Wikihood/eps/5

Summary

• Leigh has succeeded in having his job for essentially a week.
• Chaos pays the utility bill, giving Town Hall a promised "beating off."
• Noelle, Mayor Meier, and Dahn are each introduced.
• Lex smokes some marijuana.

Transcript

{Cut to Leigh's apartment. It is 8:00AM, during breakfast time. Our intrepid Drow is shown communicating with his brother, vis-a-vis video chat on his laptop while sitting on a couch near his bed. He appears to be cheerful. Next to his laptop, is a calendar. The day is circled with "One Week-Versary" written in crimson ink, as if with a marker. Otherwise, the room appears to be a lot neater than it was before.}

LEIGH: I did it, 'Din! One full week at work, and I didn't even get fired!

NED: Wow! I will admit, bro... when I got you that interview, I had absolutely no faith in you even getting that job. And to think you've kept it for about as long as your other jobs? I'm proud of you, man. Say, how has ol' Jacqui been treating you?

LEIGH: I don't want to sound ungrateful to her, but she is kind of...

{Leigh appears to hesitate in what he's going to say next. He looks guilty for even thinking about it. Ned chuckles, which at least ostensibly lightens Leigh's mood.}

NED: She's a total bitch. Did you know that my peers resent having to represent her in court? She is a handful to them.

LEIGH: Have you ever represented her?

{Ned shakes his head.}

NED: Nah. Kinda wish I could, though. She pays handsomely.

LEIGH: I'm just glad I have the job at all. I haven't even checked how much got put into my bank account yet!

NED: Oh man. Look at you. Out of the forests...

{Cut to Madelyn, in Michigan. She appears to be on a laptop of her own, shopping online for apartments in the Greater Townindale area. Cut back to Leigh.}

NED: Out of Santa's Grotto...

{Cut to a glacier in the North Pole, with some houses in the background. There is a snowman in a suit, gazing upon the Aurora Borealis above. The camera zooms closer to the Aurora Borealis, and uses it to fade back into Leigh's apartment.}

NED: In the big city...

{Zoom out to show the size of Townindale, briefly. Then, cut back to Leigh.}

NED: ...and having an office job!

{Cut to the cubicles at Rosenberg Industries. A few seconds are shown, of Gordon taking many calls. From the outside of his cubicle, is Jacqueline. She looks impressed by Gordon's productivity. Cut back to Leigh.}

NED: You're coming close to catching up to me. I'm not sure if I should actually be proud, or worried that you'll surpass me.

{Leigh laughs.}

NED: But you know what I have that you still don't?

LEIGH: {stifling laughter} What?

{Ned moves his screen to show that he has installed a second DDR machine, right next to his first one.}

NED: TWO DDR MACHINES!!!

{Leigh laughs even harder.}

LEIGH: Just you wait, bro! I'm gonna get me a pinball machine, a foos-ball machine, and a big screen TV! It is gonna be awesome!

NED: You're gonna have to live in a bigger apartment for that, man. Your box is tiny.

{Leigh looks to be brought back down to Earth. His head lowers.}

LEIGH: Okay, maybe I still have a bit further to go...

NED: I should come by and visit sometime. We could hit the bar... or better yet, hit the arcade, just like old times!

{Leigh smiles, as if in a daydream state.}

LEIGH: Just like old times.

NED: Well, you keep being awesome. I've got to beat my highest score!

{Ned waves, as if to bid Leigh farewell.}

NED: Talk to you later, man! And, again, nice progress!

LEIGH: Thanks, 'Din.

NED: Anytime, 'Lay.

{Ned logs off. Leigh gets up from his couch. He walks over to the window, looking out at the parking lot at the back of the Wigmaker's shop.}

LEIGH: I was going to have some awesome inner monologue about how I'm finally going places, but I really do need to find a better apartment, because this just isn't suitable at all.

{Cut to Lex/Garfield/Chaos, in their apartment having breakfast. Lex is guzzling down his cereal like there is no tomorrow. Garfield is drinking a glass of Naminade, which is glowing a suspicious blue. Chaos is in the kitchen, preparing chicken. Garfield gets up from his seat, moving offscreen after finishing his drink. After a few seconds, he returns while holding a copy of the newspaper, sits down, and begins reading from it.}

GARFIELD: Say, did you guys hear about the old theatre from across the road? It’s apparently scheduled for a re-opening.

LEX: Oh, that's the D'Arque Theatre, isn't it? How old is it, now?

