Well, whaddya know, I managed to fit it into 3 messages. Let me know
if you're missing any (and asking for a Part 4 doesn't count!)
Winnie
Jon went over to his father's jukebox in the corner of
the living room. He considered the selections, then shrugged and
pressed the "randomize" button. "Some music to pack by," he grinned,
turning up the volume as the strains of "Johnny B Goode" came pounding
out.
MIKE: Oo. Johnny B Goode... Jonny be good. How clever.
CROW: Just when I think this author's wit couldn't impress me any
more, I'm proved right.
Jessica smiled. "Nothing like Chuck Berry to get you in the
mood."
CROW: NOT!!!
Jon turned on the house intercom so that the music would filter
throughout the house.
TOM: Rock da house.
CROW: That's really pathetic, Servo.
TOM: I know... I'm sorry... this fanfic is so bad, my circuits are
petrifying...
MIKE (giving Tom a comforting hug): There, there.
They moved from room to room, packing systematically. At
times one of them would find a particular object, and call the other
over.
TOM: Look! A 25-year-old chewed-up wad of gum!
CROW: Hey! Here's that liver casserole I slipped to Bandit when I was
12!
MIKE: Gee! So THAT'S where my mealworm farm went!
This house is so full of memories, Jessica thought as she
watched Jon carefully place a Malenque artifact in a protective
container. How can he stand to give it up?
TOM: Simple. The mortgage's a killer.
She knew the answer, of course. Jon's anti-terrorism
consultant group required him to work closely with the FBI, and
simple logic demanded that he be based in Virginia. She herself had
her communications technology consultancy in Houston. Hadji was busy
running Bangalore, halfway across the world. Race was helping Doug
Wildey run his ranch in New Mexico. The whole Quest team was
scattered across the globe - across the universe, in some cases, she
thought with a smile - and the house on Palm Key stood empty.
MIKE: So basically, they couldn't stand each other.
Better to hand it over to a family who would fill it with
their own memories.
That still didn't make it any easier. But it was Jon's
decision, now that his father was gone. And she could
understand. The house was *too* full of memories.
TOM: Call 1-800-RENTAGEEK to handle any memory problems.
She remembered the morning when she'd received the phone call.
CROW: Hey, everything's getting wiggly.
ALL: WE GOT FLASHBACK SIGN!
Jon had been cool, and calm, but she'd detected an edge of
panic in his voice when he told her about the package he'd
received from his father. She'd rushed over to Palm Key
immediately.
Benton Quest's farewell note was in the letter, along
with his will. He said that he felt his work was finished, that there
was nothing else he could do on this world. So he had contacted Alice
Starseer and taken up her invitation, offered so long ago, to see the
universe.
TOM: And also because Moe's Collection Agency was breathing down his
neck.
The will left everything to Jon, with more than generous
provisions for Hadji, Jessica and Race.
CROW: Yeah, they got his turtleneck collection.
Two months afterwards, Jon told her that he was selling
the house.
ALL: SNORE.
Despite the frequent interruptions of "Remember this?"and "I
haven't seen that since...", the work progressed fairly quickly.
TOM: Ow!
MIKE: What?
TOM: That scene transition was so fast I got whiplash.
CROW: Wimp.
They were finishing up the living room when the tempo of the
jukebox's music changed.
"Where do you start?
How do you separate the present from the past?"
TOM (as Julia Child): I find that using the two halves of the eggshell
is an excellent method of separating the present and the past.
Jessica looked up. The song was unfamiliar, and yet she felt
like she'd known it all her life.
"How do you deal with all the things you thought would last?
That didn't last;
With bits of memories scattered here and there
I look around and don't know where to start..."
MIKE (as Maria von Trapp): Let's start at the very beginning, A very
good place to start...
She glanced at Jon as he methodically took books off the
shelves and noted their titles on a clipboard before he carefully
placed them in a box. She turned back to the bank of CDs, videotapes
and laserdisks she was supposed to be packing.
CROW (as Jessie): Now does G come before or after M?
"Which books are yours?
Which tapes and dreams belong to you and which are mine?"
She looked out the French windows, out to the porch. They had
spent many warm Florida evenings sitting on the porch, talking about
the past, the present... and the future.
TOM: In between slapping at the huge mosquitoes.
