Scene One: The home of Milo Fenderbender. One day ago. Milo is speaking with Vickie Wickie on the telephone.
Milo: Hi, Vickie. What's up?
Vickie's voice: Any more news yet about the Skipster, Luke, or Tara?
Milo: Give it time, Vickie!
Vickie's voice: We haven't got time! The Foxster is being released from the hospital tomorrow, and according to that idiot Carla, the Skipster called and said he and Gretchen will be coming home in a few days!
Vickie's voice: Who knows? You don't expect Carla to deliver two coherent messages in a row, do you?
Milo: But why the rush? Just because your two bosses will be back in action doesn't mean...
Vickie's voice (interrupting): I'm tired of waiting around, sitting on my hands!
Milo: You could always sit on my hands...
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Scene Two: Outside the main lobby of Pleasantview Community Hospital on the Foxster's release day, one day later. Tara wheels the Foxster out toward the limo, where Luke is waiting.
Suddenly Dr. Jane Kildeer, Nurse Betty, and Frank the EMT appear in front of them. They all have sly smiles on their faces.
Betty: Did you really think we were gonna let our "ornery patient of the year" out the door without a little something?
Tara (feigning surprise): David, ornery? No!
Betty hands him a card. It reads, "Glad you're well..." The Foxster opens the card. "You cantankerous old bastard!" Nurse Betty, Dr. Kildeer, and Frank have all signed it with "To David. We DON'T want to see you back!" They all laugh.
Tara (laughing, while reading over the Foxster's shoulder): I can't believe they make greeting cards like that!
Foxster (getting up from his wheelchair): I can. I wrote some of them myself, back in the early days... (brief pause) I'm sorry if I was a big pain in the ass...
Dr. Kildeer: That's okay, David. You can't help who you are. (Dr. Kildeer winks.) And congratulations on buying the Old Fenneman Estate. It'll do you a world of good.
The Foxster smiles and all five form a group hug.
Foxster: Thank you. You guys are really great.
Dr. Kildeer takes the Foxster's confiscated pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her white coat.
Dr. Kildeer: I believe these are yours.
Foxster: Keep them. (smiling) I can live without 'em.
Frank: Uhh... Mr. Foxster?
Foxster: Please, call me David. But go on, Frank.
Frank: Umm... David... Do you think I could be a movie star someday?
Foxster (chuckling): I'll see what I can do.
The staff goes inside. Foxster and Tara walk the short distance to the limo, arm-in-arm.
Foxster: Ya know, hon... this is a pretty nice hospital. But their ER could use some new things...
Tara: They could certainly use some newer magazines...
Foxster: Maybe I'll make a personal donation. What do you think?
Tara: Maybe it can be from the both of us.
Foxster: Well, a "personal donation" means it comes out of my private bank account.
Tara (looking slightly hurt): Oh. I can't be part of this?
Foxster: Oh, I didn't mean it that way. If you want to contribute, I'll help you out...
Tara (smiling): That may not be necessary.
The Foxster looks at Tara quizzically, but says nothing. They have arrived at the limo. Luke smiles and opens the rear passenger side door for them.
Luke: Nice to see that you're "free" again, Mr. Foxster.
Foxster: Thanks, Luke.
Tara (entering the limo): You're all heart, David.
Foxster (doing a perfect Stan Laurel impression, after a pause): I certainly hope so. (in his normal voice) Well... Let's go close on the new house, shall we? (
As the Foxster enters the limo, he starts humming "Three Stars Will Shine Tonight.")
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A load of thanks goes out to "Dreamhaven" of the Tangled Webs blog for her invaluable assistance in this storyline.