Three's A Crowd-Chp61

[all of them were locked into their respective rooms, n soon nightfall came...]

Sylvia: [slowly stirs] Ughh... What the...? Where am I...?

??: Took u long enough to wake up [the voice sounded like it came from the home PA system, echoing throughout the whole house]

???: Sis!

Sylvia: Guys? Mom? Wat's the meaning of this?? Where am I?!

Dorothy: Don't u recognize tht plc? U were grounded a lot of times in tht room, if I recall (smirk)

Bill, Phil & Gil: :(

Sylvia: Wat's the meaning of all this? Why r u doing this?

Dorothy: I'm doing this to secure the family fortune, of course, n ur gonna help me

Sylvia: Family fortune? Ur rich enough as it is! Wat more do u need?

Dorothy: Well, if u had bothered to come home, u would've known tht we're almost going broke. We barely hv quarter of the fortune left

Bill: Mom, don't do this!

Sylvia: Wat did u do, spend it all on ur stupid spas?

Dorothy: I used it to maintain a lifestyle, sweetheart. I come frm money, I used to hv the high life before I made tht stupid mistake with ur father. With ur father gone, ur grandparents finally took me bk n I can finally move bk here n live the high life I should've had aftr I was supposed to graduate frm college if it weren't for me being pregnant

Sylvia: Ur one to talk! U say my bros wasted their money while u wasted ur own money as well!

Dorothy: Whatever~ Anyways, it was ur grandparents' fault I lost most of the money. They wrote it in their will tht they want their funeral to be the grandest of all the rich nobles, spare no expense. As much as I tried to penny-pinch, their lawyers made sure I follow their will to the letter. All tht money I could've spent on better things, all went to their stupid little ego funeral

Sylvia: Grandma... n Grandpa... r dead...? :O

Bill, Phil & Gil: :( ...

Dorothy: |-( Of course they're dead. U don't expect them to live forever, did u? Well, of course, they needed a little push, bt still...

Sylvia: Push...? U killed them?

Dorothy: Same way I did wen I drugged u. Laced their food with poison. It seems they had the last laugh tho. I thought I was gonna inherit their fortune aftr tht, well, I did, bt unfortunately I had to spend it on their stupid funeral |-(

Bill, Phil & Gil: (worry)

Sylvia: U... U MURDERER!! (angry) [slammed at the locked door]

Dorothy: Don't bother, dear girl. Its triple-locked n barricaded frm the outside. Ur not getting out

Sylvia: WAT DO U WANT FRM ME?!

Dorothy: Oh, I need u n ur bros to broker a marriage deal, of course, to the Hemingtons. With u four marrying their kids, I'll be able to be rich again :D

Sylvia: The Hemingtons...? [the name sounded familiar]

Bill: OH gob, not them...

Phil: (worry) They're the worst there is...

Gil: :( And scary...

Dorothy: |-( Oh man up, u three. They're not so bad

Sylvia: Who... Who r the Hemingtons again?

Bill: They're one of the worst families in all of the galaxies.

Phil: :( They've kicked orphans out of their orphanage homes just to build drinking bars.

Gil: ;( They even took away Toys R Us~~

Dorothy: They happen to be THE richest zbornaks on this solar system, so yuck it up, boys. U three n Sylvia r going to be wed to them

Sylvia: I can't marry them!! I already hv boyfriends! I'm carrying one of their child!!

Dorothy: Oh don't worry, I've already warned them beforehand tht u might be damaged goods. They don't mind. N besides, u don't hv to worry abt the brats. They practice the old zbornak ancestral tradition: they'll eat eggs tht don't belong to their blood (evil)

Bill, Phil & Gil: :O ... (angry) NO!!

Sylvia: No... No no no NO!! U CAN'T DO THAT!!

Dorothy: Already did. They'll be here in a couple of days to inspect u guys, bt I hv no doubt they'll take u four. They're in need of spouses to procreate n expand their brood, they won't be picky abt who bears their children. U guys stay put now, enjoy ur freedom while it lasts (evil) [turns off the PA system]

Sylvia: Mom?? MOM!! MOM~!!! (angry) [pounded at the door bt it wouldn't budge] ..... ;( Awesome... Peepers... I should've listened to u... Oh gob... [sobbed as she slumped against the door, burying her face in her hands]

(Speaking of our two boys)

Peepers: (playing Battle Ship with Awesome) (think)  B... 3.

Awesome: Nope, G6. :P

Peepers: :O Aw, you sunk it! :^) You've been peeking?

Awesome: (smirk) I'm not telling~

Knucklehead: [was staring at the main computer for quite a while]

Awesome: ... Sup, Knuckle?

Knucklehead: Oh, nothing, sir. Just chking in on Ms Sylvia's communicator frequency

Awesome: Any response from her?

Peepers: ?

Knucklehead: Tht's just it. Her communicator frequency seems to be either jammed or offline. There hasn't been any response all day, n I hv been keeping tabs on her communicator, just as u requested

Peepers: Perhaps just speaking with her mother... (looked at Awesome)

Awesome: Unless... (looked back at Peepers)

Knucklehead: I'm sure its nothing. I mean, maybe their planet deals with frequencies differently, or maybe there's no reception where she is

Awesome: & Peepers: Or she could be in trouble... :O

Knucklehead: Maybe give it overnight, just in case its nothing, sir?

Awesome: ...If she doesn't respond by tomorrow, give us a call ASAP.

Peepers: (nod)

Knucklehead: [saluted] Roger tht, sir

Awesome: :) ... :( Hope she'll be okay...

Peepers: :( Me too...