Disclaimer:  Copyright 2001, Karen Keryk.  All rights reserved.  No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted without written permission from the author.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  Blah, blah, blah.

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It started as a beautiful day as Heather and I drove to the Whose Line studio.  But, as we parked in the parking lot, it started to downpour.  Before we both got out of the car, Heather grabbed something out of the back seat.  It was her calico cat, C.C.  Confused, I spoke up, "Heather, how did your cat get in the car?"  Also confused, Heather replied, "I'm not sure… Hey, why are you asking me anyways, it's your story."  "Oh yeah, that's right," I replied.  We both got out of the car and made a mad dash to the doors of the studio so we only got wet as little as possible.  We stopped and showed the guard our passes to go the back way because we were friends of the cast.  Then we ran inside.  As soon as we were inside, we stopped to shake the rain off of us.  Then, Heather's cat sneezed.  "Oh," Heather complained, "I think C.C.'s getting sick."  "Oh, that's nice," I said sarcastically, "A sick cat is just what we need."  Then we ran to the green room to join the party.  It was the day after the last taping of the season and everyone was there for a party.  It was solely a performer's party, with the exception of Heather and I.  The performers didn't want any of the producers, writers, directors, or anyone else involved with production there.  They just wanted to relax and bad-mouth Dan Patterson.  He he, I don't blame them.  Anyway, as soon as we were in the door, everyone cheered.  Ryan was the first to speak up, "Yeah, they're here, now we can start the party!"  Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud clap of thunder. "Oh yeah," I started, "It started pouring when we got here, so I guess the storm is already here."  Heather put her cat down by the door as we went to the snack table.  Almost every kind of junk food was there.  "Wow," Heather said, "You guys went all out on this one, huh?"  There were pretzels, potato chips, snack mix, Twiglets (who knew?), and a great big bowl of chocolate Jell-o™ brand pudding.  "Holy crap!" I said as I saw the bowl of pudding, "You think you guys have enough pudding?"  Brad got out of his seat and said, "Actually… no.  That's why we brought extra."  He said as he picked up a one-pound bag of pudding mix that was under the table.  Heather and I stared at Brad like he was going crazy.  "What?  We like puddin'," he replied innocently.  We all walked over to the other side of the room to join the others. 
So Drew, Brad, Ryan, Wayne, Chip, Kathy Greenwood, Colin, Heather, and I started talking for about an hour when I got up to get more snacks to fill our bowl that we were eating out of.  As I turned toward the table, I noticed C.C. on the table eating out of the pudding bowl.  "Aww, Heather!" I complained as I walked to the table, "Your cat was eating the pudding!" I said in disgust as I picked up C.C. and walked toward Heather to give her her cat.  Then, C.C. sneezed in my face.  "Heather!" I complained again as Heather took her cat, "I don't want a sick cat sneezing in my face!  Now I got cooties." I said as I tried wiping the germs off of me.  Everyone started laughing.  "Hey, you wouldn't be laughing if YOU had cat germs."  "But you love cats," Heather said between giggles.  "Well," I said, "the only cats that I don't like are the ones who sneeze on me when they're sick.  I'm gonna go wash my hands."  As I walked towards the door, there was another loud clap of thunder.  I didn't think anything of it, so I just kept walking.  Then the lights flickered and went out.  "Or maybe not…" I said as I stopped before I reached the door.  I turned to face the others… well, in the direction of the others since I couldn't see squat 'cause it was dark, with the exception to the little light that came through the window, but that didn't do much.  "Well," I heard a voice say (it was Heather), "This is lovely," She said sarcastically.  Nobody else said anything.  "Lovely weather we're having, huh," I said wittingly, trying to start a conversation in the dark.  I heard a bunch of incoherent mumbles… and then C.C. sneezed again.

              That's all I remembered before I woke up.  I realized I was lying on the floor and my head hurt.  The power was back on.  I sat up and rubbed my eyes and noticed that everyone else was on the floor still out of it.  But the room was different.  We were still in the green room, but it was different in an odd sort of way.  A pair of Ryan's old shoes were hanging from the ceiling, big green rubber balls with sparklies covered the floor, the walls were a big mural of a hand-painted picture of a panda stuffed animal, and everyone except Heather and I had a pair of Brad's boxer-briefs on their head.  "Ok, I've seen enough," I said.  I leaned towards Heather, who was a few feet away from me.  "Heather," I whispered, "Heather, wake up."  She rolled over but didn't wake up.  I grabbed the nearest rubber ball and chucked it at her head.  "Huh, what?!?" she said as she sat up startled.  "What happened?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, "all I remember is the lights going out… and then C.C. sneezed… C.C.?!?"  Heather looked around trying to find C.C., and then noticed the room and everyone else on the floor.  "Ok, I think I've seen enough," she said as she stifled a laugh.  "Should we wake them up?" I asked Heather.  "Yeah…" Heather began, "but we gotta find C.C. first."  As if on cue, C.C. came through the doorway on a blue Razor scooter wearing sunglasses.  There was a sticker on the side of the scooter that read www.idiotsite.com (plug, plug, plug).  I looked over at Heather.  "What?" she said innocently, "it's you're story."  I shook my head in agreement.  "Should we wake them up now?" I asked as I motioned my head in the direction of Drew, Wayne, Brad, Ryan, Chip, Colin, and Kathy.  "Sure… I guess." Heather responded.  We both got up and started walking.  We didn't walk more than a couple of inches before we tripped on all the rubber balls on the floor.  We fell to the floor and started laughing.  Then Heather looked at me with a sly smile like she had an idea.  She looked down at the rubber balls on the floor and I got the same idea.  We both laughed evilly as we picked up the balls and threw them at the others.  They all woke up and looked around… well, tried to look around considering they had boxer-briefs on their head.  "What the…?" Kathy asked disgustedly as she picked the boxers off her head.  "Hey…" Brad started. "Those are mine…" He said as he picked the boxers off his own head.  "Eeww!" Drew, Chip, Wayne, Ryan, and Colin yelled as they picked the boxers off their head and threw them at Brad.  Then, Colin picked something out of his mouth.  It was a ring with a stone on it.  "Hey," Colin said amazed, "this is the stone that Tim--"  "Okay," I interrupted, "NOW I've seen enough." I said as I started to the door.  "I'm getting the heck out of here."  Just then, C.C. tipped her sunglasses so we could see her eyes and said, "So long… suckers"  Then she turned around on her scooter and headed out the door.  "Wait!" Heather cried as she ran out the door after C.C.  We all ran after her.  We ran down the hall until the hallway suddenly ended.  The scooter hit the wall slowly and C.C. fell off of it, her glasses fell off too.  "C.C.!" Heather cried. "Speak to me!"  "Meow…" C.C. meowed.  Then C.C. sneezed. 
Then we all woke up lying on the floor.  "Oh, not again!" I complained.  Then I looked around.  The room was back to normal.  "Fwew" I sighed, relieved that everything was back to normal.  Everyone got up and brushed themselves off.  We all looked at each other.  "Now, THAT was creepy!" We all exclaimed at the same time.  Heather walked over to C.C. and picked her up.  "No more chocolate pudding for you," she said.  Everyone laughed.