Officer Schmo: All right, settle down there, both of you. We're taking you down to the Orlando County Prison.
Rod: *smiles suddenly* Hey! Is Big Joe out of prison yet for shoplifting yet?
Officer Schmo: Big Joe? Nope, he still has another year to go.
Gina: All right! We get to see Big Joe! He'll be happy to see us, I bet!
*Rod smiles and agrees. Officer Schmo rolls his eyes and prays for strength*
Officer Schmo: That's it, get in that car, you two!
Gina: OW! You don't have to push!
Officer Schmo: I'M NOT PUSHING YOU! GET IN!
Rod: Go easy there! Gina hurt her leg!
Officer Schmo: *confused* How did she hurt her leg?
Rod: Well, to make a long story short, Chris came at her with this huge metal baseball bat and then...
Gina: Rod, I don't think we should be lying. You know, in case Chris sues us.
Rod: Oh right. We jumped out of Chris' bedroom window and Gina hurt her leg.
Officer Schmo: YOU JUMPED OUT OF A 3 STORY WINDOW AND DIDN'T GET HURT?!?!
Gina: Well, I DO have a minor injury.
Officer Schmo: You still could have killed yourselves. If you two were gone, who would come to our prison all the time? You guys keep us extremely busy!
*Rod and Gina shrug at each other*
Officer Schmo: Fine. We're going to the hospital first. Then you two are going in the slammer until I'm told otherwise.
*The girls are shoved into the car again, despite Gina's leg injury. The girls sulk in the back of the police car, while Officer Schmo eats a jelly doughtnut.*
Gina: *sigh* You know what, Rod? This is all your fault!
Rod: MY FAULT?!
Gina: Yes, you! If you hadn't gotten that idea, we wouldn't have gotten in trouble and we wouldn't be in the back of the police car in the first place!
Rod: You went along with it! It takes two to tango, ya know!
Gina: *crosses arms* It was still your idea.
Rod: Hey, why are we blaming each other? It's one for all and all for one now! We're the Twin Terrors!
Gina: Yeah, I guess you're right. The one to blame here is Chris!
Rod: That stupid little elf. He didn't even realize that we did him a favor.
Gina: Wait till we're face-to-face with him again. I'm gonna beat the living...
Officer Schmo: Pipe down back there, you two! We're at the hospital now!
Gina: Officer, why do we have to go to a hospital anyway? We can just go to jail!
Officer Schmo: Nonsense! Both of you jumped out a window!
*Gina and Rod sigh and get out of the police car. All three of them walk into the hospital*
Officer Schmo: Follow me, girls. I'm taking you to Doctor Walker
*The girls follow, mumbling under their breath. The three of them go walking until they find a tall, young doctor.*
Doctor Walker: Hello there! Hi Officer!
Officer Schmo: Hello Doctor.
Doctor Walker: And who are these girls? *holds out his hand* Hello, I'm Doctor Walker. Who might you be?
Gina: Cut the crap, doctor.
*Doctor widens his eyes*
Rod: We're here because this guy *points to Officer Schmo* dragged us here.
Officer Schmo: They just jumped out a window and I want you to check them out before I put them in jail.
Doctor Walker: Um...ok. Who's first?
*Rod pushes Gina forward*
Rod: She hurt her knee!
*Gina glares at Rod*
Doctor Walker: Follow me, Gina.
*Rod and Officer Schmo sit down on in the waiting area on hospital bench, waiting for Gina to come out...*
*Half hour later...Doctor Walker and Gina come out of the examining room. Gina has an ace bandage on her knee*
Doctor Walker: Turns out she sprained her knee...
Gina: Rod, do you know how much this is gonna cost us?!
Rod: Uh-oh, I didn't think of that part...hospital bills are expensive.
Doctor Walker: Rod, dear, you're next.
Rod: I'm not hurt!
Officer Schmo: He's gonna check for internal injuries, sweetheart.
Rod: Fine. But don't call me sweetheart.
*Rod follows the doctor into the examining room. Fifteen minutes later, Rod comes out with a bandage around her thumb*
Rod: He found out I had a sprained thumb! Damn it!
Gina: Oh crap, how much is the bill, doctor?
Doctor Walker: It'll come out to well over a thousand dollars...
Gina & Rod: WHAT?!?!
Rod: How could a few injuries cost that much?!
Gina: You're such a quack!
Officer Schmo: Girls, it's time to get going...goodbye Doctor Walker.
Doctor Walker: Bye! Nice seeing you Officer! Bye girls!
Gina: Yeah right.
Rod: Hope we never see HIM again.
*20 minutes later...*
Rodsella: Can we see Big Joe?
Officer Schmo: Tomorrow. All right, girls, get in there.
