Special: Part I

~New Characters Introduced~

Aaron & Lila

Original Date of Post: 01/22/2010

Narrator: Huh? What is this…I don’t even! OH MY GOD! I LIVE TO GET ANOTHER PAY CHECK! (Laughs)

Medea: Yes but after this special, you will be sold off to VH1 as an announcer for some piece of crap reality show.

Narrator: Ack! Curses to you Medea! And I’m sure this special you’re giving to the people is yet another attempt to make your oh-so pathetic life look not so pathetic!

Medea: Keep that up and I’ll cancel with VH1 and sell you to Telemundo!

Narrator: I’ll be good! We rejoin everyone one year after…err…everything happened. Ash and Misty are back together, Marcus is in the Big Apple, May’s in movies, and Marisa and Tracey are preparing for their long-awaited wedding.

Marisa: God damn it…I hate moving…

Michelle: Please don’t use the lord’s name in vein.

Marisa: I don’t complain when you do it. (Groans) I’m not even here for less than one year…and I’m moving again!

Michelle: It’s because you and Tracey are getting your own place.

Marisa: I knew there was a good reason. (Sighs) Who knew planning a wedding would be this difficult!

Michelle: You’re the one who wanted to hold the wedding somewhere else! I had no problem having it right here in San Francisco. There’s a nice church right near my job!

Marisa: You know very well we can’t hold it here! It’s just that all of Tracey’s family is back there and same goes for most of our friends. They all can’t afford to come to California! Now remember, Tracey’s mother is coming in a couple of days for his graduation. You promise to be on your best behavior right?

Michelle: Isn’t that something I would say to you?

Marisa: Yes but I get along with her. You are just the nagging mother who is a picky eater!

Michelle: I have a hernia! You cannot hold me accountable for that! (A little later in Marisa’s room)

Tracey: I just got off the phone with my mother. She said she’s looking forward to coming out here. Oh yeah…she also mentioned about bringing someone with her.

Marisa: Please tell me it isn’t Mondo!

Tracey: No, no, no! Matter of fact, I have not heard from him in several months. I do have a feeling that she’s going to bring my father to the graduation.

Marisa: Really? I don’t believe I’ve met your father.

Tracey: Well you see my parents divorced years ago. He’s actually been living in another state and I visit him when he gets time off from work.

Marisa: Come on and lie down. Finals are over and soon we’ll be back with all of our friends and family members…and then you and I will be husband and wife.

Tracey: (Smiles) Yeah…I am looking forward to that.

Marisa: Oh and one more thing…No bachelor party!

Tracey: Is this because of what happened at Ash’s bachelor party?

Marisa: Damn right! Where the hell were you when he was getting his freak on?

Tracey: I was washing vomit off my shoes. (She glares at him) I promise I won’t have a bachelor party. (The next morning at Ash and Misty’s apartment)

Ash: How many more minutes?

Misty: Two more. (Sighs) All this anticipation!

Ash: I’m sorry but they don’t make pregnancy tests faster!

Misty: (Sighs) I don’t know how many times I’ve done this in the last few months and have it disappoint me.

Ash: It’ll be nine if it’s negative this time.

Misty: Well it won’t be negative this time. Not as long as we both stay positive. Though we’ve been positive the other eight times…

Ash: I know you want to have children and I do too.

Misty: I’m sorry I’m putting so much pressure on you like that. I guess all the pressure of all of my friends having babies just got to me.

Ash: Not everyone is having babies! Marisa has that steel fortress guarding her! And…Then there’s Theresa from your old job! And…um…I can’t really think of anything else. But it’s just your imagination Mist. Not everyone is having babies! (Phone ringing) I’ll get that! Hello?

Brock: Dude, I’m going to be a father! I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY!

Ash: Brock?

Brock: Oh man! What do I do? What do I do?

Ash: Are you guys at the hospital?

Brock: Yeah! Suzy, do you want to say hi? (Suzy screaming) Aw, that’s her way of saying hello.

Suzy: **** YOU BROCK!

Brock: I love you too honey! (They hang up)

Ash: Hmm…Suzy’s going into labor. Hey Misty, what do you usually give people who just have a newborn? Are flowers usually appropriate? I can’t remember! I think it’s ironic giving a gift that dies in one week. Especially if you give… (Misty tears up) Huh…Misty…?

Misty: (Sniffling) It’s pink.

Ash: Oh man… (He hugs her) It’ll be okay. (That night in Marisa’s apartment)

Marisa: Feh! What do those movie hacks know anyways? (Clicks off television) You’d think they’d pay attention to the witty banter, but once again I’m horribly mistaken. Oh well! (Tracey enters the room)

Tracey: Something wrong?

Marisa: Eh…more bad reviews for the movie I did a cameo in. Well, even the greatest comedians have their bad decisions. I mean look at Dumb and Dumber.

Tracey: Hey, I liked that movie! But I’m glad you’re having a positive outlook on this.

