Title: HSU: Day One- Viva Las Vegas-Ho Style
Authors: Laure and Kendra
Rating: LTCFWTM (Let the Chips Fall Where They May)
Archive: Fine
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Period
Notes: Vegas was such a sleepy little place till HSU arrived. Enjoy.

~~*~~

"I'm sorry, sir, there are no more rooms left," the night manager of the Bellagio once again stated, eliciting a chorus of Ho and Wo complaints.

The General leaned forward in a conspiratorial tone, beckoning the balding man to him. "Excuse me..." he began glancing to the man's nametag. "Frahnk, we've had a very long trip. Tempers are short...shorter than normal, our luggage is blocking your entrance, they attempted to put us up in that horrid place Circus Circus, I have one grrl who's not quite herself with watah whatevahs, another who's watah whatevahs are showing, and a Dean who's recovering from shoe traumah. Be kind man, we need a place to stay," the Jedi insisted, noticing the gasp of shock Frahnk uttered upon the mere mention of the dreaded clown resort.

Frahnk nodded his head and slowly straightened as the General did as well. Slowly adjusting his Bellagio blazer, the manager went to his computer and began punching in a myriad of numbers that took longer to do than the people behind the reservations counter at the airport.

The General smiled while glancing behind him as his grrls took over the lounge area nearest the guest registration counter. Mentally doing a quick head count and it coming up short, he sighed loudly before being interrupted by Frahnk.

"You're in luck sir, we have one suite on the backside of the resort," the man exclaimed as if it were the prize of the century.

"One? We need an entiah floor, man. You fail to see the seriousness of the situation," Obi-Wan reiterated, hearing the unclunkiness of Emmy's footsteps fast approaching the counter since she was still clunky shoeless.

"Okay buddy, we need the entire top floor, quit giving the Jedi the run around. I watch the Travel Channel. I know the top floor is the best and reserved for High Rollers. Do you have any idea who we are?" Emmy demanded, taking off a flat sandal and slamming it on to the marble countertop.

"Madame, you are correct. However..."

The General held up his hand to stop Frahnk before turning to face the Diva, placing his hands to her shoulders to turn her around. "This is not helping mattahs by threatening the man with foot apparel," the Jedi sighed, rubbing his forehead unconsciously where he'd been hit with a clunky shoe earlier in the week.

"Are you referring to 'the incident'?" Emmy gasped in shock.

"Incident?"

"Yes, the 'shoe incident'! You're never going to let me forget that I almost killed you, are you?"

"Well you did hit me with your clunky shoe and almost..."

"See, I get it now. That's how it's going to be. One little clunky shoe mishap and I'm going to have to pay my penance forever," she exclaimed, slipping the sandal back on and silently making her way across the carpeted floor to flop onto her luggage. She had to hit the shops and get some clunky shoes; her clunky shoe powers were diminishing more and more with each passing second.

Taking a deep breath, the General stood straight and turned back around to face the manager who was standing there staring in utter horror. "My friend, Frahnk," he began, then subtly waved his hand in front of the unsuspecting manager's face.

JenJen gasped while nudging Ellie in the ribs, who fell into Judy, who tumbled into Julia who was taking pictures of the lush carpet. "Did you see that?"

"What?" Ellie asked in annoyance from being disturbed during her open-eyed dozing.

"The General, he just mind whammied the manager," Jen remarked in awe.

Emmy leaned over and waved a low sandal at the Pink Banana Ho. "It's about time he used his powers for good," the Diva interjected, once again slipping the garish sandal back on her foot.

~~*~~

"Grrls, Grrls! We're missing..." the General began as the mass of Ho's, luggage, and campus others made a very noisy way to the private elevators leading to the High Rollers suites. ".... Tara and Kendra."

"Figures," Shana mumbled, leaning against Elrond and yawning with exhaustion.

Judy sighed tiredly and closed her eyes. "My padawan is close by, I can sense her..."

This little stunt earned her a raised brow from the General, an odd look from Emmy, a flash going off in her face from Julia's camera, and a groan from Laure. "Hey! Don't give me that look. It's the master/padawan bond stuff. Let me tell you it comes in quite handy when she's thinking of messing with my blender," the barkeep uttered as Obi-Wan nodded his head in understanding while the rest of the Ho's and Wo blew it off.