"Our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine
That intertwine
So many habits that we'll have to break, and yesterdays
we'll have to take apart..."
CROW (as Bob Vila): Using the all-purpose Craftsman's PowerSnip(TM)
from Sears, taking yesterdays apart is no trouble at all!
Jon's breath caught in his throat. Saying goodbye to Palm
Key was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever have to do.
There were so many memories here.
TOM: Oh, suddenly we're switching over to his point of view. Real
consistent, author!
All the happy memories of his mother.
The day he'd first met Jessie.
CROW: The day he'd first discovered black turtlenecks.
"One day there'll be a song or something in the air again
To catch me by surprise, and we'll be there again,
A moment in what might have been..."
He glanced out the French windows, out to the lawn. He
could almost see the tow-headed little boy and the carrot-topped
little girl running across the lawn, almost hear their laughter.
TOM: Here at Happy Meadows Daycare Center...
"Where do you start?
Do you allow yourself a little time to cry?
Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye?
I guess you'll try..."
He saw Jessica looking out the windows as well, and moved
across the room to join her. She looked at him, and he put his arm
around her shoulders.
CROW: Then she grabbed his arm, flipping him over his shoulder
and crashing through the French windows onto the porch...
She leaned into him, sliding an arm around his waist.
CROW sighs in frustration.
"And though I don't know where and don't know when
I'll find myself in love again..."
"We had some good times here," Jon said. His eyes
suddenly felt moist.
"I know," Jessica replied, her voice catching in her
throat.
MIKE: Hello, author? This switching of perspectives is making me
dizzy!
CROW: Oh, you mean that's not a natural condition for you?
MIKE: Hey, who are we supposed to be bashing here?
"I promise there will always be
A little place no one will see..."
CROW: And that would be...?
MIKE: CROW!!!
CROW: What???
"I'm going to miss this place," Jessica said.
"Me too," Jon said. Jessica turned her head slightly,
and saw his eyes fixed on her.
ALL: Eeeeewwwww!!!
"A tiny part deep in my heart
That stays in love with you."
CROW (whimpering): Is it over? Is the song over?
MIKE: Yes, Crow, it's over.
"Jessie..." he began, and stopped, his throat suddenly
dry.
"Jonny," she replied simply.
TOM: Peri?
CROW: Doctor?
MIKE: Cap'n?
CROW: Gilligan?
TOM: Mulder?
MIKE: Scully?
CROW: Chief?
TOM: McCloud?
END
ALL: YAYYYY!!!
(maybe)
ALL: NOOOOO!!!!
"Where Do You Start" c Johnny Mandel (music) and Marilyn & Alan
Bergman (lyrics), and first recorded by Michael Feinstein for his
"Isn't It Romantic" album.
CROW: Now I know what not to order from CDNow.
c 1997 Winnie Lim
ALL: Willy nilly silly old beaaarrrr!
Your comments on this page are appreciated.
CROW: Sure they are.
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company. No copyright infringement is intended by their use on this
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MIKE: What's the number for HB's corporate lawyers again...
I and this page are in no way affiliated with, approved of or endorsed
by Hanna Barbera or Turner Productions.
TOM: Thank GOD!
This page is created by a fan for other fans out of love and
respect for the show, and is strictly a non-profit endeavor.
CROW: Like anyone would pay for this.
A WinnieWorks Production
Created March 13, 1997
CROW: Disparaged and ridiculed April 18, 1998.
[door sequence]
[INT: SOL]
TOM is visibly trembling. Even MIKE's face is troubled. As for CROW,
he's curled into a fetal position, whimpering.
TOM: That was so... BAD.
MIKE: I know. [takes a long, shuddering breath] I know.
CROW: Why, Mike? WHY?
MIKE: I don't know. [shakes his head sadly]
CROW: Big help you are.
[The Intercom light flashes. MIKE hits it listlessly.]
PEARL: So, how did you like that one?
TOM [defiantly]: We liked it just fine.
MIKE: Yeah. You can't break us with one bad fanfic, Pearl.
CROW : No matter how... very... bad it was.
PEARL: Oh, that isn't the only one, not by a long shot.
MIKE [faintly]: You mean... there's more of these out there?
PEARL: Oh yessss. There are sequels.
CROW cries.
[Cut to EXTERIOR of SOL as we hear the despairing wails of its
occupants]
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