"FF, I'm booooooooreeed!" Psnoo complained as they took turns throwing sticky darts a picture of Barbossa in the cabin. "My brain is fried from writing, and I don't want to take a nap. What about you?" She turned to her companion, took note of the habitually cheerful and hyper exterior and sighed, "Never mind."
They made sandwiches, and FF had smuggled in some potato chips and a vanilla Coke or two for whoever wanted them and could drink them before Mort noticed. But lunch didn't take too much time, and the two angels were soon bored again.
"Wha' do you want to do?" Psnoo asked.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know, what do -"
"This seems very familiar," Psnoo interrupted, throwing one of her sticky darts at Mort's laptop which could barely be seen on the balcony. Mort was so deep in writing that he didn't notice. "We need to do something."
"Well, what do you want to do?"
"We're not starting that again."
After an hour of playing Speed, Gin Rummy, and Old Maid, the duo was bored again.
"Who's around?" FF asked as she fixed a new candyette into her candyette holder.
"HF is gone, DC is gone, I haven't seen HH, DD, or Bella in awhile. Sedoo's been working her butt off, I don't know what's up with Rev, and we're missing a near muder of angels because they retired."
"Ohhh, their poor Johnnies." This was a very sad thought, so FF broke open a chocolate orange to console herself.
"Yeah. And I forgot, DB is gone."
FF shot up at that. "Let's go to the cantina! We can color."
"I don't know...."
Then a thought occurred to both angels simultaneously at the same time (as thoughts sometimes do), and they shot up off the couch.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Psnoo asked excitedly.
"I think the paragraph above yours would confirm that," FF replied with a devilish look in her eye.
"Then you're thinking that..." she leaned over and whispered in FF's ear so that those reading this wouldn't know. FF nodded and it was Psnoo's turn for a devilish look. "Let's go get geared up."
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Two figures dressed in black from head to toe snuck up to the command center. They might have been more inconspicuous if it hadn't been noon and the sun hadn't been out, but it was the thought that counted. Anyway, they snuck up to DB's center of operations, and noticed an open window that DB hadn't seen to close before she left to go camping for the weekend.
"It'll be days before she notices," they both tittered, climbing in the window.
"And in the meantime, we get to have fun. Now...where are all those
lonely Johnnies?"
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An Hour Later:"Mebbe we should leave a note?"
"Nah, she'll know we got 'em all when she sees the empty rooms. Not to mention that the computer will let her know we moved certain Johnnies around."
"Then let's scoot. We got to hide these guys and prepare ourselves. Where'd all the Johnnies go anyway?"
"In the back pocket, naturally."
"Oh, naturally."
The two desperados snuck back out the window and into the night.