"Sir! Sir!" A security guard shouted to the General as all heads turned in unison to see the fast approaching man.

"We didn't do it!" Julia instantly exclaimed, taking a picture of the uniformed man, temporarily blinding him with the flash.

"What she said," Laure reiterated, making sure she kept a death grip on Commo's arm so he wouldn't stray too far and find out about 'the other' resort.

The security guard, blinking heavily to clear the black floaty dots from his vision searched for the man who seemed to be in charge of this large, boisterous group. "Sir, we need to ask you to remove the two women from your party away from the front entryway," he explained, glancing about him blindly, still unable to see.

"Ah! So that's where Kendra and Tara have disappeared to," the General nodded, brushing by the man, thanking him with a nod.

While the security guard stumbled blindly back to his post, crashing into the luggage cart containing Laure's shoes, the General went to retrieve the two Water Ho's, leaving strict orders for the rest of the HSU group to not move an inch.

Which they promptly did, as in mass they headed to the elevator while the Jedi grabbed the wayward Ho's. Finding them standing in the middle of the carport, staring unblinkingly at the dancing fountains.

Sighing to himself and then chuckling, the General headed out the door to the oblivious Ho's who were causing quite the traffic jam for arriving and departing guests. Neither paying any heed to the cacophony of car horns and rude gestures aimed in the distracted grrls direction.

"Blahst, before we get home one of them is going to get hurt or worse," he muttered to himself, totally in awe that some place located in the desert could have so much water.

~~*~~

"It's mine!"

"No, it's mine!"

"Who are you two trying to fool? I called dibs on it first!"

"Hey, look at the view of the fountains!"

"Grrls, there must be some way to come to an agreement," the General suggested, daring not to step within the Ho circle. The man was a Jedi, he certainly wasn't stupid.

"I say the master bedroom is mine," Emmy declared.

Placing her hands to her hips, Judy stepped forward. "Well I say it's mine."

"Like I told you before, I called dibs on the elevator ride up with the General and Ken," Tara exclaimed, earning the wave-off from Emmy and Judy who had actually arrived there first.

"Look! Look! The next show is starting!" Kendra shouted while standing at the window in the room's round alcove, her face now smashed against the glass. "We have so got to get one of these," she sighed in water overload.

"Might I suggest you three draw straws," the General encouraged.

"No!" Emmy and Judy stated in unison while Tara was torn. She wasn't sure if she should stay and fight for the master bedroom or watch the dancing waters as her head swiveled back and forth as if at a tennis match.

"Ugh, the torture of it all!" Tara suddenly shouted, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. "Make it stop!"

Emmy and Judy glanced at the second Water Ho then ignored her as they continued negotiations. "I say the master bedroom is mine, and that's that," the Diva stated matter-of-factly.

"Just what makes you say that?" The bartender challenged, stepping forward, brushing Tara aside as she continued to wobble between what to do.

The Diva smiled sweetly. "Because I'm first wife, that's why."

Obi-Wan groaned before sinking to the plush couch and leaning his head back against the soft cushions.

"Here we go, I knew you'd try that first wife mess," Judy accused as Emmy stomped her flat sandaled foot, then turned on her heel rather ungracefully and marched silently into the master bedroom with the bartender in hot pursuit.

The General rubbed tired eyes before glancing to Tara who was still rather torn, then to Kendra who was one with the glass. "I'll be in the penthouse if you need me," he sighed, slowly pushing himself off the couch.

Just at he reached the front door to the massive four bedroom suite, Judy and Emmy leaned out the master bedroom doorway. "Who says you get the penthouse?" Emmy demanded as Judy nodded her head in agreement.

A crooked smile crossed the Jedi's lips as he turned to see the two Ho's. "Because I'm the General," he replied naughtily, saying good night and leaving the grrls to ponder his statement.

"He has a point," Judy remarked, nodding her head and appreciating the view of his butt before the door shut behind him.

~~*~~

Meanwhile back at the Vegas airport:

"I'm not going to get freckles, am I?" Dor asked nervously, as she and Xani departed the plane to a round of cheers echoing throughout the first class and coach sections.

Xani rolled his eyes and kept walking. "Yes, you probably will."

"I'll melt in this heat, won't I?" The librarian quizzed, not paying any attention to what the graysider had answered in the first place.

