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Part 2
The Fellennium Files - Part 1 - Something About Smiles
From the bunkers of Project: Fellennium.... subjected to Peter Watts ranting
on and on about the better days of the FBI and the MG.... and eating god
forbid unhealthy ice cream again smuggled in with the low fat low cal, low
taste stuff that Jeannie eats here..... this is Angel "I Own The Lhama's Ass"
C. Little reporting..... now we are going to a commerical break and right
afterwards, the latest news and the episode "Lamentations" is profiled.
We'll be right back.
(two hours later as the episode is uploading to server)
Peter: Now we got them fooled on your show again! (pause, heavy beat in
backround) Hey Angel, did I tell you about my three daughters?
Angel: Yes, like ten minutes ago as I was finishing the editing to the
episode.
Peter: Oh, and you don't own the lama's ass. I do.
Angel: Okay.
Jeanannd: ANGEL, WHERE ARE MY CATS???
(a cat's tail appears from Peter's mouth suddenly)
Angel: Peter, were you eating the cats again?
(Peter nods his head)
Angel: (sighs) What shall we do with you?
Peter: (spits all three cats out) Hey I was hungry, besides you are eating all
the good food up while ranting that Millennium Times Radio show to fool
people even more. You know how much I hate that low fat low cal low taste
stuff that Jeannie eats. At least Dan Owen has the good stuff when I visit
him over in good old jolly England.
Angel: Well would you rather be alive then be killed by Mabius?
Peter: True. But I would like to see Frank. Maybe go to Studio 57 again
like we did back in the old days.
Angel: Umm.... Peter, you need to take your meds again.
Peter: Okay. Now can I tell you about my three daughters?
Angel: (hesitant) Okay fine.
(four hours pass as Peter rants on and on, Angel sleeps through most of
it as usual)
Peter: You know something Angel.
Angel: (slowly waking up, at first hoping that Peter is gone but then
see's he is still there). Yeah what.
Peter: I really need to go to Wal Mart. To get some food. I'm starved.
Angel: Okay, lets go. We'll need to smuggle this high fat high cal high taste
stuff past Jean here but...I've done it all so well in the past.
(big smile appears on his face).
Peter: (grabs car keys) I'm driving.
TO BE CONTINUED......
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