Marisa: I may be positive…but my thoughts are singing a different tune. (He kisses her) Oh, you’re just doing that so you can get some action tonight. (Giggles)

Tracey: Hey I still think you’re the best actress and writer in that movie.

Marisa: Mind saying that if I’m up for a Raspberry award next year? (Later at the hospital)

Brock: A baby boy! God, I can’t believe that!

Ash: I’m proud of you Brock. But you realize your life is going to be changed forever.

Brock: Yeah.

Ash: You know…you’ve completely changed throughout these many years. Brock, I’ve known you for many, many years and throughout that time, you were immature, did stupid things, and had a reputation as world’s biggest pervert. But now…you’ve grown up. Remember, you’re now responsible for another life. You really don’t want to do what your father did!

Brock: My father was a great father and…Okay, I see what you mean. Set a good example and live by that.

Ash: So where’s the little bundle of joy?

Brock: In the nursery. The nurse was just going to bring him out. Oh, here she comes.

Nurse: Here you go!

Brock: Okay, Nicholas…here’s your Godfather!

Ash: Huh? (Thinking) Blonde hair? Huh? Brock has brown skin and brown hair…Suzy has light skin and blue hair…She has a baby with blonde hair and light skin. Something does not add up! (A little later at Ash’s apartment)

Misty: (Yawns) Oh…Ash. Back so late?

Ash: Sorry Misty…I was at the hospital seeing Brock’s new baby.

Misty: (Yawns) How great for him! I’ll be sure to…send him…flowers.

Ash: You feeling okay Mist?

Misty: (Sarcastic) Oh yeah, real peachy. (Puts pillow over her head)

Ash: I know how you feel. You want a baby. I guess your maternal clock rang earlier than most people. We had some time to think about it and you have your heart set on having a baby. (She takes the pillow off her head)

Misty: I made an appointment to go see the doctor. To see what’s going on down there!

Ash: So see, there you go. You’ll see what’s wrong, the doctor will prescribe something, we’ll try again, you’ll be pregnant, and nine months later I guarantee you a daughter or son. (A couple of days later at the doctors)

Doctor: It’s not that simple. I’m afraid that you might never bear a child. (A little later at Winona’s apartment)

Winona: You two go play outside.

Wallace: Yes Mom! (Wallace and Stephanie run outside)

Winona: So you might never have children?

Misty: No. I guess that would explain why my first one died. And why Ash and I have never been able to get lucky again. This is the worse news I’ve ever gotten.

Winona: Well…there are ways to help you with the process.

Misty: I’ve got a list of things I can do…It’s just that I’m feeling a little down by all this.

Winona: Well…there are alternative options in case you and Ash fail to conceive a child on your own. Have you ever thought of using a surrogate?

Misty: You mean have another woman carry my baby? I don’t think I’d really want that. But once I think about it... (Scoffs) Nah! No one I know would want to help me out with that!

Winona: Hmm… (A little later at Violet’s apartment)

Misty: Blossom is getting bigger!

Violet: She sure is. So what’s on your mind?

Misty: Violet, Ash and I are trying to have a baby…but we’re having a bit of trouble with the conceiving process.

Violet: Oh…you have that condition…don’t you?

Misty: You mean I’m not the only one?

Violet: I’m afraid not. Daisy and Lily both have it. But of course, that’s good for them since they don’t like kids, but enjoy the sex. You on the other hand are a wee bit different. You actually have a heart and care about others than yourself.

Misty: Well Winona and I were talking about having a surrogate mother if all else fails.

Violet: Misty…You are 23. You’re young! Why on earth would you want to think about children now? What I mean is, you and Ash are still so young. Wait a little bit before you decide to get wrapped up with children.

Misty: But if I wait it’ll be even more difficult for me to have children in the future. That’s why I’m aiming for now. And now that I’m aware of my condition, I’ll be prepared for anything and everything when I get pregnant.

Violet: Well I guess I have to admire that determination of yours. (That night at Marisa’s apartment)

Marcus: (Over the phone) Okay, I know I won’t be able to come to the graduation. But you know damn well I’ll be there for the wedding. I made sure to take that time off. Just for you little buddy!

Marisa: Okay Marcus. How are things with you?

Marcus: Eh…I’m okay. Slowly making my way up! I got a part in Avenue Q.

Marisa: Really!

Marcus: Well actually, I’m just a set crew monkey. But you know it’s a start!

Marisa: You better be thankful to Duplica for getting you this far.

Marcus: Yeah, she’s a real peach. It already feels like we’re freakin’ married. It’s always, “Don’t put your feet on the table Marcus” or “Don’t scratch that body part when we have company.”

Marisa: I’m glad someone is keeping an eye on you when I’m not around. I have to get going.

Marcus: Fine. I know how much you want to have hot, steamy sex with Tracey.

Marisa: And I know how much I want to hit you right now. (Giggles) I’ll talk to you later. (Hangs up) Mom! (Walks into the kitchen) Is Tracey back?

Michelle: No…He’s still at the school. (Marisa sighs) Come on, I’m sure he’ll be back in a few minutes.

