| Mel: | Well, after the previous interview's rather disastrous result, I am determined this time not to let it happen again. I hereby take a serious vow not to make Joe cry again and not to get on Frank's bad side. I swear upon my freshly cut toenail and the returns of the last excavation of my nose picks... |
| Joe: | *face scrunches up in disgust* Eeew! Gross, Mel! *eyes start welling up in tears* |
| Frank: | *turning an interesting shade of green* I think I'm gonna hurl... |
| Mel: | Alright! Sorry! No crying, Joe, and you, Frank, stop getting upset with me! Fine. I'll swear upon the life of my scabby dog, is that okay? |
| Frank: | (aside) I think she's getting incoherent. |
| Joe: | (aside) I agree with you. |
| Mel: | (aside) Why am I typing Frank and Joe's asides? And talking in aside as well? And calling myself incoherent? And swearing upon the innocent life of my scabby dog? *shouts to the sky* WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!?! |
| Joe: | I'm scared, Frank. I don't think we've handled this situation before. |
| Frank: | We'll find a way out of it, I'm sure. We always did in our cases. |
| Joe: | You call this a case? |
| Frank: | Well... maybe not. I call this a desperate situation. |
| Mel: | *walking in circles around her scabby dog and singing* The hip bone's connected to the - thigh bone, the thigh bone's connected to the - shin bone... |
| Joe: | Maybe it's time we enlisted some external help. This is one obsessed woman! |
| Frank: | *exchanging a knowing glance with Joe* You reckon we should get Chet, Biff, Tony, Phil, Callie, Iola, Vanessa and all our other acquaintances? |
| Mel: | *running around her scabby dog, mumbling incoherently to herself* Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! |
| Joe: | *staring uncertainly at Mel* I don't think it's such a good idea after all. We'll need them to collect our bodies by the time she's done with us. |
| Frank: | But we're immortal, aren't we? |
| Joe: | Um, maybe you are, Frank, but I got killed in a fanfic recently. |
| Frank: | But aren't you here now? |
| Mel: | *panting from the exertion of dashing around her scabby dog* To... be... *huff huff* or... not... to... be... thatistheanswer!!! *pant pant* |
| Joe: | *gulps* I don't even know what I am anymore! *starts crying* Oh, Frank! I'm so ill-fated! |
| Frank: | *starts crying as well* Oh, Joe! I've missed you sooooo much! *turns to the hysterical Mel* This is all your fault!! Now I'm upset, and he's crying! |
| Mel: | *running* Oh censored! I swore not to let that happen! |
| Scabby dog: | Poof! *disappears* |
| Mel: | *still running* NOOOO!!! Censored, censored, censored! I'll have to reverse the swear! |
| Scabby dog: | Poof! *reappears* |
| Joe: | *amazed and stops crying* How did you do that? |
| Frank: | *no longer upset* What-the-fish? |
| Mel: | *stops running and starts smiling* It's called the ultimate author-itarian power! Aka author's license! |
| Frank: | This is worrying, Joe. Very worrying! |
| Joe: | We've definitely gotten in too deep this time, Frank. |
| Frank: | We didn't have much of a choice! She wrote us in! |
| Joe: | You know what? You're right. |
| Frank: | *eyes light up* You know what? I've got an idea! |
| Joe: | *exchanging a knowing glance with Frank* You know what? Let's do it! *pauses* Wait... *scratches head* What are we going to do? |
| Mel: | *fussing over her scabby dog* You poor, poor, dear... |
| Frank: | *whispering* She's got another obsession besides us, doesn't she? That group called Westside or something... |
| Joe: | *whispering* Westlife? |
| Frank: | *nodding vigorously and whispering* So if they get written in... |