"Uh huh," he nodded in agreement, stepping into the cold blast of air conditioning in the passengers lounge. "But it's a dry heat."

"I'm going to melt and have freckles!" Dor shouted in frustration, following behind a very determined and very cautious husband who was trying to blend in with his surroundings.

"Good, the tram is just arriving," Xani remarked before being stopped by four burly security guards.

Dor stayed a few steps back and groaned. "Told you not to touch the Crown Jewels," she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest and feeling quite proud of herself for being correct.

"Excuse me, may I see your identification," the security chief ordered.

Xani smiled devilishly and pretended to reach into his leather jacket to retrieve his passport, but instead, waved his hand before the four imposing men. "Who do you think you are sir, a Jedi? Mind tricks don't work on us," the balding security officer at the end laughed as Xani narrowed his gaze and flapped his hand a myriad of times.

"Damnit, Dor, that wasn't club soda was it? It was Zima!" Xani exclaimed, looking over his shoulder to see Dor whistling innocently while looking at the ceiling.

"Sir, you can have another Zima when we're done with you. We have an alert from Interpol in regards to somebody fitting your description trying to steal the Crown Jewels. Identification please," the head of security demanded, Dor marveling that the man had no neck.

With a deep sigh, followed by a growl, Xani pulled out his passport and handed it over. "Mr. Du Crion, if you'll follow us to the security center, we'd like to discuss this more in depth," the no neck man ordered. "Excuse me, are you Mrs. Du Crion?"

Dor continued to look around the airport totally oblivious to the question the man had asked. "Pardon me, Miss, may I see your identification?" He asked, finally gaining Dor's attention so she passed him her passport and driver's license.

Xani leaned forward hoping to get a glimpse at his wife's ID, as all five men looked on in stunned silence at what was before them. For once, it wasn't the photos that had made them quizzical. It was the fact that there was no last name on either of the documents...granted, the driver's license looked whited out and the passport looked to be a big eraser mark, but who could honestly tell.

"Thank you Mrs..... Err...thank you Dorotea," the head of security remarked, handing the documents back over to the Wo. "Mrs. Du Crion?"

With that remark, Dor promptly fainted. "Guess she's not," the shorter of the four officers mused, shrugging his shoulders.

"If you'll just come with us Mr. Du Crion, we have a few questions to ask," the no neck stated as all four men surrounded the graysider and guided him to the security office.

"Dor!" Xani exclaimed, looking back over his shoulder to the unconscious Wo.

"Sir, if you will just calm down. I'm sure we can resolve this matter quite quickly," the bald, laughing security guard added, suddenly slapping on a surgical glove, snapping it for effect. "Just a simple strip search...."

"Dor! So help me I'm going to...."

Still Dor lay crumpled and unmoving in the midst of the gamblers arriving and departing from the airport.

~~*~~

The General paced the lounge outside the Bellagio's registration desk, nodding to those passing by and glancing impatiently to his watch. "Sir, is there something wrong?" Frahnke questioned on his way back to the desk to pick up his belongings before leaving for the day.

"No, well...possibleh. My party was supposed to meet me down in the lobby for brunch an hour ago," he remarked, turning when he heard the elevator 'ding', then smiling as Emmy, Judy, Julia, and JenJen walked off. Well Emmy had a slight stumble, momentarily thinking she was sill wearing clunky shoes, but recovered relatively well, brushing it off like it never occurred.

"I see some of your party has arrived," Frahnke remarked, hurriedly going about his way before the one who couldn't walk straight tried to kill him with her shoes.

"Sorry we're late, Emmy had a shoe incident," Judy explained, looking around and noticing nobody else was there.

The General nodded his head in understanding and was about to remark when the Diva gave him 'the glare'. Promptly he changed strategies. "So, where are the othehs?"

The Ho's looked to one another then looked about them. "Well Ken and Tara were right behind us but they were dragging a big duffel bag behind them so we left without them," Emmy stated, going to snuggle up to the General.

Raising an eyebrow in alarm, the General was about to question this when the two Water Ho's came walking off the elevator backwards, dragging a beat up black and very heavy pack behind them. "What the blazes are those two up to?" He sighed, watching the two grrls bicker between them as they moved.