Marisa: It’s not that. It’s just that I’m really hoping he passes all of his classes so that he graduates. I’m just anxious for him to return.

Michelle: Just remember to use protection.

Marisa: MOM! (The door opens) You’re back! How’d you do?

Tracey: I passed my classes! I’m gonna graduate! (She hugs him)

Marisa: I’m so proud of you! Getting your bachelor’s degree!

Michelle: Well done Tracey.

Tracey: Thanks you guys. (Sighs) Now I have to get through graduation.

Marisa: What do you have to worry about?

Tracey: My family.

Michelle: Are you worried they might embarrass you?

Marisa: Look Tracey, we all have those embarrassing family members and having a good number of them together is just asking for trouble! Although from what I’ve seen with your family, they’re a hell of a lot better than getting my family together.

Michelle: Pardon me!

Marisa: Mom, you wanted to shove Dad down some stairs…on my graduation day. But I say you better deal with it now because your graduation will be a cake-walk compared to the wedding.

Tracey: You’re right. Sure we can’t just go to Vegas and elope?

Michelle: Over Marcus’s dead body!

Marisa: Ah, but that can be arranged! (Later in the bedroom)

Tracey: Looks like May’s career isn’t getting off to a good start either.

Marisa: Yeah, but at least she has a family to fall back on. Her father is a movie star and her mother is dating an ex-wrestler. I have no one famous, so it’s just me, myself, and I.

Tracey: Oh, I do have a bit of good news! Before I came home, I sold off one of my pastels.

Marisa: Oh really? Which one?

Tracey: I just so happened to have done one of a famous actor. I’m not going to say his name but…

Marisa: It was Johnny Depp! You’ve been working on that one for months.

Tracey: How did you…? Never mind! I was outside the school loading up my works and this man walks by and asks me about my pieces. I ended up selling this guy my pastel. Here’s the check he signed to me.

Marisa: HOLY CRAP! I can use this on the craps table in Vegas! (Laughing) Just kidding! (Sighs)

Tracey: Hey, what’s with the sigh?

Marisa: It’s a happy sigh. (She looks at her hand) Ever since you proposed to me, we’ve been closer than we’ve ever been the whole time we’ve known each other. (Phone ringing)

Tracey: Hello? Dad! Oh…I understand. But you are coming to the wedding…right? Okay. Talk to you later. (Hangs up)

Marisa: Gee and I thought my relationship with my father was weird.

Tracey: His work keeps him busy.

Marisa: Tracey…you never really talk that much about your father. What’s the deal?

Tracey: Well…my mom divorced him when I was real little. But when I was starting high school, there was this whole custody battle. You see, I was living with my dad for a while and that’s why I went to a different school my first year of high school. I really wish he could come to graduation.

Marisa: He can’t make it?

Tracey: No, he has this big meeting in Europe. But he promised to be back in plenty of time for the wedding. He does have to meet the woman I’m marrying. (The next afternoon at Misty’s apartment)

Misty: (Sighs) It’s only Wednesday. (Knock on the door) Wonder who that could be? (She opens the door) Lanette?

Lanette: I’ve got the answer to your problem.

Misty: What’s that?

Lanette: Winnie told me you and Ash are having problems conceiving a child.

Misty: (Annoyed) Winona’s got a big mouth.

Lanette: Tell me about it. But I have come up with a good plan. She said you were thinking about the whole surrogate mother position.

Misty: Whoa, hold it Lanette! I said the thought crossed my mind. I never said I was going to go through with it.

Lanette: Well if you are interested, you know me or Bebe would be happy to help you with that process. Bebe was a surrogate several years ago!

Misty: Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Lanette, this is a tough decision that isn’t so easy for me to come to an easy decision. I haven’t even brought this up to Ash yet.

Lanette: I get you Misty. But if you ever want to go through with it, just let me know.

Misty: Right. (The next afternoon at Marisa’s apartment)

Marisa: Now remember to be on your best behavior.

Michelle: Shouldn’t I be telling you that?

Marisa: Shush! I think I hear Tracey’s car. (He opens the door)

Tracey: Back from the airport!

Cheryl: Hello!

Marisa: Hi Cheryl.

Tracey: Okay, here’s everybody. My cousins Cheryl and Tad and my mother, June!

June: Nice seeing you again.

Michelle: Well just take a seat and dinner will be out soon enough. (A little later around the table)

Tad: It’s great to hear you two are getting married. Well I hope your marriage is just as successful as mine is.

Tracey: Thanks Tad. How’s Rai doing?

Tad: She’s fine. So Trace, when are you two going to have some kids? (Marisa chokes)

Tracey: One step at a time!

Cheryl: We get it. You want to get married and then have kids. Smart move!

Michelle: But it’s always important to not rush into things.

Marisa: Changing the subject! Tracey’s graduating college!

June: Of course! I am ever so proud of you. And I know your father is too!

Tracey: Oh…Did you get a chance to speak to him?