GARFIELD: About as old as the town itself, I believe. It’s been what, like... 40 or so years since it shut down originally?

{Chaos rolls his eyes.}

CHAOS: No doubt it's due to that Xavier prick's election campaign. Can you imagine keeping the lease for that long without even knocking it down? It must’ve cost ‘em a fortune.

{Chaos becomes distracted by the telltale sound of the mailman haphazardly shoving letters through the mail slot.}

LEX: Oh!! It’s the mail! D’ya think my American comic books have arrived? I’ll get it!

{Lex rushes off to collect the mail. A variety of suspicious crashing and clanging noises are heard before he walks back, letters in his hand, looking more sullen than he did a few seconds before.}

LEX: Argh, Whore of Babylon! The bastard bent it!

GARFIELD: Oh no. What would we do without the newest issue of "Nazis vs. Alien Space Babes?"

LEX: Ey, mon. You shut your mouth! Jeff Lao’s work is brilliant. And it was in mint condition, too...

{As the two of them inaudibly bicker, Chaos sorts through the rest of the mail.}

CHAOS: Hang on, Lex. I thought you said we didn't get utility bills.

GARFIELD: We don’t.

{Garfield turns over to Lex, confusedly.}

GARFIELD: Do we?

LEX: Uhh...

{Lex thinks back to the past. Scenes of him cutting up letters, stuffing them in the garbage disposal, and other acts of wanton destruction of government mail flash through his mind.}

LEX: No, I don’t think so.

{Chaos frowns at both of his housemates. He takes out a letter, reading it carefully.}

CHAOS: It says here that if we don’t pay, they’re going to shut off our power.

LEX: Pfft. Says who?

CHAOS: Town Hall. Wait. We have a Town Hall?

GARFIELD: Yeah, it’s that big building in the Centre of the Historic District, with a distinct clocktower on top of it.

{Chaos blinks.}

CHAOS: You mean that’s not the Clock Museum?

LEX: Nah, you’re thinking of Rivergate.

CHAOS: So...

{Chaos begins rifling through his pocket, then goes over to the kitchen counter. He gets out his wallet, and begins to check the contents of it.}

CHAOS: I have about $20 in my wallet. Do you think that’ll be enough to cover it?

{Garfield rolls his eyes.}

GARFIELD: Yare yare dawa. You know, I could probably cover it with my-

{Chaos waves a hand dismissively, at Garfield.}

CHAOS: Pah. I came to this town to make money, not to spend it! I suggest we go down to Town Hall, and we fight!

LEX: Uh, what, mon?

{Lex cocks a skeptical brow at Chaos.}

LEX: Fight? It’s not the best idea to go into a government building guns blazing...

CHAOS: What are you talking about? I just wanna talk to whoever’s in charge, that’s all!

{Chaos stands up from his chair, and walks over to the main hallway.}

LEX: What are you doing?

CHAOS: Why, my fellow, time is of the essence! I’m going to march all the way over to Town Hall right now, and give them a good old beating off!

{Garfield, shown imbibing from a recently refilled glass of Naminade, widens his eyes. He does a spittake, a subtle smile forming around his face.}

GARFIELD: Did you just say-

CHAOS: I’m going to go over there and get us justice. I’m going to take them from behind, and give them a reach around. Just watch me.

{Lex coughs violently.}

LEX: Uh...

CHAOS: What? Was it something I said? Y'know what? Nevermind. While you two vegetate, I’ll be putting ourselves in the clear...

{Chaos walks over to the coat rack and puts on a tweed jacket. He additionally pulls a pipe from his pocket and sticks it in his mouth.}

CHAOS: ...and I’ll do it with style.

{Chaos opens the door, leaves, and then slams it behind him. Cut to Garfield and Lex, who gaze blankly at the door, wondering what just happened.}

GARFIELD: Where did you find this guy?

LEX: Oh, we go back, mon. I gave him a lift in my camper van after he dropped out of magic school-

{Garfield blinks.}

GARFIELD: Did you say "dropped out of magic school?"

LEX: Ya, mon.

{Garfield ponders for a moment.}

GARFIELD: Is this a strange coincidence, or is Chaos like looking at a parallel version of myself...?

{Lex clears his throat.}

LEX: If you'll let me finish... we kinda became best friends after the lift! I've also helped him in his heists.

{Garfield raises an inquisitive brow, with a sarcastic expression on his face.}

GARFIELD: Heists? As in more than one? Were you always a criminal?

LEX: Nay. It was his idea of a "fun time."