"They're up to no good, I can sense it in my padawan," Judy interjected, placing a hand to her temple thoughtfully, not noticing the Diva rolling her eyes.

"You don't have to be psychic to know that," Emmy groaned.

"Hey, it's not psychic, it's the master/padawan bond crap," Judy corrected as the Water Ho's finally joined them.

Standing, straightening with a groan as the two stretched tired muscles, they turned to see all eyes looking at them accusingly. "What?" They asked in unison.

The General clasped his arms over his chest and did his best intimidation stance. "Dare I ask what you two are up to?"

By this time, Laure and Commo had now joined the others, well Laure had, and the golf brochures had sidetracked Commo by the front desk. "What's going on?" Laure questioned, automatically turning to the Water Ho's with an accusing stare, after all, everybody else was doing it, so they must be up to something.

"We were just getting ready to find out," JenJen remarked, chewing bubble gum and blowing a huge bubble.

Kendra crossed her arms over her chest and stood her ground as Tara did the same. "We're up to nothing," the secretary stated, Tara nodding her head in agreement.

"Up to nothing good," Laure corrected. "I'm telling you now, I'm on vacation, I'm not mediating anybody," she added, glancing nervously at Commo and running like an Olympic sprinter upon seeing the Caesar's Palace brochure in a tourist's hands and quickly snatching it before Commo got a glimpse of the old lady passing by.

As everyone's attentions turned back from Laure's startling and stunning moves, they once again looked at the Water Ho's. "Grrls?" The General edged, looking to the duffel bag and finding a huge wrench sticking out of the top. "Tools?"

"Tool convention in town," Tara suddenly shouted. "We were...we were...we were going to the tool convention. The station could always use more tools."

Kendra looked to her partner in crime and grinned. "That was so good," she exclaimed.

"Why don't we let the concierge put these in the backroom for the day," the General suggested, going to lift the bag and nearly throwing his back out before using the Force to carry it across the lobby.

Kendra stomped her foot and watched her plan suddenly crumble. "I never get to have any fun," she griped.

"That's the type of fun that will get you arrested," JenJen grinned.

"Anybody seen Ellie?" Julia questioned, snapping a picture of the pouting Water Ho's.

"Seen who?" The General asked, rejoining the group.

"Nobody," Emmy remarked, standing on tiptoes and covering the General's ears. "Ellie and her harem hit the slots the moment we checked it," she explained, uncovering the General's ears as he rolled his eyes, a trait he'd picked up from his grrls.

"Why don't we go to brunch, then hit the sights," the Jedi suggested, glancing around and spying a restaurant, nodding in its direction.

"Good, then we can go straight to the stores and find me some clunky shoes," Emmy stated, stumbling over a piece of lint on the carpet and cursing at how quickly her clunky shoe powers were diminishing.

The General steadied the out of sorts Diva and nodded his head in agreement. "Maybe we should start there before you injure yourself," he mused, as all the others agreed, which was quite extraordinary really. "Then I was thinking we could go to the..."

"The Aladdin!" Judy shouted.

"The Paris Resort!" Julia chimed in before clicking a picture of the General, but he was prepared for the flash, he had his shades on.

"Madalay Bay!" Kendra exclaimed. "They have waterfalls."

"Ohhh...Mirage. They have fiery waterfalls," Tara added.

"I thought the Venetian would be nice," the General mused. "I've heard they have great shopping," he then looked to Emmy who smiled brightly.

"Gondola rides," he added, looking to Kendra and Tara, who sighed.

"Also they have amazing fresco's on the ceilings," the Jedi remarked glancing to Julia who checked her film stash giddily.

"A wax museum as well," he continued looking to JenJen who gave it a thumbs up.

"I've also read that the Venetian has some amazing pubs," the General insisted, looking to Judy who had that pub gleam in her eyes.

"And they have the Guggenheim art of the Motorcycle exhibit," he smiled to himself as his grrls groaned but he ignored their reaction.

"Then I thought we could head to Caes..." the General began, but Laure quickly pushed the other Ho's aside to cover the General's mouth.

"No...Venetian...the Venetian is just fine. All day fine," Laure insisted as Commo brought up the rear of the group, glancing curiously about him, paying no heed to what was happening before him.

