Bobopoly

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this around 3 a.m. So excuse the format, excuse any
typos, excuse the plot...
[Enzo] Plot? What plot? There was a plot this time?
[Bob] I didn't notice a plot.
[MG] Enzo-- go to bed. It's 3 a.m. for User's sake! Bob-- just be quiet.
Everyone here saw me blow up the basement. They know what I'm cabable of.
And I'd keep that in mind if I were you.
[Bob] *gulp*
[MG] Darn right. Now on with the plot--
[Dot] (walking in) There was a plot? I didn't see a plot.
[MG] (sighing) Fine... I give up. Here's a bunch of words.

"There Have Been Better Plans..."
*-*-*-*
Floating Point Park, sometime before "AndrAIa."

[Bob] You sure about this, Dot?
[Dot] It's a good plan. Trust me.
[Phong] And if it does work, think of how many lives will be saved.
[Bob] I guess so... Look-- here he comes!

Megabyte's limo pulls up, and the virus gets out.

[Dot] (getting down to business) Did you bring it?
[Megabyte] Of course.

Megabyte gestures to his driver, who hops out of the limo carrying a white
and green box. The driver sets it down on a picnic table, as if for
inspection.

[Phong] (looking at the box solemnly) This will determine the fate of the
entire infected sector...
[Enzo] {I'm sorry, but he has to say it...} Dude!
[Bob] (putting on his "I'm tough" game face) Alright, people. Let's play
Monopoly.
[Megabyte] I do have one condition, though.
[Dot] We had a deal, Megabyte. One game for all of G-Prime, or we tie Mike
to a rocket and point it at the Tor.
[Megabyte] (shuddering slightly) Well, no one wants to see that...
[Enzo] I do!

Everyone glares at Enzo.

[Enzo] (backing down) Or not...
[Megabyte] (continuing) ...but if you don't meet this demand, the game is
off.
[Bob] (suspicious {oh, like he wouldn't be!}) What do you want now,
Megabyte?
[Megabyte] I want to be the racecar.
[Bob] Aww, man! But /I'm/ always the racecar!
[Megabyte] I get to be the racecar, or I'm taking my game and going home.
[Bob] But--

Dot shoots a "don't you dare blow my plan" look at Bob.

[Bob] (sighing) Fine. You can be the racecar.
[Megabyte] Excellent.
[Bob] Just as long as I don't have to be--
[Dot, Enzo, and Phong] (practically in unison) I call "not the boot"!
[Bob] --the boot.

*-*-*-*

Much later. I'd tell you exactly how much later, but I'm currently on strike
against Mainframe's time system. Still, if you've ever played Monopoly, you
know what I mean by "much later." It's a lot.
Phong and Enzo are gone. Megabyte & Dot are still at the picnic table, all
their attention focused on the game. Bob's sitting on the grass nearby,
looking dejected.

[Bob] Hey, Dot--
[Dot] (sharply) Shh!
[Bob] (blinks) I don't like you when you play this game, Dot. You get...
vicious.
[Dot] (not even looking up) Do you mind, Bob? We're trying to play over
here...
[Bob] I would've thought that you'd at least skip your turn to say goodbye
when Enzo got those little plastic houses stuck up his nose and Phong had to
take him to the emergency room...
[Dot] Oh, please. It's hardly the first time /that's/ happened.
[Megabyte] (chuckling a bit as he rolls the dice) Why am I not surprised?
[Dot] (to Bob) I think you're just mad because I wouldn't loan you any money
to stay in the game.
[Bob] It's just play money! These aren't real units we're talking about!
[Megabyte] (as he moves his token around the board) /I/ think he's just mad
because he had to be the boot.
[Bob] Hmph.
[Dot] (to Megabyte) HA! You landed on Boardwalk, and I have a hotel there!
Pay up!
[Megabyte] Cursors! I'm out of Monopoly money!
[Dot] (smug) Guess that means I win, huh, Meggy?
[Megabyte] (sigh) I suppose. And I suppose that means I'll have to start
looking for an apartment... Unless-- Bob, you have a nice place over in
Kits... You don't suppose I could--
[Bob] No.
[Megabyte] I'll let you be the racecar next time.
[Bob] (thinking it over) In that case...
[Dot] Bob!
[Bob] Oh. Right. Virus. Sorry, Megabyte. No deal.
[Dot] (holding out her hand) I'll take the keys to the Tor now.
[Megabyte] Very well, I only wish-- Hey! What's that sticking out of your
sleeve?
[Dot] (trying to pretend she's not shoving a little pink piece of paper back
up her sleeve) Um... nothing.
[Megabyte] It was Monopoly money, wasn't it? You were cheating this whole
time, weren't you?
[Dot] (blushing a little) Um... No?
[Megabyte] Oh yes you were! That's it, the deal's off!

Megabyte shoves his Monopoly board back in the box and storms away with it.

[Bob] Dot! I'm surprised at you!
[Dot] (sighing) I know, I know. I shouldn't have cheated. I could have beat
him on my own.
[Bob] No, I'm just surprised you got caught! I woulda figured you for a
better cheater.
[Dot] (shrugs) It doesn't matter now. The deal's off, and Megabyte still
controls a whole sector of the city.
[Bob] Yeah, but at least one good thing came out of this.
[Dot] (surprised) It did?
[Bob] Yep.

Bob opens his hand to reveal a little metal playing piece.

*-*-*-*
Back at the Tor, Megabyte opens his Monopoly box to find--

[Megabyte] My racecar! Who took my racecar? NOOOOOOOOO!!!

*THE END*

REVENGE OF THE AUTHOR'S NOTE: Of course, real Monopoly players should be
able to point out the fairly obvious technical problem with this story...
(And no, I am NOT referring to the fact that it was lousy and made no sense
within the ReBoot universe, thankyouverymuch!)

So, that's it. And what in the Net did I do all that for?
1) AW said I was s'posed to.
2) Just a little hint that the Bobopoly I mentioned earlier is worming its
way onto my site. [http://www.geocities.com/~minor_glitch]
3) As was recently pointed out, I have WAY too much free time on my hands.

---MG
[Bob] That's your signature, right?
[MG] Yep.
[Bob] (hopeful) So does that mean--
[MG] Yes, Bob. I'm done. You can go.
[Bob] (skips off happily) Whee!
[MG] (calling after him) But don't go too far! I'm sure I'll need to force
another mind-numbingly random script on you again real soon! (sighing to
herself) Cute kid, but I don't know where he'd be without that keytool...