June: I spoke to him briefly a couple of days ago. He’s very proud of you. (Tracey smiles)

Cheryl: Isn’t he coming to the wedding?

Tracey: He said he was but I’m not too confident about that. I mean, he already missed my high school graduation, and now college.

June: Marisa, have you been preparing for the wedding? Picks for your maid-of-honor! Someone to walk you down the aisle! The Honeymoon!

Marisa: Well, I’ve already picked my maid-of-honor. I don’t know who would escort me down the aisle yet. If anyone, it would definitely be Marcus.

Michelle: So then Marcus wouldn’t be your best man?

Tracey: No. I’m going to have Tad as my best man.

Tad: Hey that’s deep man! I’m surprised you didn’t ask Mondo to be the best man.

Marisa: OVER MY DEAD CORPSE!

Michelle: Marisa!

June: I understand Marisa. Mondo can be a bit of a pain to deal with.

Marisa: Isn’t that the understatement of the year?

Tracey: No, if I did that she would have my head. Besides, we don’t even know where Mondo is. He hasn’t really been heard from since I left town.

Cheryl: What happened?

Tracey: Well…all I know is that before I left town, it was found out that he was the father of Cissy’s baby…and then he just sends me a letter saying he’s left town and that’s all I heard.

Tad: He sent me a letter too. Something about moving to Mexico and to not look for him! You know, he pulled the same crap when he dropped out of high school. (Later at the hotel)

Tracey: I’ll pick you guys up tomorrow and we can go site seeing.

Cheryl: I want to see China Town!

Tad: Japan Town for me!

June: I do want to go to Fisherman’s Warf!

Tracey: (Nervous laugh) I’m sure we can work something out. Bye guys. (In the car)

Marisa: Your family is great.

Tracey: Hey, they’re our family now as far as I’m concerned.

Marisa: You do have a point there. (Growls) The radio sucks!

Tracey: Just check my glove compartment. I have a couple of CD’s you can fiddle around with in there.

Marisa: Hmm…Oh…I’ve been wondering where this one got to. (Puts in the CD and Four Seasons plays)

Tracey: Takes you back, eh?

Marisa: It’s been over six years since that day. (Thinking) And each day, I feel closer to you than ever. (Back at Misty’s apartment)

Ash: Hmm…You’re not in the mood? Did I do something wrong?

Misty: (Sighs) No Ash. I just don’t feel like trying tonight.

Ash: Good. It’s always good to give things a break every now and then. (Misty sighs) Misty, I know you’re upset over what the doctor said. I mean, maybe you’re just not ready to have a child.

Misty: (Growls) I should have known. You don’t want to have a kid!

Ash: I never said that.

Misty: (Shouting) WHY DON’T YOU JUST SAY WHAT WE’RE ALL THINKING! You don’t want to have a child with me! (Runs out of the room)

Ash: Wait! Misty! (Sighs) Man, she can get so emotional. (The next morning at Brock’s parents house)

Lola: Oh, such a cute boy! Yes you are! Yes you are!

Flint: (Sighs) Taking after your old man, huh boy?

Brock: Guess you can say that.

Flint: Take my advice, cut off sex if you ever reach up to five kids. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with two sets of twins. (Lola talking baby talk) Oh boy…All I can say is that it’s a good thing she got her tubes tied. You know she hasn’t hit menopause yet!

Brock: Uh-huh.

Flint: Hey Brock…I was wondering! Does Suzy come from a family full of blondes? I mean, your son does have this questionable…blonde hair.

Brock: For your information, her family has a lot of members with blonde hair.

Flint: Okay, don’t throw a hissy fit! It’s my fault for bringing it up! (Back at Misty’s apartment)

Misty: (Yawns) Good morning Ash! Huh? He must have left already. (Walks into the kitchen) Huh? He made breakfast! (Picks up a note) Hmm…Such a sweet husband. (Later in San Francisco)

Tad: Look at this cute little kitty charm! I forget what it means when it has it’s paws up.

Marisa: Oh the kitty? I just know one paw means friends and the other means money.

Tad: Hey, we all can use more money!

Cheryl: Good point!

June: Oh Marisa! Let me get your picture next to Tracey! Okay, just about there and… (Camera flashes) Perfect! (Cheryl screams)

Cheryl: Oh my God! This is so cute!

Tad: Give me a break! You’ve been screaming at every knick-knack you came across today.

Cheryl: (Annoyed) Don’t start with me!

June: Alright you two, that’s enough. Cheryl, it looks lovely. (A little later at Brock’s apartment)

Brock: Okay Brock, it’s just asking her a simple question and nothing more. No, it’s not a simple question! No one should ever ask their girlfriend if they’re cheating! (Groans) Why would she even cheat on me? I’ve been nothing but faithful! Okay, that’s a lie. You did sleep with Holly and then there was Professor Ivy. But after those two, I’ve been as honest as a boy scout. Oh what am I thinking? Suzy has been faithful to me! I just need to make sure that Suzy is telling the truth about her family. (Nicholas opens his eyes) Huh? (He puts his hand in the crib) But then again… (The baby grabs his finger) Hmm…Oh Nicholas. (Later at Marisa’s apartment)

Cheryl: Oh that was fun. Remind me why I don’t live here yet!

