From: ackcor <ackcor@erols.com>
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Date: Sun, 07 Mar 1999 19:56:27 -0500
Subject: [JQML] [Fic] "Happy Birthday, Maverick!", 2/2
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Here's the second part.  If you wanted the first happy birthday story I did
for Mav, from last year, please e-mail me privately.
(And yes, Liz, I'm making you one too. ^_^)

--Dark Sentinel

See first part for disclaimer and whatnot.


	THE CONTINUED ADVENTURES OF BRYAN FRANK

	"Happy Birthday Again, Bryan!"

	Part II

	Written by Dark Sentinel

[When we last left off, it was discovered that Bryan was coming up the
walkway to his house.]

	"Oh, no!" someone yelled.  There was chaos as everyone ran everywhere,
wondering what to do.
	Kris, ever the good mediator, quickly gained control.  "Everyone be quiet
and go HIDE!" she bellowed.  The rest of the MLers obeyed instantly.
	Silence settled over the house in a hush as everyone waited.

	Bryan stepped out of his car and wandered up the walkway.  Memories of
last year's birthday bash (in all senses of the word) ran through his mind
as he inserted the key into the padlock.  Thank goodness it was still
locked.  At least that meant none of his insane internet friends had broken
in while he was at his friend's house!
	Bryan eased the door open and stepped inside.  The silence was almost . .
. uncanny.  He tensed, anticipating something, but it couldn't be . . .
surely they wouldn't do it agai–-
	"SURPRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!" at least one hundred MLers shouted.
	Bryan almost tripped backwards out the front door in his startlement.
	"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRYAN!" the assembled crowd roared enthusiastically.
Once more, the familiar little stars danced before his eyes as he fought
off a faint.  
	"Someone catch him before he–-" Debbie got cut off with a thump.  Several
MLers hauled the unconscious Bryan into his house and set him down in a chair.
	"Ooh ooh!!!!  Can I pour cold water on him?!" Storm squealed with excitement.
	"If you MUST," Alexis consented, but barely had she finished her sentence
when there was a splash and a yelp.
	"Didn't you get your fill of pouring cold water on me LAST year?!" Bryan
sputtered.
	Storm could only innocently smile.

Meanwhile, in some oddly-located headquarters in an ice cream tank thing . . .

	"Julia!  Are you ready to put plan alpha into action?" Surd hissed.
	"Yes, Jeremiah.  We are on the way!"  Julia and Lorenzo, decked out in
full combat gear, stomped out of their secret installation and boarded the
waiting helicopter.  Choppers whizzing, it ascended into the sky and took
off at top speed for Texas.

Back at Bryan's house . . .

	There was insane partying as only MLers can party.  Darkie was rabidly
attacking the food, Liz had shed her shy demeanor and was boogeying down
with Angel and Nix, Mav was chatting with several of his good friends, and
Mike Green was being brutally tortured on the front lawn.  
	"Hey, uh, Dark?" Mav called loudly over the maniacal laughter coming from
out front, glancing over at the demon who had conveniently planted herself
next to a buffet table.  
	"Hmm?" she replied, mouth stuffed with pasta.
	"Would you mind running to the supermarket and REPLACING ALL THE FOOD YOU
JUST ATE?!"  He gave her a big evil leer.
	Dark paused, desperately trying to think of a good comeback.  Liz was
about to step in to defend her, when there was a deafening crash.
	Bryan's eyes widened.  "No . . . not again . . ." he moaned.  Lorenzo and
Julia stepped into the room, clutching guns the size of water buffalo and
aiming them with some degree of difficulty at the frozen partygoers.  
	"Party's over," Julia cackled as only evil henchwomen can.
	"Oh yeah?!" Amy the tigger sputtered.  "Who says!"
	"Yeah!" Peggy chimed in.
	"Uhhhh . . ." Lorenzo stammered.  He looked at Julia.  "Yeah.  Who DOES
say?"  He scratched his head in confusion.
	"You dolt!  I say!" Julia growled through clenched teeth.  "Against the
wall, every one of you –- NOW!"
	Slowly the MLers shuffled against the nearest wall.  When they ran out of
room, others sat on the floor.  Bryan sighed.  He wasn't looking forward to
more costly renovations if this got out of hand again.
	"What is it that you want?" Patti queried practically.
	"You know who we're looking for," Julia spat.  "We want Jonny Quest.
Where is he?"
	"That's him!" Lorenzo pointed to Bryan, who swallowed hard.  
	"I'm not . . . really . . ." he murmured nervously, pulling on his shirt
collar.  
	Julia could only laugh.  She kept her gun on the MLers while Lorenzo
stepped forward with some rope to take Bryan away.
	"CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!" Nix bellowed suddenly.  Julia fired
her gun at the ceiling in confusion, conveniently destroying the overhead
light.  She was instantly tackled by hordes of MLers, as was Lorenzo.  They
were tied to chairs.
	"What shall we do with them?" RAZOR mused.
	Liz giggled evilly.  "I know!"
	"Uh, oh," Dark sighed.  "For the thousandth time, NO WOMEN'S CLOTHING!"
	Liz's eyes glittered with delight.  "No, I have a better idea!  Everybody
huddle!"
	Bryan was, of course, booted out, because they were going to have a
surprise for him.  Several MLers howled with laughter as Liz explained her
plan, others nodded in agreement, and a few peeked up to be sure that
Lorenzo and Julia were still tied soundly.  Neptune and Jagle ushered
Maverick out of the room completely while the rest of the Quest fans set to
work.

	"Okay!" Andrea called.  "Bring him in to see!"
	Lorenzo and Julia groaned.  A bunch of MLers stood in front of the pair to
hide them from view for the moment.
	Bryan walked back into the room and stared, unbelieving, as the MLers
standing before Lorenzo parted.  
	Lorenzo was dressed all in black and sported white makeup.  "A mime!"
Bryan cried, doubling over laughing.
	Lorenzo was about to speak, but Angel was standing nearby holding a
dressage whip.  "Don't even THINK about it, buddy," she sneered.  "Mimes
don't talk, remember?"
	Lorenzo sighed.
	The rest of the group moved aside to reveal Julia.  This was more than
Bryan could take.  At the sight of the red Teletubby tied to the chair, he
simply hit the floor and started rolling.  The others guffawed along with
their host, until everyone was completely dissolved into hysterical fits of
laughter.
	"Her name is Poolia!" Liz managed to choke out through her cackles.
"Poolia" turned almost as red as her suit.
	A headset on the floor rang.  Maverick, settled down now, picked it up and
listened.
	"Julia.  Progress report, please," Surd's voice crackled through the
earpiece.
	Mav grinned at the others.  He'd always wanted to do this . . .
	"The number you have dialed is temporarily out of order, Surd.  Please
hang up, and try your call again later."

	And so, the party resumed as if it had never been disturbed.  "Poolia" and
Lorenzo the Mime were tied to the chairs in their helicopter.  It was set
on auto-pilot, and soon rose into the air and zoomed off back to Surd's
secret headquarters.
	Everyone had a blast for the remainder of the celebration.  And, of
course, they all leered happily ever after.

		FIN.

________________________________________________
Questions, food, or showers of adoration?
Send 'em here!  ackcor@erols.com
Comments are more than welcome. ^_~

--Dark Sentinel


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