This is a tiny little ficlet. None of the Bobbys belong to me, and I am not sure if they're owned, anyway. Although Marvel owns the copyright. Kielle had a hand in creating the Cafe.
Dedicated to Mice, without whom there would be less Bobby. *dumps samoas on Micey*

The G-String of Bobby Drake
by Ana Lyssie Cotton

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Why are we doing this?"

"Hush, you two."

"We're doing this, because, well, because."

"Because why?"

"Ours is not to reason why."

"Would you all be silent? Jinkies, you'd think you were all motormouths, or something."

"Jinkies??"

"Hey, so I was watching Scooby Doo this morning."

"Dude, Velma's cute."

"You like VELMA?"

"Hey, Daphne's the babe, even if she is doing that Fred guy."

"Nah, you're both wrong. Daphne and Velma are lesbian lovers. Fred's gay and Shaggy and Scooby are 'special friends'."

"*snort*"

"Yes, and they were all smoking pot and bongs and stuff...."

"No they weren't, dude."

"Anyway, it's nearly time."

"Everyone got their attire?"

"Attire? Dude, you're, like, really pushing that vocabulary limit."

"Yes, yes, we're all ready."

"Fine. Time to re-enact the Full Monty, Bobby-style."

"Wait. FULL Monty? Man, I thought we were only stripping to our G-Strings."

"Well..."

"I, for one, refuse to go the Full Monty."

"Me, too!"

"Same here."

"Hey, how many of us are there?"

"Six."

"Then we have the correct number."

"But none of us are fat, balding gits!"

"Point."

"I still won't do it."

"Fine, fine, just to G-Strings, then."

"Great!"

"Now that that's solved, are we ready?"

"Yes!"

"Then, let's goooo!"

-=finis=-

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