*Gina and Rod step in the room and he locks the door*
Officer Schmo: Maybe this will teach you not to commit anymore crimes.
Gina: *rolls eyes* You officers say that EVERY TIME!
Rod: It never scares us!
*Officer Schmo shrugs and walks away*
Gina: Another night in prison.
Rod: It's beginning to feel like a second home to me!
*The girls sigh and lie on the beds. They fall asleep in seconds time*
*The next day..*
Bailiff Johnny: All right, girls. It's time for your phone call.
Gina: We don't need one. We have a cell phone!
Rod: Don't tell him that! Johnny, we'll take our call now.
*Bailiff Johnny unlocks the door and lets the girls out to the pay phones. He gives them some money and walks away.*
Gina: Who should we call?
Rod: Momma, of course. She must be worried sick by now.
Gina: Oh yeah. We're in for it again, I bet.
*Rod drops a quarter into the phone and both girls listen on the phone.*
Ring, ring...
*Their 8 year old sister comes onto the phone*
Rachel: Hello?
Rod: Rachel?
Rachel: Who's this?
Gina: Rachel, it's your big sisters. Get Momma on the phone please.
Rachel: Rod? Gina? Ooh, Momma's gonna be real mad at you guys!
*The phone is dropped and Rachel goes away*
Gina: Where'd she go?
Rod: I'm not sure...
*Chrissy picks up the phone*
Chrissy: Hello?
Rod: Chrissy? It's Rod and Gina.
Chrissy: Hey, where are you two?!
Gina: We need to talk to Momma, Chrissy. Please?
Chrissy: Tell me where you are! You've been gone all night! Was it exciting?
Rod: Give the phone to Momma please!
*Chrissy drops the phone and silence reigns*
Gina: Oh great. You think she went to get Momma?
Rod: I dunno. Hopefully.
*Someone else picks up the phone*
Skye: Is someone there?
Rod: Skye? Is that you?
Skye: ROD?! IS GINA WITH YOU TOO?!
Gina: Yes, I'm here.
Skye: *drops the phone and shouts* Hey, Niki! It's Rod and Gina!
*Niki's voice is heard from the background!*
Niki: Awesome! What'd they do? How long are they gonna be in jail this time?
Gina: Aren't any of you gonna let us talk to Momma?!?!
*They hear silence again*
Rod: *groans* By the time we get ahold of her, it'll be Christmas.
*Someone else picks up the phone*
Momma Isolde: Hello?
Gina: Momma?! Finally! It's us! Gina and Rod!
Momma Isolde: Thank GOD! I was worried sick over here! What's wrong with you girls, running away like that?!
Rod: We didn't mean to worry all of you! See, we got an idea two nights ago and...
Gina: ROD got the idea!
Rod: Whatever! It was for a good cause!
Momma Isolde: *sigh* What did you do this time?
Rod: Well...we're in prison...
Momma Isolde: AGAIN?!
Gina: Please don't get angry! It wasn't our fault, we swear!
Momma Isolde: Riiight...what happened?
Rod: It's that little elf, Chris Kirkpatrick...
Momma Isolde: Oh! That sexy little elf, huh? Umm...excuse me, girls, please continue.
Rod: We're in jail because of him!
Momma Isolde? WHAT?! Wait till I get my hands on him!
Gina: All we did was sneak into his bedroom last night and shave off his devil horns! He called the police on us and we got arrested!
Momma Isolde: Did you get a good look at what he was wearing? Did he look nice?
Gina & Rod: Yes, Momma.
Rod: We have it all on video tape.
Momma Isolde: Then I'm proud of you two! You shaved off those god-awful devil horns! I have the most wonderful daughters!
Rod: Yay! So you're not mad at us?
Momma Isolde: Hold on, I'm not finished. You still committed another crime, after you promised me you wouldn't. After I bail you out of jail, you're both punished for around 2 or 3 weeks. You'd be punished for longer than that, but it was for a very good cause.
Gina: Oh damn. I knew we wouldn't get off easy.
Rod: Well, just as long as we don't have to see those devil horns again.
Momma Isolde: That's what counts, right?
Rod & Gina: Yes, of course.
Momma Isolde: Oh hold on, girls, I have another call.
Gina: *to Rod* She took that better than I thought she would
Rod: *shrugs* Yeah, at least she saw our point. It's great to have a mother who is an NSYNC fan.
Gina: Wait, we didn't tell her about the hospital bill.
Rod: Let's not spoil the moment. We'll do that later.
Gina: Yeah, I agree.
*Momma Isolde comes back on the phone*
Momma Isolde: I'm sorry, I must go now, girls. Your Aunt Delia is on the other line.
Rod: Aunt Delia is talking to you? Can we please talk to her?
