WAR: VHBB Party on!
by Jill "Maureen's Gonna Kill Me" Kirby

Day/time:  Tuesday, August 6th, 12:04am
Location:  Diane's room at the hospital

Hallucinatory Time : 11:58 (and if this conflicts with anything-- hey,
it's a hallucination.  Deal with it and move on.  <G>) 


Suddenly, Maureen was no longer doing the conga.  In fact, she was no
longer doing-- or wearing-- much of anything. 

She let out a yelp and flung herself to the ground. 

Diane watched, puzzled, as a broad-shouldered man in a white shirt, tie,
and snugly fitting suit pants strode up to Maureen.  "Maureen!" he barked,
and Maureen flung her arms in front of herself, trying to cover up.  But
when her hands hit her... er, front, she realized that <something> was
covering the critical parts of her anatomy. 

Thin mint cookies.  Pasted on, somehow (and no "pasty" jokes here,
please). 

Maureen let out a howl of anguish.  "Here am I before the mighty Skinner,
and I have no Thin Mints to offer Him!" 

(Note:  as this is a hallucination, Walter S. Skinner, Assistant Director
of the FBI, is permitted to appear.  On that note, there is a <lovely>
little hallucination involving Jill Kirby, Methos, <and> Duncan... which
will just have to be sent to JADFE, as this is a <family> list.) 

"Actually," said Kelly the Natpacker, who appeared out of nowhere wearing
Glinda the Good's pink dress from "The Wizard of Oz" and brandishing
something that looked suspiciously like the Shillalegh of Death, "You have
lots of Thin Mints.  You just happen to be <wearing> them." 

Skinner glowered at Maureen (he glowers so nicely, doesn't he?).  "I
demand homage.  I demand Thin Mints." 

"Forgive me, Skinner, for I have sinned!" cried Maureen.  "I can either
stay clothed, such as I am, or present you with the Thin Mints of Homage!" 

"Take them off!" yelled Kelly, who was now wearing green face paint. 
"Show him the proper reverence, woman!" 

Skinner winked at Maureen (causing any and all Cult of Skinner members
inside the hallucination to immediately faint).  "Not a bad idea,
Maureen."  He said in His wonderful, rumbly voice.  "Of course, I could
come take them off <for> you..." 

Diane shook her head inside the hallucination and turned away.  This was
getting too weird, even for a woman in a coma.  Besides, she didn't find
Skinner especially attractive.