Tad: It’s expensive as hell, you won’t find a husband due to the amount of gays, and you want to live near your parents!

Cheryl: Oh shush.

Tad: I don’t know how the hell these two have lived here for a year and still find a way to keep on living. Not to mention, throwing a big *** wedding!

Cheryl: Oh right. How the hell are you guys doing that? Tracey can’t be making that much money, plus with all of the school expenses, transportation, and…

Tracey: Cheryl we’ve been getting along very well. Marisa’s career is skyrocketing and I am doing well with selling my portraits.

Cheryl: But how long will you keep that up Tracey. You will have to eventually get a real job like the rest of us. And now that you two will be moving out together, it’ll be a little tougher.

June: Cheryl, relax! Tracey is making good money now and pays for the rent with Marisa and her mother. Plus Marisa’s on the good foot now. I have a feeling they’ll be okay.

Tad: That and the big bucks she’ll roll in once Blood, Sweat, and Reality Tears hits the theatres!

Marisa: Please don’t talk about that bombshell. I’m ashamed my name is on that piece of crap. (She opens the door)

Michelle: Guys, we have another visitor.

Tracey: A visitor…male or female?

Michelle: Male!

Marisa: Mom, where is my pot? (Walks into the kitchen)

Cheryl: Which pot is she talking about?

Tracey: Whoa, whoa, whoa! It may not be Mondo! It may not be him! He doesn’t have the kind of money to fly here.

Herb: Tracey?

Tracey: Dad?

Herb: (Nervous laugh) I canceled my meeting in Switzerland for your graduation. (He hugs his father) I missed you so much. (Looks over) Hello June. (June scoffs) Oh Tad and Cheryl. I haven’t seen you two in a while!

Tad: Hey, nice seeing you again sir!

Marisa: (Shouting) Tracey, do I need to bring out the pot?

Tracey: No, come out here!

Marisa: You mean it isn’t Mondo?

Tracey: Marisa, this is my father Herb. Dad, this is my fiancé Marisa.

Herb: Oh…you’re Marisa.

Marisa: It’s nice to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. (He glares at her) Huh?

Michelle: So, how about dinner? (That night in Marisa’s room)

Tracey: I’m so happy Dad came! Aren’t you happy too?

Marisa: Huh? Oh yes. I’m happy I got a chance to meet your father. (Sighs)

Tracey: Something wrong?

Marisa: It’s kind of hard to explain it. I don’t think your father was really…pleased with me. I don’t think he liked me too much.

Tracey: What are you talking about? He didn’t treat you like how your father treated me.

Marisa: No…it was nothing like that. It was more like, he kept giving me an evil look frequently during dinner. Not to mention saying very little to me! You’d think he would say more to me considering I’m marrying his only son soon.

Tracey: It just takes him a while to warm up to people. But once you get to know him, you’ll find that he’s a great guy.

Marisa: It was the way he said, “Oh…you’re Marisa.” It’s like he was expecting someone else to be your fiancé!

Tracey: Hmm…Try not to think about it. He’s the type that takes time before he warms up to an idea. Give him time. He’ll come around. (At the hotel)

Cheryl: Tad…Tad… (Tad snoring) TAD! (Throws a pillow at him)

Tad: Cheryl, I’m trying to sleep. Can’t it wait until morning?

Cheryl: No! I think Marisa should know the truth!

Tad: The truth about what?

Cheryl: About Uncle Herb!

Tad: Cheryl, this is my one chance to get some freakin’ sleep. I have a nagging wife and a daughter with endless energy at home. So this is like a freakin’ vacation to me. (Puts pillow over his head)

Cheryl: I’m serious Tad! I’ve suppressed it long enough and now I remember why Tracey’s parents got a divorce.

Tad: I thought it was because Uncle Herb was caught sleeping with the pool lady.

Cheryl: Besides that! It’s his whole view on race and sex!

Tad: …OH…that issue. Um…well…who knows? Maybe Uncle Herb has changed throughout the years. I mean…we don’t know if he’s still…that way.

Cheryl: Tad…he was staring down Marisa like she stole something. He hasn’t changed one bit! He’s still a racist! (Knock on the door) I’ll get it.

Tad: Am I going to get any sleep tonight? (She opens the door)

Cheryl: Auntie!

June: I couldn’t sleep.

Cheryl: You either? (Sighs) I knew he was going to be there for the wedding…but now that he’s a couple of weeks early, this just kills the mood.

Tad: Can’t you ladies go in another room to vent about Uncle Herb? (They glare at him) Um…Never mind!

Cheryl: Tracey loves his father…but he’s been so oblivious throughout the years to how his father really is.

June: Not oblivious. Herb has always kept his views away from Tracey. But now that Tracey is older, he might throw that out the window and be blunt.

