Repeat performance

Who: Zack, Cubie, Cerebrum
Where: The Conference Room
When: Just after Penfiddle is 'escorted' out
-----Snip-----
Once the Smiths had left with Penfiddle, Cerebrum turned towards Zack
and Cubie. "Now, the third thing we do is that you tell me what you think is
wrong with your marriage, and we can work from there. Cubie first, then
Zack."
-----End Snip-----
Cubie looked over at Zack. "I . . . I love him, but he's just so
irresponsible!! Always blundering into trouble - he's like a trouble
pinball! Caroming from one mess to another!"
Zack frowned. "But I mean well!"
Cubie laughed. "Of course. Like the time you placed bets on the
Superbowl. Not only did you bring Blotz right to us and nearly get us both
killed, you didn't even research the game history. We're time travelers,
for heaven's sake! How could you possibly bet on the wrong team?!"
Zack blushed. "Sorry - forgot that the Steelers beat the Cowboys in SB
13. Sue me!"
Cubie pointed a finger at him. "They did, because you welched on the
bet! Lenny and Larry Loan shark will break you into pieces if you ever show
your face in 20th century Las Vegas again."
Zack smiled triumphantly. "Ah! And that's EXACTLY why I don't go
there! Problem solved."
The door opened and another Cubie stepped in. This one glared at Zack
with unconcealed malice. "The list of places we can no longer go is now
longer than the list of places we're welcome!"
Another Zack walked in. "Well, why don't we just go over to Pappa
John's pizza in Havelock, North Carolina and ask the proprietor just which
one of us he called the police on."
A third Cubie followed him in. "Oh, so you want to focus on the ONE
time it was my fault. Well, let me tell you . . ."
As the three people seated at the table watched in shocked amazement,
no less than thirty Zacks and Cubies squeezed into the room, bickering in a
wave of accusations and denials.
Finally, they all wailed "We want a divorce!"
The door opened again, and a smiling Penfiddle reentered, flanked by
Smith and Smith. "If you'll all form a line, we can process you as quickly
as possible. Please pair up with your temporal spouse, and have your credit
cards ready."
Cerebrum glared at Penfiddle. "Surely your memory isn't THAT weak."
He nodded to Smith and Smith. "Plan B - the airlock for Mister Panfladdle!"
Penfiddle looked up from the paperwork he was spreading out on the
tabletop. "That's PENFIDDLE!"
Cerebrum didn't notice. He was still staring at the Smiths, who were
busy looking sheepish, not moving, and more importantly, not stuffing
Penfiddle into an airlock. "Well?!"
Smith shrugged. "Sorry, boss. 'E's got an infection."
Smith elbowed him. "You moron. 'E's got an inFLECtion."
Penfiddle laughed. "No, boys. Close, though. It's called an
inJUNCtion. And a temporal restraining order. Touch me, and you'll be
guarding a snowcone vendor at water world in 1962."
Smith and Smith, frustrated beyond belief but intimidated by the
lawyer, turned and left the crowded room.
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~Zacks & Cubies~