{Garfield frowns.}

GARFIELD: Let us hope that he doesn't try projecting his idea of "fun" at us any time soon...

{Cut to Chaos, making his way down Main Street. He is shown casually walking along, until he collides with somebody. He regains his composure, and addresses the stranger.}

????: Whoa, watch it, dude!

CHAOS: Oh, shit man, I didn’t mean to-

{Chaos looks down to gaze upon the man he almost tripped over. This man is young and unkempt, wearing a neon yellow jacket and a green tiger print beanie hat. He appears to be sitting on the pavement, clutching a bowl with a few coins in it. Next to him is a small beatbox, playing a hypnotic-sounding dubstep song. Chaos awkwardly looks at this presumed beggar for a few seconds, before getting a sudden and startling feeling of good will.}

CHAOS: ...I am dreadfully sorry, sir. Please accept this money as an apology.

{Chaos pulls a random bill from his pocket, and puts it into the bowl.}

BEGGAR: Thanks, hombre.

{Chaos shakes the man’s hand, as he walks away. When he is gone, the beggar stands up and pulls out a much larger bowl, filled with more cash. He puts the contents of the smaller bowl inside. He snickers to himself, as he dusts off. He then stands up and walks away, whistling a jovial tune. On a corner perpendicular to the one Chaos is walking away from, Xavier and Stephanie are seen exiting a building. While he looks ecstatic, she looks exhausted.}

XAVIER: What a great day! I have the full support of San Cristobal's government, and now I will have my sweet, sweet hometown Townindale. We're making serious progress, Penelope.

STEPHANIE: It's Step- Ugh, nevermind.

{The two turn into Main Street, until they run into the same beggar. He plays a similarly hypnotic dubstep song from his speakers, looking up at Xavier. His eyes twinkle, and a grin appears on his face.}

BEGGAR: Spare some change?

{Cut to Chaos in Town Square. At the end of Town Square is Town Hall: a somewhat large building from the early 1800s, built in an Early Federal style. On the top front of the building is a gigantic clock, with a bell on top. On the roof is a flagpole, which is flying the American flag. Chaos gazes at the top of the marble staircase, his eyes burning with the embers of passion and rage. Clutching the bill in his hand, he marches onwards, bursting through the doors with an uncanny vigor.}

CHAOS: EXCUSE ME, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU PEOPLE AT TOWN HA-

{Chaos notices the receptionist, who is a young and attractive woman with blonde hair and pink streaks. He is immediately smitten by her, shown by his face becoming flushed. His foot catches on a piece of loose carpet, and he trips over. The receptionist stands up, and rushes to his side.}

RECEPTIONIST: Oh, dear! Are you alright?

{Chaos looks picks himself up, and brushes himself off. He backs away from the receptionist, before attempting to regain his composure.}

CHAOS: Haha, yeah, I'm fine, I just- Hey. I want to talk to the guy who's in charge here!

RECEPTIONIST: You mean the Mayor?

CHAOS: Yeah, that guy.

RECEPTIONIST: Do you have an appointment?

CHAOS: A-what-what?

RECEPTIONIST: An appointment?

CHAOS: Ohh. One of those things. Shit.

{Chaos looks at the receptionist and furrows his brow, in an attempt to look sexy. He clears his throat and leans on a nearby pillar.}

CHAOS: I don't suppose you could give me... an exception?

{The receptionist looks Chaos up and down.}

RECEPTIONIST: I can make a special exception for you.

{The two lock eyes, as Chaos and the receptionist walk towards each other in a sensual manner. They also stare deeply at each other, leaning closer to fill the space between them. Romantic music begins to play, as Chaos puts his arms around her waist and the two are about to kiss. Suddenly, the music stops. The last few moments are revealed to be part of Chaos' imagination, as he is standing flushed after she asked him if she had an appointment.}

RECEPTIONIST: So? Do you have an appointment?

CHAOS: I-I-I don't, but...

{The receptionist looks on her computer. She smiles at Chaos.}

RECEPTIONIST: It appears that he's free right now, actually! Would you like to see him?

{Chaos regains his composure again.}

CHAOS: Oh my gods, yes, please! Thank you so much!

{The receptionist motions to the nearby staircase.}

RECEPTIONIST: His office is at the end of the hallway. You can't miss it! I've sent him a message to alert him of your presence.

CHAOS: Thank you...

{Chaos walks towards the receptionist to read her nametag: "Noelle."}

CHAOS: ...Noelle.

{He quickly backs away once more, before looking at his surroundings.}

CHAOS: ...I really like what you guys have done with the place.