Cheryl: This can get tricky! If Uncle Herb reacts and approaches Tracey on this matter, it might come down to Tracey making a crucial decision. To either please his father or to be with the woman he loves.

Tad: (Sighs) I’m never going to get any sleep. (A little later in Brock’s apartment)

Suzy: Brock…are you still up?

Brock: Yeah, I really couldn’t sleep. But Nicholas is able to!

Suzy: He’s a really great boy.

Brock: …He gets it…from his mother.

Suzy: Don’t forget his father! (Brock puts Nicholas back in the crib) Brock?

Brock: Suzy…I need to speak to you. Away from the baby! Your son doesn’t need to hear this. (They walk in their room) I’m going to be blunt…Did you sleep with someone else?

Suzy: Huh?

Brock: Don’t make me repeat the question!

Suzy: How can you even ask me such a question? (Brock glares at her) I would never do such a thing!

Brock: …You’re lying!

Suzy: BROCK! Trust me when I say that I never cheated on you!

Brock: Tell me how you were able to produce a child that looks absolutely nothing like me. I looked through some old photo albums you stashed away. No one in your family is blonde! NO ONE! Meanwhile, you birthed out a baby boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Suzy: …Brock…it was just one night. (He gasps) I didn’t think anything bad would come from it.

Brock: I see. (He walks away)

Suzy: Where are you going? (He puts together a suitcase) If you would just let me explain!

Brock: Spare me. I’m out of here! (The next morning at a restaurant in San Francisco)

June: How are you feeling?

Marisa: Okay I suppose. I still have this funny feeling after that awkward dinner last night.

Cheryl: Funny feeling?

Marisa: Look, I honestly don’t think that Tracey’s father was really accepting when it came to me marrying his only son. I just kept getting this weird vibe all through dinner.

June: (Sighs) I guess you should know. Marisa, my ex-husband…he’s a…well he can be very…well um…

Cheryl: He’s a racist! Now don’t jump the gun thinking Tracey picked up any bad habits from his father because he didn’t.

June: I didn’t raise him to be like that. I raised him to make his own decisions and to not judge people by the color of their skin.

Marisa: What about Tracey? He talks about his father like he’s a God!

June: Herb has always tried to keep his prejudices away from Tracey. Especially when he was just a young boy! (Back at Misty’s apartment)

Misty: (Yawns) Ash, are you up? (Snoring sounds) Huh? He must have fallen asleep in front of the television set again. (Goes into the other room) What the? ASH! (Brock wakes up and falls off the couch)

Brock: Jesus Christ! I almost broke my neck!

Misty: I’m going to break your neck if you don’t tell me why you’re here!

Ash: (Shouting) What’s going on out there? (Toilet flushes and Ash leaves a room) I can’t take a peaceful dump without someone screaming like they saw Amy Winehouse.

Misty: Why is Brock sleeping on our couch? (Ash drags her to a corner)

Ash: I really don’t know why he’s here. Brock didn’t tell me much. He just said he needed a place to stay for a couple of days.

Misty: Maybe he just needed a place to duck out while Suzy goes through the post-partum depression.

Ash: I have a hunch that it’s something else.

Misty: What do you mean?

Ash: Just…something that Suzy might have done to make… (Brock walks up)

Brock: (Sighs) Ash…I need to speak to you…Alone! (Outside the apartment)

Ash: She cheated on you?

Brock: My father was right to get suspicious. When you play genetics into the equation, Nicholas just doesn’t add up! I have brown skin and dark hair, Suzy has light skin and blue hair. So how did our son end up with light skin and blonde hair?

Ash: I kind of noticed it too. But maybe she dyed her hair and was really a blonde when she was born.

Brock: Nope. I did the research. She’s never once put any kind of dye into her hair and her family isn’t blonde. There’s no denying it…Nicholas isn’t my son and Suzy did cheat on me! (Later on the streets of San Francisco)

June: I’ll talk to him later. If I can get through to him, there still might be a chance.

Marisa: Okay… (Looks in a window) Whoa! No way! It looks like…

Cheryl: What’s the matter? (She runs into a shop) Whoa! Marisa!

Marisa: I knew it! It is you guys! (They turn around)

Zoey: Marisa! Long time no see!

Dawn: Hi Marisa!

Marisa: What on earth are you doing here in San Francisco?

Zoey: We’re on a little road trip. (Marisa gasps)

Marisa: Is that an engagement ring?

Dawn: (Giggling) More like a birthday present! Our state is progressing but for now we’re still a couple.

Marisa: Oh this stupid country!

Zoey: Tell me about it.

Dawn: What about you? What are you doing here in the city?

Marisa: Well I actually live here! (Both gasp)

Dawn: Are you serious? It must be wonderful to live in a wonderful city like this. All the shops and all the restaurants and the wonderful scenery…This must be paradise!

Zoey: We’ll live here when this state acknowledges gay marriage.

Marisa: For me, paradise would be living on the beach of Jamaica! I live here because I got the job of a lifetime…or to say a career! Making people laugh and offended at the same time is like a dream job!