The General nodded his head in agreement as Laure pulled her hand away. "The Venetian it is then...all day. The others I'm sure will join us sooner or latah," he agreed as Laure breathed a sigh of relief. This keeping Commo in the dark was hard work, she'd need an emergency General appointment very soon if this kept up.

~~*~~

The HSU fire department stood at the curb of Las Vegas Blvd, out front of the Bellagio and looked about them in wonder. 'What to do first?' They all had thought the night before, upon their arrival.

After much arguing, threatening, and discussions, Macleane came up with the brilliant idea of whomever draws the high card would get to choose where they would go that day.

Thus, when all was said and done, Vassili won the right to choose where they would spend their first full day in Vegas.

"Red Square!" Vas exclaimed excitedly, flipping the tour book he held in his hands before the gathered group.

"Oh brother, we're not in the motherland," Plunkett groaned, earning him a disgruntled stare from the Russian.

"Err...Plunkett, I think he's talking about the bar," Roux interjected, pointing to the tour book as he snatched it from Vas' hands.

"Well why didn't you say so in the first place?" Boromir grinned, slapping the confused Russian on the back.

Vas had memorized the map and pointed to the Mandalay Bay Resort. Just look for the big fish he thought to himself, as he led the men in the correct direction. Well all the men but Tanner, who went the opposite way, subsequently slamming into a 'no parking' sign and then apologizing to it.

"Damnit Tanner!" Roux shouted, racing back to claim the wayward fireman that was now flat on his back on the sidewalk muttering.

~~*~~

Donna sat on the edge of the heart shaped bed and sighed with relief after lugging the massive Las Vegas phone book to the mattress.

"Wedding chapels... wedding chapels...wedding chapels. Oh, here we go," she smiled, seeing only two small listings on the page.

Then she gasped in shocked horror as a draft turned the page and she noticed that there were at least two more full pages of wedding chapels listed. With trepidation, she slowly kept turning and turning and turning till it seemed as if half the phone book was compiled of wedding chapels and the other half composed of Elvis impersonators.

Wincing, feeling a migraine coming on, she slumped gracefully to the bed and groaned. "How will we ever find the right place?"

~~*~~

Draco had been flying nonstop, trailing the 'lady who fed him good shoes'. The flight across the big water had been most difficult and tiring except for his nap upon the top of a glittering, flying object with non-flapping wings. The same odd object his lady and the loud man were sitting inside.

Needless to say, Draco was a tad grumpy at being left behind. He found it quite fun to chase the mass of people below him once he got to the place of twinkling and blinding lights where the shiny object had stopped flying.

Blowing a puff of smoke at some unsuspecting, brightly clothed, blue-haired being, Draco sighed a dragon sigh. Suddenly it happened...he spotted the most exquisite creature he'd ever seen in his short life.

There before him was the sexiest, female dragon Draco had ever seen. Okay, the only female dragon he'd seen, but still, he was smitten.

Draco flew closer and still she did not move. People below him pointed to the sky in his direction. Draco just swooped down. Pedestrians scattered while screaming. Draco then slammed face first into the giant image screen, sending sparks flying in all directions as the dragon plummeted to the ground below, landing in the middle of the street.

Those who had scattered like rats on a sinking ship just moments earlier, suddenly shouted and cheered loudly. There were those who could be heard uttering- 'How life-like!' 'We must get tickets to the EFX show!' 'Rick Springfield is still around?'

But all Draco's dragon heart could do was go pitter-patter while he grinned a silly dragon grin and snorted fire quite giddily. If a dragon could talk, he would have said 'whoa, what a rush', for Draco was hopelessly in love with the hard to catch female dragon he'd seen earlier.

Little did Draco know, was that as his dragon mind made plans to find the love of his life. He was actually in search of the mechanical dragon from the EFX show. But hey, they do claim love is blind.

~~*~~

Back at Red Square, two hours later:

"We'll take two more bottles of Yubilev!" Boromir ordered, stepping up to the bar, which was made of ice.

The bartender grunted her acknowledgement and slid two bottles down to the man. Boromir nodded his thanks then stepped away to return to the table and hoped that the arguing that some Lenin fellow's head was in the vodka locker was over. Frankly the thought made him jumpy.

"Tanner, you coming?" Tyr shouted from across the room to the lone fireman still at the bar.

Tanner tried to move but he couldn't seem to get his bare arms off the bar. "I'm stuck!"