{Chaos awkwardly salutes Noelle who chuckles before making his way upstairs. The hallway is silent save for his stomps and the distant sound of crowds downstairs. Chaos stops at the end of the hall. Inches from his face, "MAYOR" is emblazoned on the door. Chaos inhales. Slowly, he turns the door handle. An ominous, oppressive air escapes through the crack and whips across his face like tendrils from an ancient, unseen evil. A bead of sweat drips down Chaos' neck. Cut to Lex and Garfield, who, in Chaos' absence, have turned the apartment into a LARP-zone. The two are pointing cardboard swords at each other.}

LEX: Listen here, Noxigar! You shall never succeed in collecting the Necromantic Armour!! Not if I have anything to do with it, mon!

{Garfield cackles.}

GARFIELD: Oh foolish Seph, don't you understand? I need the Necromantic Armour to save the universe from Zharanavuka!

LEX: But we can't do it like this!

{Lex and Garfield look at the camera. Lex narrates.}

LEX: But what the two allies-turned-enemies didn't know was that they were being manipulated... BY THE EVIL MUFFIN OF DOOM!!!

{Suddenly, Volkov bursts out from the couch, wearing a gigantic muffin costume, along with horns and a tail.}

VOLKOV: MUAHAHA!! YOU FOOLISH FOOLS! I HAVE BEEN MANIPULATING YOU ENTIRE TIME, AND IT IS I WHO SHALL BRING THOUSAND YEARS OF CONFECTIONARY DARKNESS TO ALL UNIVERSES!!!

{Volkov pulls muffins out from his pockets and begins pelting Lex and Garfield with them. The two proceed to hit him with the cardboard swords. Lex stops hitting Volkov, and Garfield follows.}

LEX: Ey, I wonder 'ow Chaos is doing with the bills.

GARFIELD: He's missing out is what's happening. Hey, Volkov, thanks again for joining us.

{Volkov lets out a hearty belly laugh.}

VOLKOV: Ho ho ho! You know, it is rather funny, da? I have been in situations like this in real life.

LEX: Whoa mon, you fought an evil muffin? Or you were an evil muffin?

VOLKOV: Nyeeeeet, not quite like zat. More like rogue government insurgents trying to start WWIII with global superpowers, but similar. My weapons were not as tasty.

{Volkov takes a bite out of one of his muffins. The Soviet Anthem softly plays in the background to an assortment of gruesome battle noises as the camera zooms in on Volkov's face, which grows in intensity.}

VOLKOV: Zey were more... 'splody. Right now, it smells pleasant, like sugar. In battlefield, nyet, all you smell is blood and death. I close my eyes and I still see. I still hear. I still feel all of it. Nightmare and reality combine into one. The feel of dread as all of your comrades lose their lives, one by one, until you are only one standing. And what is it for? Even I do not know.

{The music stops and the camera zooms out to Lex and Garfield looking at Volkov with concern. The mood changes back to normal as the three continue their playfighting. Cut back to Chaos, who has entered the Mayor's office. To his surprise, the mayor, an incredibly old man, is sitting at his chair, fast asleep, with drool hanging from his mouth. He walks over and nudges the Mayor in the arm. No response. He then goes over to the bookshelf and realigns a book that was slightly out of place, looking at the Mayor while he does it. Suddenly the Mayor jerks awake.}

MAYOR: WAIT WHAT WHA WHA WAIT WHA…. what? Who are you?

CHAOS: I’m here to settle a debt.

{The Mayor's eyes widen.}

MAYOR: You can tell the boss that I have been upholding my end up the bargain entirely! Please, sir, have mercy!

CHAOS: What the hell are you talking about? We got some bills in the mail this morning, and apparently, we owe money.

MAYOR: Oh, um. I knew that. I was just playing a fun game!

CHAOS: Right. I know we probably owe a lot of money, but I'm here to request that you waive our debt. You see, we-...

MAYOR: You want me to waive your debt? I can't do that, even if I wanted to! Everything is on one of those new-fangled computers, nowadays. See?

{The Mayor turns his computer screen towards Chaos. It is an ancient machine, running on Windows 98, and the picture is the log-on screen.}

MAYOR: I've been Mayor of this town for over thirty years, and they still expect me to use all this new technology!

CHAOS: That's Windows 98. Even I know how to work that. Here, lemme do it. There's this magical button that allows you to bypass the system. Watch.

{Chaos presses the "Esc" button. The computer blue-screens.}

CHAOS: Oh.