Zoey: That’s great to hear. We both knew you had a knack for making people laugh.

Dawn: Nothing special with us. We just go to school and work. Nothing more.

Marisa: That’s good to hear. A lot of us didn’t know where you guys ran off to. It’s been almost two years since I last saw you two. (Dawn sighs)

Zoey: It’s kind of a long and very complicated story.

Marisa: Say no more. I’ll drop the subject. (Dawn looks at Marisa’s hand)

Dawn: (Gasp) Is that an engagement ring? (Marisa blushes) Oh my God, it is!

Marisa: You caught me!

Zoey: You are still with Tracey I take it!

Marisa: Yup and we’re going to be married very soon.

Zoey: I take it you’ll be getting married back home!

Marisa: Yeah, mostly because of our friends. I can always give you guys a last minute invitation.

Zoey: Oh that sounds… (Dawn groans) We’ll think about it! (Cheryl and June come inside)

Marisa: Huh? Oh sorry you guys! I just ran into people I knew. Guys, this is Tracey’s mother June and cousin Cheryl. And these are friends from when I was in high school, Zoey and Dawn.

June: Nice to meet you girls.

Cheryl: I’m sure we’ll see you girls at the wedding.

Zoey: Well… (Dawn groans) We’ll see what we can do.

Cheryl: Oh damn, we have to meet Tad. We have to get going.

Marisa: Right, right. Bye you guys! (They leave)

Zoey: Dawn…

Dawn: It’s nothing. (Zoey sighs) Come on, let’s finish our tea. (At another restaurant)

Tracey: So Dad, what’d you think of Marisa?

Herb: Oh…yes her. She’s okay. Son, let’s talk business. I’ve got an opportunity for you to make so much money. (Pulls out the pamphlet)

Tracey: You want me to work for your company?

Herb: Think about it Tracey. You’ll fly up the ranks in no time and soon you’ll be working at the main headquarters and traveling to all of these different locations.

Tracey: I can’t do it Dad.

Herb: But Tracey, you are exactly what we need. A creative mind, an artist who can actually create genius work! (Scoffs) I mean come on! Can you even picture yourself living in a place like this?

Tracey: What’s wrong with San Francisco?

Herb: All I’m saying is that a person with your skill and your perseverance can go further than just the Bay Area. Think big like to Europe. Haven’t you’ve always wanted to live there?

Tracey: And what about Marisa? Her place is here!

Herb: Be realistic Tracey, can you even imagine being married to her? I mean, how long have you’ve known this girl?

Tracey: Seven years, give or take.

Herb: Oh. Look, my point is. Live a little before you get married. You’re graduating in a couple of days and you have a wide variety of options when it comes to a career. All I’m saying is play around with your career and find out what you want to do. And once you finish that, if you and…whatshername still want to get married, then by all means. (That night back at the apartment)

Marisa: You cannot be serious!

Tracey: Give it some time! I mean, we don’t have to get married right away. We could always postpone the wedding for a little bit. Maybe we really should look into career options. I mean, what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t have a great job to help support you?

Marisa: Tracey, my career is earning enough to support our new place and then some.

Tracey: It’s just that I think my father had a point when he told me that we should wait a little longer with…

Marisa: Your father told you?

Tracey: Yes. (She walks out of the room) Marisa?

Marisa: I’m going for a walk.

Michelle: Marisa? (She slams the door) What did you say?

Tracey: I don’t want to talk about it. (On a bus)

Marisa: (Grumbling) Move the wedding! Oh no! No, no, no! (Dials cell phone)

June: Hello.

Marisa: Ms. Sketchit, I need to talk to you and I have no one else to talk to about this. I’m heading for your hotel now.

June: Huh? Marisa, what happened?

Marisa: Let’s just say Tracey has been brainwashed by his father.

June: Run that by me again.

Marisa: They met earlier today and now he’s convinced Tracey that getting married now is a bad idea and to just focus on a career in Herb’s company.

June: Marisa, get over here so you can tell me the rest of what happened. (A little later at the hotel lobby)

Marisa: I cannot believe he bought that crap!

June: I knew he’d try to break you guys up. Sneaky bastard!

Marisa: If he were here right now, I’d have a few choice words for him.

June: Right behind you. (A door opens) And there he is!

Herb: Thank you sir!

June: Herb, we need to talk!

Herb: June, I just had a business meeting and I’m very tired.

Marisa: This will only take a second.

Herb: I don’t think we have anything to discuss young lady.

Marisa: Don’t you dare talk down to me! Father of my fiancé or not, I have got to tell you something. I don’t appreciate being talked down. I don’t appreciate you filling Tracey’s head up with crap about career in your company first and then marriage. And I especially don’t like it when you go behind my back to tell him. If you’ve got something to say to him, you can damn well tell it to me. (Tracey runs inside)

Tracey: Marisa! (She turns around)

Marisa: God damn it! Tracey, what are you doing here?

Tracey: I came to stop you in case you did something you’ll regret.

