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Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Monday, 3/3

George Michael Bluth was running circles around his banana stand. Eddie was flying over his head, trying to peck at his hair. But it wasn't George Michael's fault. It was his shoes! They wouldnt stop and he just kept running and running and running, making soft whimpering noises and chuckling nervously on a ragged breath.

"Okay stop... s-stop now," he said. Then, "What's going on? Someone... my shoes are alive!"

"Anyone?"

"Anyone?"

And around and around he went.

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You might have to pounce on him to get his help today.

Sky was coming to tell Mr. Manager that he might not be able to come into work on Friday- or, well, EVER AGAIN- when he spotted him running wildly around the stand. He floated up as fast as he could, temporarily forgetting that he wasn't himself (http://multiplez.livejournal.com/14253.html) and that Mr. Manager wasn't likely to recognize him on sight.

"Mr. Manager? Is everything alright?" he asked tentatively, keeping pace with George Michael as he ran.

Edited 2008-03-03 15:40 (UTC)

"My shoes..."

Wait. What?

He looked over at the light. The sparkly ball of light that was talking and his shoes suddenly stopped in their tracks, knocked George Michael over, and broke free from his feet to take off running. "The light! The light!" they squealed, over and over again until George Michael couldn't hear them anymore.

"I... Uncle GOB? Are you playing tricks?"

"No, it's me, Sky," said Sky, floating close. "Er, are you okay, Mr. Manager?"

"Sky? Where? Are you hiding? My shoes just ran away from me," he stated dumbly.

Upon hearing this, Sky was... rather glad he did not have shoes today. He then bobbed in front of Mr. Manager's face.

"I'm right here. I'm the sparkly red ball."

"But... how did you..." Okay. This day was more than George Michael could handle. Someone must be playing a pretty bad joke on him. He bet it was that homeless church man.

"Hi, Sky," he sighed. "You're a ball of light. How are you?"

"I don't know how it happened," said Sky, floating down to rest on the countertop. "My friends and I had to go for a training exercise this weekend, and when we came back to Fandom through a portal, we were all like this." He didn't want to get into explaining what a wormhole was. "I don't know when I'm going to change back... if at all... and I obviously can't serve bananas like this." He then turned as Eddie landed next to him, peering closely at him. "Come any closer, bird, and you will regret it."

How he was going to make Eddie regret it was, of course, up in the air.

George Michael just stared. "This is really strange, Sky. First my shoes, and now you're a light. I kind of hope I'm dreaming but I don't think I am. If I was dreaming I don't think I would want you in it." Pause. "No offense."

...

"Oh, yeah, of course, no I understand about work. Don't worry about it. Uh... I... I kind of don't know what to say since you're just a ball, you know?"

"None taken," said Sky, floating out of Eddie's reach, though the seagull's eyes still followed him. "And believe me, I don't exactly know what to say, either. But I wanted to let you know, since... this being Fandom... I could be stuck like this for a while."

"I'm sorry, Sky. Be kind of hard to sleep, right? I mean light and all..."

"Thanks," sighed Sky. "I don't need to sleep in this body, I don't think, actually. I didn't last night, at least." What he didn't mention was that he'd been able to spend the whole night watching Troy sleep, which had been oddly satisfying... he would have blushed, had he been human, but instead glowed a tiny bit brighter.

"Oh, you're brighter. That's kind of cool." George Michael would blush himself did he know what Sky was withholding.

"Oh, I am?" Sky asked, making a mental note of this. "I can't see myself, so I can't tell." Another sigh as he drifted up to The Suit, which was hanging in the stand... and mentally sticking his tongue out at it. Hey, he could be immature while nobody could tell he was being so.

Screeee, said Eddie. He was getting more and more confused by the fact that GIANT FOOD's voice was there but GIANT FOOD himself was not.

"Stop it, Eddie. Go find your girl and make happy," George Michael said distractedly, still staring at Sky.

"You know, my Uncle is a magician. He'd probabaly pay top dollar to learn how to do something like that."

Sky couldn't suppress a snort.

"Really? It's not all that great, though," said Sky. "I mean, I suppose it's handy on days like today, when shoes are running wild. Otherwise... not so good." If he was solid, he would have shrugged. "Could be a neat party trick, though."

"You could spy on people," he chuckled. "Like, just hang around and not say anything. Neat, right?" George Michael grinned before he said, "I mean, not that I would do that or anything because it's probably not nice."

"Of course you wouldn't," said Sky sincerely. "And, well, I wouldn't, either. I don't like invading peoples' privacy. At Fandom, though, the point's kind of moot, anyway, since the squirrels see and hear so much."

"I imagine they will have a lot to say tonight, what with all these shoes running everwhere," he said and really hoped that he was not the only one to have his shoes run away.

"Yeah. I saw several pairs running away on my way here," said Sky. "And earlier this morning, I saw Mr. Tom- he owns Pizza Planet- being dragged around town by his."

"That's... well, that's terrible. You probably thought I was crazy, huh, running around my stand like I was. They wouldn't stop and I didn't know what to do."

"I didn't," said Sky honestly. "I'm a talking ball of light, so I'm not really in any position to call anybody else crazy."

"Right," he chuckled. "I hope you become yourself again soon, Sky. I'd hate to lose such a valued and trustworthy employee."

"Thanks," said Sky, honored by the compliment. "I hope I'm back to normal soon, too. It's... really boring and frustrating, since I can't do much except float and talk."

"I've always wondered what it would be like to fly," he commented. "Are you dense, do you know? Anyone try to touch you yet?"

"I can switch between being solid and being able to float through things if I want to," said Sky. "Nobody's tried to touch me yet, though. I'm almost afraid something will happen to them."

"Wow. That's amazing," he said.

"Yeah... kind of." He sighed, then began to float off. "Well, I'll let you know if I turn back to normal anytime soon."

"Thanks, Sky. You, uh, take care now. If you need anything, you know where I am," George Michael said, wishing he could do something for Sky.

"Thank you, Mr. Manager," said Sky. "I really appreciate it."

And watch the spectacle that is George Michael.

I need a nap already.

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