"Bloody hell," Boromir growled. "You've got your arms frozen to the bar top," he muttered, standing before their table and sitting the bottles of vodka down.

Raking a hand through his hair, Boromir sighed tiredly. "It's your turn to retrieve Tanner, Tyr," he ordered but then noticed the look of pure glee on the gathered men's faces.

Suddenly it hit Boromir as well and they all looked excitedly to one another before shouting as one. "Rescue!"

"Who brought the Jaws of Life?" Boromir quizzed as Vas raised his hand. "Well what are you waiting for man, you and Tyr go get the thing. We have a man to rescue from the clutches of an icy death."

~~*~~

"I don't think he's real," Shana said with conviction, her arms across her chest.

"Yes he is," JenJen insisted, stomping her foot.

"No, no he's not," Judy added.

"Look, he just took a breath," Laure insisted pointing with one hand while holding Commo by the back of his shirt with the other.

Commo squinted and leaned forward, peering intently at the sculpture before them. "A living statue, how absurd," he remarked regally.

~~*~~

"Here, hold this," Emmy insisted, racing out of the shoe shop and handing the General another bag to add to the massive pile.

The General sighed as he tried to stack the mass of clunky shoe bags on the floor surrounding him while he sat with Kendra and Tara at a small wrought iron table in the rotunda. After the earlier incident of the Water Ho's attempting to take over the gondola fleet, he felt it best to keep the two within his sight till they left the Venetian. After all, security had put them in his care.

"Emmy, do you really need..." He began to question but the Diva's narrowed eyes told him to leave well enough alone.

"I have a whole year's supply of clunky shoes to buy," she insisted as Tara and Kendra rolled their eyes while the General looked impatiently at his watch.

"We only have four hours before the Guggenheim motorcycle exhibit closes," he sighed, earning him a disgruntled look. "Fine...take your time."

Emmy was about to return to the shoe shop but she spotted the other gathered Ho's and Wo a few yards away. " Are they still at it with this 'is it real or is it fake' deal with that statue?" She questioned, watching as Julia suddenly stepped up to the statue and began whistling while hiding her camera behind her back.

"I think they'll find out one way or the other any moment now," Tara stated as the General glanced over while raking a hand through his hair.

"Yep, any moment now they'll prove he's real to the non believers," Kendra grinned

"I'd love to stay and watch but I have shoes to buy," Emmy mused as a blinding flash went off and then Ho's and Wo's screamed and scattered, while a live statue stumbled from his podium, right into Commo's arms. Thus sending the fallen emperor to shove the man towards his beloved, who shoved him to Judy, who beat him soundly with her oversized vacation purse.

"Blahst," the General sighed, noticing security fast approaching.

~~*~~

The group of Ho's, Wo, General, and others stood out front of the Venetian slipping on their shades as the security force reluctantly left them alone, choosing to go back inside to the AC.

"So, where to next?" Emmy asked, pulling the hotel luggage cart stacked with boxes of shoes behind her.

The General shrugged his shoulders, pouting a little at not being allowed back into the Venetian and not being able to see his motorcycle exhibit. "Might I suggest we go back to the Bellagio and drop off your year's worth of shoes?"

"Good call, that'll give me time to send off a package!" Kendra nearly shouted with glee, earning her a 'what are you up to look' from the General. "Err...I've got to mail postcards back to campus...that's it," she corrected, trying to calm down but still acting jittery.

"But everyone is here," Tara corrected, earning her a glare from the other Water Ho.

"Has anyone see the Elves?" Shana asked, then quickly forgot as she spotted an advertisement for the new upscale mall, making her giggle.

"Or the Ranger?" Laure quickly added with a sultry smile.

"I think I overheard Legolas mumbling something about pitiful archers. So I figure they're headed to the Excalibur," Julia chimed in.

"You know, we could probably sneak into the wax museum," JenJen suggested as all the grrls nodded their heads in agreement while the General shook his in objection.

"Grrls, I really don't think that is wise," he remarked before they scattered like cats. "You do know that it is part of the Venetian?"

"Oh hells, if they can go there, why can't I go see the motorcycle exhibit?" He mused to himself, setting off in the opposite direction, watching as Emmy came racing back for her plethora of shoes and then trying to figure out how she'd get them on the escalator.