| Joe: | *excited and whispering* We can get written out! |
| Frank: | Or maybe she'll forget about us and we can run away! |
| Joe: | *scratches head again* How are you going to get her to do this? |
| Frank: | *smiling devilishly* Watch and learn, brother. *turns to the happily oblivious Mel* Oh, Mel! |
| Mel: | *turning and seeing Frank's devilish grin* Yes, Frank? *drools* |
| Frank: | *smiling ever so sweetly* You know that authoritarian power you were talking about? Can you demonstrate it for us again? |
| Mel: | *smiling ever so sweetly, with saliva running down the sides of her mouth* Anything for you, Frankie dear. |
| Scabby dog: | Poof! *disappears* |
| Mel: | And then - |
| Scabby dog: | Poof! *reappears* |
| Frank: | *clapping hands* Bravo, Mel! Can you do that to real people as well? |
| Mel: | *suddenly unsure* I've never tried you know... but maybe - |
| Frank: | Why not try getting Westlife in here? |
| Joe: | Yeah, we'll love to meet them! |
| Mel: | *starts hyperventilating* Oh, you mean it? *eyes shining* I've definitely got to give this a try! |
| Westlife: | Poof! *appear!* |
| Mel: | This has to be a dream... |
| Westlife: | *in five-part harmony* Hello! |
| Mel: | Westlife! Nicky! Shane! Bryan! Mark! Kian! You're all here! |
| Shane: | *to Mel* Hi, how're ya? |
| Mel: | *swoons in teenybopper fashion* Ffff-fine... |
| Bryan: | *to Mel* Thanks for all your support! |
| Mel: | *swoons again in teenybopper fashion* N-n-no p-p-problem... |
| Mark: | *to Mel* How ya doin'? I'm Myeark! |
| Mel: | *swoons yet again in teenybopper fashion* I'm Mer-mer-myel! *dontcha love Irish accents? :)* |
| Kian: | *to Mel* Hello there! |
| Mel: | *swoons again - in teenybopper fashion. And wonders if so much swooning is bad for health* H-h-hi K-k-k-kian... |
| Nicky: | *to scabby dog* How're ya, luv? |
| Scabby dog: | *swoons in teenybopper fashion and scabs disappear in teenybopper fashion* |
| Scabs: | Poof! *disappear in teenybopper fashion - Huh?* |
| Mel: | *gazes adoringly at Nicky in teenybopper fashion, drools in teenybopper fashion and swoons in teenybopper fashion, thudding to the floor in teenybopper fashion* I'm - I'm f-f-fine... |
| Nicky: | *looks at the unconscious Mel strangely* And hello to you too! |
| Bryan: | I'll decide by the next interview! |
| Frank: | *horrified* Bryan, you don't know what you're getting yourself into! |
| Bryan: | No matter, it's Nicky she's obsessed with. She won't do anything to me - or will she? |
| Nicky: | *very worried* We better get out of here, like NOW! |
| Shane: | We can't just leave her here though! Besides, she wrote us in! *picks Mel up, takes one look at her wet mouth and drops her back down. Mel's head thuds to the floor again* On the other hand... |
| Mel: | *still in faint mode* Owww! |
| Kian: | Is she that bad? *moves closer and then stumbles back, kicking Mel's head in the process* Phwoar! |
| Mel: | *still in lala land* Owwwwwww!!! |
| Mark: | *takes a deep breath* Beauty is only skin deep! I'll do it! |
| Mel: | *springs back to life* Oh Mark, you darling! *purses wet lips in anticipation |
| Mark: | Argh! *runs behind the other four 'Lifers* |
| Frank: | C'mon, Joe, before she notices us! |
| Mel: | *eyes narrowing dangerously at the Hardy Boys* You think I didn't know what you were plotting? I wrote it, remember? I just played along so that I could get Westlife in here! *turns and smiles to the Westlife boys* Hold on a moment, sweeties. There's someone here who'd really love to meet ya! *turns back to the Hardys* And you both too! |
| Vinita: | Poof! *appears* |
| Vinita: | *excitedly* Westlife! Bryan! Aaaahhhh!!! *throws herself at the Westlife boys* |