MAYOR: Ah, you must be a computer expert! I should hire you!

CHAOS: Um. Yeah! I'm just... fixing the mainframe. All I have to do now is... um... reverse the polarity. Hold on.

{Chaos scoots over to where the Mayor is sitting and looks under the desk. The computer is covered in cobwebs. It is apparent that it has not been turned off for a long time. Chaos presses the power button to turn the computer off, and then again to turn it back on. The Windows logo shows up on-screen before going back to the log-in screen. Chaos presses the "Esc" key again, reaching the desktop this time. The Mayor squints his eyes at the screen, but is clearly unable to see what's happening. Chaos sees an icon, titled "Utility Bills."}

CHAOS: There it is!

{Chaos moves the cursor over to click on the icon, but suddenly a purple gorilla appears on-screen, blocking it. It opens it's mouth and a text bubble comes out, asking "Do you want to download free cursors?"}

CHAOS: No, I just want to access the bills!

{Chaos tries to drag the gorilla out of the way, but the gorilla gets mad and pulls a mallet out of hammerspace and smashes the icon for the utility bills, rendering it unable to be clicked. Chaos notices a second file, titled "Utility Bills - Backup," but the gorilla smashes that as well. He proceeds to smash all the icons on-screen pertaining to all of Town Hall's important data. Suddenly, the screen is covered by an assortment of pop-ups. Finally, the computer emits a bloodcurdling scream before bursting into flames.}

MAYOR: Oh dear. It got a virus. This is what I'm talking about, regarding technology! It's everywhere!

{The mayor pulls out a 1980s-era cell phone.}

MAYOR: They even make me take calls on a phone without wires!

CHAOS: Uhhh...

MAYOR: I can probably tell you what you owe, though. Hold on.

{The Mayor stands up from his chair and shuffles over to a filing cabinet which is covered in cobwebs. He opens one of the draws.}

CHAOS: We live on 26807 Sunshine Avenue. ...Above a pierogi bar.

{The Mayor scrolls through the files and pulls one out. He blows the dust off of it and brings it over to the desk. He opens it and pulls out one of the pieces of paper, which is obviously out of date.}

MAYOR: Ah, yes! According to this, you own Town Hall… twenty dollars!

CHAOS: Twenty dollars? That’s it? Hah, that’s easy! Just let me…

{Chaos reaches into his pocket. The expression on his face turns into one of worry.}

CHAOS: Um, hold on. Just let me…

{Chaos quickly reaches into his other pocket. Still nothing. Suddenly, Chaos harkens back to an hour ago, when he gave a random bill of change to the beggar.}

CHAOS: Oh. Crap.

MAYOR: Oh?

CHAOS: Do you mind waiting for a bit? I just need to get something. You can be Handel; I'll be Bach!

{Chaos rushes out of the Mayor's office, where he is immediately greeted by the sight of Xavier D'Arque and Stephanie Young, who were both waiting outside. Xavier D'Arque smiles as he puts his hand on Chaos' shoulder.}

XAVIER: Look what we have here, Penelope! A hard-working citizen of Townindale, fulfilling his role in society by meeting with this lovely city's dear old Mayor! I suppose you know who I am?

CHAOS: Uh...

XAVIER: Lost for words? I totally get it. What's your name?

CHAOS: Felix?

{Xavier forcibly grabs Chaos' hand and shakes it, before taking a campaign badge out of his pocket and pinning it onto Chaos' jacket. He puts his arm around Chaos and pulls him close. Chaos looks mortified.}

XAVIER: Quick, Penelope. Take a picture of me with one of my supporters! C'mon, Felix. Smile for the cameras!

{Stephanie sighs, before pulling a camera out of her bag and taking a picture of the smiling D'Arque and the shellshocked Chaos.}

XAVIER: Excellent. You know, it's an honor and a privilege to meet with the common people. Remember that I represent the common man, so be sure to vote for me.

{Xavier taps the badge that he pins on Chaos' jacket before shoving himself into the Mayor's office, slamming the door behind him. Stephanie groans before entering after him. Almost immediately, the Mayor can be heard yelping offscreen.}

CHAOS: What a douche. Oh shit. I still need to get that money.

{Chaos hurries down the stairs and runs out of Town Hall. The receptionist calls after him.}

NOELLE: Did everything go alright?