Marisa: Thanks for your concern.

June: Kids, let me handle this. Herb, I have had it up to here with this stupid attitude of yours. Your son is planning his future with the woman he loves. And instead of making her feel like a family member, you treat her like the paper boy during Christmas time. I think of Marisa as part of this family and you should too. Telling Tracey to postpone the wedding so he can work for your company! What the hell were you thinking? It was because of your career that made me want to get the divorce in the first place. That and your stupid bigotry!

Herb: It’s best for him to know what’s ahead of him now then figuring out ten years after tying the noose.

June: Are you saying that if he gets married, he’s going to ruin his life? You know, not everybody thinks the way you do. Some people have an emotion that they don’t keep locked up 24/7. Your son cares for this woman!

Herb: How he picked a nig… (Marisa gasps)

June: Oh my God! (Marisa runs off)

Tracey: Marisa!

Herb: Let her go.

Tracey: (Growls) NEVER! I love her! How dare you! (He runs off) Marisa, wait!

June: You are despicable! (Outside the hotel)

Marisa: Unbelievable!

Tracey: Marisa! (She keeps walking)

Marisa: No Tracey. I’m not going back in there. I’m not. I’m through. I’ve had it!

Tracey: I’m not going to force you to go back. Please, Marisa…Just stop walking!

Marisa: Fine.

Tracey: Marisa, I have never…I mean that was the first time I heard…My father didn’t ever say…I mean I know what he said. I was there! But he…

Marisa: Tracey, you’re babbling!

Tracey: Just…do not judge me because of my father’s words. You know I have never said ANYTHING like that in my life. (Marisa sighs) Hey, wait a minute. You know this to be true! When have I ever used…that word before?

Marisa: I know that Tracey. But it was your father. He doesn’t like me and more to the point, he’s a racist. Now even your mother admitted that! …Tracey…

Tracey: I’m fine. Marisa… (Tosses her keys to the car) Wait in the car. I won’t be long.

Marisa: Okay. (He walks back inside)

Tracey: Huh? Mom…where’s Dad?

June: He left. Well, he went back to his room and said he was leaving town in the morning. Said it was a mistake coming here. (Tracey groans) Tracey, are you going to be okay?

Tracey: Yeah…yeah…it’s just been a long night. I’m going to head home now. (Later in the bedroom)

Marisa: Hmm… (Opens her eyes) Tracey, you’re not even sleeping. Come on and turn out the light.

Tracey: I had to do some thinking.

Marisa: About what happened? (Sighs) Tracey…

Tracey: Look Marisa, what my dad said earlier, that was just horrible and I don’t think I can ever forgive him for that. But…that’s just it. I know I’m supposed to hate him for what he said…but I just can’t bring myself to do that.

Marisa: It’s okay to do so you know. You have every right to.

Tracey: I mean...we were so close when I was a kid. But because of his work, our relationship was just very distant. I mean, he wasn’t there when I graduated from high school, or didn’t give me advice when I went through some weird phases in my life. He wasn’t there. And I hate him for it! I hate him!

Marisa: It’s okay to hate Tracey. Yes, I hated my father too. But of course for an entire different reason!

Tracey: (Sighs) Marisa…I’m sorry for even saying...

Marisa: It’s okay Tracey. (She hugs him) It’s okay. (Several days later at the graduation)

June: Okay now one more! (All groan)

Tracey: I’m starting to see stars in my eyes!

Marisa: I’m seeing birdies with all the cameras flashing!

Cheryl: Wait until the wedding!

Marisa: Fine, remind me to walk down the aisle with a pair of sunglasses. I don’t feel like having a seizure during the freakin’ ceremony.

Tracey: You’re not going to have a seizure. (A little later at the apartment)

All: Cheers!

Cheryl: Only a matter of days until the big day! Nervous?

Marisa: Not yet.

Tad: We’re very proud of you for graduating from college. Not too often that you get a graduate that is a Sketchit. Unless you count me and Cheryl! (Tracey sighs) Gee, I would have thought you would be a little more…energetic and excited. Not everybody can graduate one week and get married the next week. What gives? Why so gloomy?

Tracey: Huh? Oh…it’s nothing really. Just a little overwhelmed. (He gets up)

June: Where are you going?

Tracey: Just outside for a breath of fresh air. I won’t be long.

Marisa: Are you okay?

Tracey: Yeah. (Smiles) I promise I’m okay.

Marisa: Okay. (He walks outside)

Tracey: (Sighs) So…I get married in a matter of days…But Dad doesn’t like Marisa...It is my decision. I am all grown up. I don’t have to follow by my dad’s point of view.

Narrator: Holy crap! Drama, tension, and infidelity! It’s a damn shame we’re almost finished. But hey folks, stand by for the conclusion of the special. We’re putting it up on one of the most romantic days.

Medea: That’s right. Super Bowl Sunday!

Narrator: What the…NO, you single, childless loser! Valentine’s Day!

Medea: Better than being a closet case like you!

Narrator: Stay tuned!