OrangeShoeSevenAide, Curtain Call for the Jerries
Jean-Pierre
Jean-Pierre rubbed his eyes as they stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Do you have any idea what month it is?"
Lester
Lester shook his head. "I'm just hoping it's still the same year."
Jean-Pierre
"Where are we, anyway?"
Lester
The two looked around, and then shrugged.
"At least it's not Cleveland again?" Lester said hopefully.
Jean-Pierre
"Are you sure it's not?"
Lester
"Good point." Lester sighed. "Come on. Let's find a phone. I gotta call my wife."
Jean-Pierre
"You're married?" Jean-Pierre looked at his old friend curiously. "I never knew you were married."
Lester
"Don't worry. I'm probably not any more." He shut the door of the store and read the sign again. "OrangeShoeSevenAide," he said, shaking his head. "What were we thinking?"
Jean-Pierre
"I'm willing to bet we weren't," Jean-Pierre said. "Don't try to understand the logic. It doesn't exist. Let's just go home."
Lester
"Should we lock it?" Lester asked.
Jean-Pierre
"I didn't see anything in there that anyone would want to steal."
Lester
"Me either." Lester nodded. "You're right. Let's go home."
Jean-Pierre
Jean-Pierre taped a sign to the door, because he was thoughtful that way. "And remember what we promised," he added.
Lester
Lester groaned, and then nodded, as the two said in unison, "We are never going off the meds again."
The sign left on the door simply said:
THE JERRIES
HAVE LEFT
THE BUILDING
(OOC: And they have. There's one last little loose end I'm going to tie up, later today, but the Jerries are gone. It's been a wonderful, amazingly crack-filled run. Thanks for letting me splash some insanity all over the place. NFI, but broadcast is totally okay, and OOC is love.)