The General was at a crossroads. Do what he wanted or let his grrls conquer Vegas. That little voice in the back of his mind told him it might be most dangerous to leave them to their own devices, but he wanted to see his motorcycles.

Looking over his shoulder to the grrls who were helping Emmy put the wheeled luggage cart on the escalator and all holding on for dear life, the General winced, as there was a sudden scream and bodies and shoes and luggage cart went flying forward.

"Bloody hell..." he muttered, forgetting his motorcycle exhibit and racing towards the wax museum's entrance.

~~*~~

"It's not my fault," Emmy once again insisted as the General and company, each laden with numerous battered and damaged shoeboxes, strolled through the lobby of the Bellagio.

The General grunted and tapped his foot impatiently as they waited for the elevator. "I have nevah, evah, been kicked out and banned for life from anywhere," he muttered.

The Diva rolled her eyes. "Like being banned from some stupid hotel is any big deal," she gruffed as the door to the private elevator opened.

"Hey, it was bound to happen. After all, you did kill Whoopi," Tara remarked from behind her mass of shoes, earning an elbow from Laure and Judy at the same time, making the Water Ho drop her boxes.

"Careful, those are priceless!" Emmy shouted while Laure gasped in shoe shock. "Besides, I didn't kill the Whoopi wax figure. Melt a candle, she'll be good as new then."

~~*~~

Meanwhile at Caesar's Palace:

"Here, hold these," Darry ordered, racing out of the Armani store and piling three more bags onto Cic's already plentiful stack of shopping purchases made by the Nurse.

"Mrrrr...murrrr...muuurrr...mrrrrr..." He muttered from behind the mass of designer bags and boxes.

"What?" Darry quizzed, moving aside a box so that she could see her servant's face, then removing the bag he held between his teeth.

"I said, are yew done yet? Yew have enough provisions to supply an army," Cic breathlessly remarked, swaying in exhaustion.

Darry didn't hear a word her husband said for her eyes spied Tiffany's and its glittering gold entry off in the distance. "You...don't move, I'll be right back," she insisted, putting the bag back between her husband's teeth and then rushing down the corridor.

Just as the Nurse entered the hallowed halls of Tiffany's, there was a tremendous crash as Cic collapsed under the weight of one too many shopping bags and boxes. There beneath the jumble of newly bought items, the servant groaned in agony for his back had given way just before dropping.

~~*~~

"You called for a pickup?" The Fed Ex guy questioned as the door to suite at the Bellagio opened cautiously.

Kendra peered out the door from the top and Tara just beneath her. "Yeah," they whispered, as they pulled behind them a rather large and wet box and shoved it at the man.

With a look of complete surprise and astonishment, the Fed Ex dude then sighed and went about swiping the bar code on the bill. "You want this overnight or..."

"Overnight," they softly said as there was a loud clumping noise emanating from the hotel room behind them. The Diva testing out her new clunky shoes while the Ho's waited to gather with the General for dinner at some place called Quarks.

"How are you going to pay...."

"Here," Tara insisted, shoving Xani's filched Offworld credit card at the man. "And hurry up, that's a very important package."

The Fed Ex man wrote everything down and put the dripping package on his cart and hurriedly left the two odd women. "Padawan? What was that?" Judy shouted from behind, sensing that there was mischief about.

"Damn that master/padawan bond crap. It was much easier to avoid that back on campus," Kendra sighed as Tara nodded her head in sympathy.

"Think they'll notice it's missing?" Tara questioned as they still talked at the door.

"If we just send part by part...hopefully not. We'll just have to go about this dismantling business in the middle of the night, very slowly," Kendra remarked before Judy now stood behind them tapping her foot before they leaned back inside and the door closed.

~~*~~

Ellie sat upon the stool and stared bleary eyed at the slot machine. She just watched the dancing figures roll before her eyes as she endlessly fed quarters into the damned machine.

So far, she had nothing to show for it but grungy hands and slot wrist. Sighing deeply she continued to play her beloved 'I Dream Of Jeannie' slot machine till she heard the familiar jingle of the 'Monsters' theme playing off in the distance of the casino. Picking up her mostly empty cups, she was in search of yet another slot machine and her big pay off.

~~*~~

So, what's on the agenda for the next day in Vegas? Caesar's Palace?