:(Molly) I put tunafish in your makeup case. Rebecca looked at her daughter's angelic face and wondered what she was up to. >>Kit:Why do I have the suspision that scene was completely irrelevant? >>Baloo:This whole story is completely irrelevant! ****** A loud crash echoed through the pier >>Rebecca:That's it Baloo. We are never letting your friend Launchpad fly the Sea Duck again! I don't care if you roomed in college! as Baloo and Kit attempted to load the morning's cargo. The grey bear stumbled backwards, almost pitching himself into the water. Kit grabbed frantically at the box and watched as Baloo regained his balance. The large pilot glowered at the offending box. >>Baloo:You naughty naughty box. I could pinch you! "I swear, Li'l Britches, >>Kit:Yeah I know. And the words you use! For shame Papa Bear! Becky seems to take on clients with heavier, and more awkward cargo everyday! I think she does it to spite me.", Baloo declared rubbing the foot an earlier box had fell on. >>Rebecca:Thereby making it hurt more. Kit grinned. "Aw, c'mon Papa Bear! Do you really believe that?" Before Baloo could answer Rebecca's voice rang out. "Baloo are you breaking our very important client's gumball machines??" >>Baloo:Tom Servo reference >>Kit: Who? >>Baloo:Um...I'm tell you later. Baloo groaned. 'What a pleasant life this would be without her constant nagging', >>Rebecca:FORESHADOWING ALERT! WHOOP! WHOOP! FORESHADOWING ALERT! he thought as he and Kit placed the last box in the Seaduck. Rebecca approached them with clipboard in hand. "Now the gumball machines have to be dropped off by ten and then the lobster bibs..." >>Baloo:Hmm...no place names. Could it be Ricia was too lazy to think of any? Nah! Baloo's eyes glazed over and he just nodded. "Mmm hmm.", was all he said. His boss glared at him. "You're not listening to a word I say are you??" she yelled. >>Baloo:I love how you state the obvious Becky. >>Rebecca:Shut up Baloo. "Ow!", he said rubbing his ears, "Well now everyone in Cape Suzette is listening to you." >>All (citizens of CS):Shut up! We can't hear "The Shadow" "You-you-you...I swear I'm running out of synonyms for stupid and lazy!!!" >>Kit: Poor Ricia lost her thesauras "Hey, I don't see you loading ten crates of gumball machines! But I'm sure sitting on your backside behind a desk takes a whole lot of energy!" >>Rebecca:No not really. Actualy I nap most of the day. >>Baloo:I knew it! Kit just stood there watching the fireworks fly. >>Baloo:(Kit) Lot at that pretty bottlerocket! The fights seemed to have gotten worse these past few weeks. It took less and less to set Ms. Cunningham off. 'She needs a vacation', he thought Rebecca's face had turned crimson >>Kit:You shouldn't hang upside down so long. and she yelled at the top of her lungs "You will listen to me when I talk to you or...." she trailed off. >>Rebecca:And joined a jazz ensemble. "Or what Becky? C'mon can'tcha even finish your empty threats?", he sneered and then noticed her swaying slightly, >>Baloo:(Rebecca) Only I can hear the music! "Becky? Are you okay?", he asked concerned. "Oh like you care!", she yelled half-heartedly as she reached out for something to steady her. He grabbed her arm and helped her regain her balance. "I'm taking you to a doctor", he said. She shook her head. "Oh no you don't! You're not getting out of work that easily!", she stated shakingly as she started to black out. >>Rebecca:Oh come on! I'm not that bad! "Ms. Cunningham??", Kit asked and grabbed her other arm. Rebecca went limp in their arms. "Baloo we have to get her to the hospital!" he said trying to support his half without falling. >>Baloo:The evil state the obvious bug strikes again. Baloo picked up Rebecca and walked towards the office. "Call the ambulance, Li'l Britches!" >>Kit: (Baloo) I may be the adult but I want you to call a hospital. Hopefully they won't laugh and hang up. he ordered as he put her gently on a chair. "C'mon Becky! This isn't funny.", he said softly. In the distance he heard sirens. >>Rebecca:That was quick. >>Baloo:So I'm guessing this isn't a comedy END OF PART ONE >>Kit: Who cares? Part One is over.