{"Paranoid" by Black Sabbath plays as Chaos rushes down the Townindale streets, desperately trying to figure out his next move. He scans the streets, looking for the beggar that he gave money too. As he sprints, he stares at the buildings flying past, hoping to find something he could take advantage of. He passes by a rental store and an apothecary’s before finding a bank. Chaos skids to a halt and darts to the entrance. He kicks the doors, which swing open.}

TELLER: Hello, may we help-

{In the midst of the chaotic situation, Chaos inadvertently summoned a literal thunderstorm within the confines of the building with his dormant magical abilities, complete with lightning and tornadoes. He runs up to a teller and slams his sweaty hands on the glass in front of him.}

CHAOS: I need to get some money out, quick!

{The teller stares at him, terrified internally. She presses the silent alarm button under her desk.}

CHAOS: Well? Aren’t you going to say something?

{The teller mashes the button furiously and remains silent.}

CHAOS: Oh! I almost forgot!

{Chaos reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. The thunderstorm quickly dissipates.}

CHAOS: Right, you need my bank card, heh heh…

{As soon as Chaos retrieves his bank card, he hears sirens just outside the building. He spins around to see the cause of the commotion. Policemen burst in through the doors and point their guns at Chaos.}

POLICEMAN: Freeze! Drop your weapon!

CHAOS: Oh FUCK no.

{Chaos seizes up. He shakes a little and drops his card and wallet. Soon after, he collapses to the ground, completely motionless. The police chief, an older African-American gentleman, kicks the door in, despite it already being open.}

CHIEF: Alright you mother-

{The chief looks at Chaos’ prone form.}

CHIEF: And what in Capitol Hill is going on here?

TELLER: He’s trying to rob us!

{The chief laughs.}

CHIEF: Rob you? With what?

{The chief picks up Chaos’ wallet and points it at the teller.}

CHIEF: This?

{The teller flinches. The chief drops the wallet.}

CHIEF: Ah, you wouldn’t know a bank robbery if it came up and bit you on the septum. Lemme tell you; you would not survive a day in my old city.

TELLER: W-well, nobody ever comes in here…

{The chief looks around. Indeed, the bank is completely empty aside from the staff, the cops, and Chaos’ limp body. The chief grumbles.}

CHIEF: And the mayor says he can’t give us the funding for better weapons…

{The chief kneels down and prods Chaos, who whimpers a little.}

CHIEF: Hey. Get up. We’re not gonna hurt ya.

{Chaos lifts his eyes.}

CHAOS: R-really?

{Chaos shakily stands up.}

CHAOS: So I’m- I’m not under arrest?

{The chief scratches his chin.}

CHIEF: Well, we’ve gotta take you down to the station anyway.

{The Chief pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and Chaos lets out an anguished cry.}

CHIEF: Standard procedure.

{Cut to Chaos in the station. He is back in a calm and collected state.}

CHAOS: Aw shit, I didn't even get to eat the chicken I made this morning!

{Chaos sees Garfield and Lex walk into the station. Lex is eating chicken. The two talk to the Police Chief for a couple of seconds as the Chief points to Chaos. The two walk up to Chaos.}

LEX: We heard ya ran into some trouble, mon.

GARFIELD: You caused a thunderstorm in a bank. Are you some sort of weather wizard?

CHAOS: Ehhh, kinda? I can't do magic very well unless I'm stressed out. That's irrelevant, though. Say, do any of you have a spare $20? I still need to pay the utility bills!

LEX: Don't ya worry about that, mon. We talked to the receptionist at Town Hall and we got it all sorted. It turns out that their entire computer system crashed, erasing all bills in the city.

{Cut to The Mayor in his office trying to figure out how to use his computer}

MAYOR: Let's see here... I'll press escape...

{He presses the escape key and his computer goes to desktop}

MAYOR: Oh! I'm in. I wonder if I COULD delete the bills.

{a few keystrokes are made and a dialogue box appears on screen with the words "UTILITY BILLS DELETED"}

MAYOR: Yes! Now I'll just bring them back...

{More keystrokes are made, changing the dialogue box to "ALL BACKUPS DELETED"}

MAYOR: No!

{Cut back to the gang}

LEX: We're in the clear now, brudda!

CHAOS: But the Mayor said we owed $20...

GARFIELD: Yeah, no, we're good. He must've been mistaken.

CHAOS: Huh. Can we go home now? I wanna relax.

LEX: Ya mon, good idea.

GARFIELD: We could go on a Taco Crawl in Downtowningdale! I'm sure there's a cheesy movie we can enjoy, too!

CHAOS: Whoo, now that sounds like a good idea! Come on, guys!

{The three leave the police station.}

{End of the Episode.}