Gina: Yeah, please? She'll think what we did was cool!
Momma Isolde: That's what I'm afraid of. Your other sisters are all talking about the wonderful deed you did for Chris Kirkpatrick.
Rod: Then we did our job for NSYNC fans everywhere!
Gina: So, can we talk to Aunt Delia?
Momma Isolde: I'm sorry girls, but you know the rules. No outside contact with other people when you're in jail.
Gina: But you're outside contact!
Momma Isolde: True, but that's different. I'm your mother.
Rod: Oh, fine. We'll talk to her when we get back. Bye Momma.
Gina: Bye!
Momma Isolde: Bye girls.
Bailiff Johnny: Girls, get back in there. You have a visitor.
Gina & Rod: BIG JOE!
Big Joe: Hiya girls!
*They hug and have a reunion*
Big Joe: What got you in here this time?
Rod: You'll never guess...
*Just as they tell finish telling Joe the story, the bailiff comes back*
Bailiff Johnny: Girls! You have another visitor!
Gina: Cool, who is it, Johnny?
Bailiff Johnny: It's a man named Chris Kirkpatrick.
Big Joe: Hey, it's that jerk you were just talking about!
Rod: Dayum, that boy hasn't had enough, huh?
Bailiff Johnny: Should I send him in or not?
Gina & Rod: Yes!
*Bailiff Johnny disappears to get Chris*
Big Joe: *massages knuckles* If he tries anything to insult you girls, I got it covered!
Rod: It's all right, Joe.
Gina: Yeah, we can handle it.
*Bailiff Johnny returns with Chris right behind him*
Chris: Well, well, well! Look at you two! Ya'll are in jail. Boo-hoo.
Gina: Quit faking the sympathy! You did this to us!
Rod: You could have thanked us and let us off easy, but nooo! You had to get us thrown into juevenile hall!!
Chris: Damn straight I did! You're gonna pay for sneaking around and cutting off my horns!! I'm gonna sue your asses, you two psychos!
Rod: Ugh, I thought you were a little more friendly, Kirkpatrick.
Chris: That's Mr. Kirkpatrick to you, missy!
Rod: Yeah, whatever, Chris.
Gina: *whispers to Rod* We're gonna need a lawyer now! He's gonna sue us big-time!
Rod: Uh-oh, that's right! Chris, are you getting a lawyer or representing yourself?
Chris: I'm representing myself! Who's gonna believe you two?!
*Big Joe gets up and grabs Chris by the shirt*
Big Joe: I'm just about sick and tired of you insulting my girls! KNOCK IT OFF, SHORTY!
Chris: *gulps* Sorry, sir. Really I am. I didn't mean it!
Rod: You can sit down now, Joe. Don't worry.
Gina: Thanks though. You're a sweetie.
*Big Joe smiles and sits down again, not taking his eyes off Chris*
Rod: Hey, Chris! Have you ever heard of Isolde?
Chris: *shocked* How do you know her? How can you possibly know who she is?
Gina: Chris, she's our mother. Of course we know her.
Chris: You're kidding me! I didn't know Isolde had daughters! She didn't have any the last time she beat...I mean, the last time I saw her. It really has been awhile...
Rod: Well she has daughters now. Six of 'em. We have 4 other sisters.
Chris: SIX?! Wow, whe's kept herself busy!
Gina: Yes well, how would you feel if she was our lawyer?
Chris: WHAT?! Hey wait now, don't call HER! I'm sure we can work something out!
Gina: What's the matter, Chris? Oh, I know! You're afraid of Isolde!
Chris: No that's a lie! I'm not afraid of Isolde!
Rod: Chris, we don't want to lose all our money if you sue us. You're going to have to face her again, you 'fraidy cat!
Chris: Please...I beg of you, don't call her!
Gina: *whips out cell phone and dials a number* Sorry 'bout that, Chris. That's the breaks.
Chris: FUCK! I should have known smartasses like you had contact with Isolde! Damn it! I knew I would have to face her again someday!
Gina: *ignores Chris* Hello? Momma, it's Gina and Rod again.
Momma Isolde: What's up now, girls?
*Rod grabs the phone from Gina*
Rod: Momma, Chris is gonna sue us!
Momma Isolde: WHAT?! That jerk! How could he do this to you? He knows who I am, right?
Rod: Yeah, he was pretty darn afraid of you too!
*While Isolde laughs her ass off, Gina grabs the phone back from Rod*
Gina: Wait, we wanted to ask you a favor! We need a good lawyer, since he's gonna sue us for every penny we've got! You up for taking the job?
Momma Isolde: Are you kidding me? Of course I'll represent my daughters in court!
Chris: *meekly* What'd she say?
Gina: She said she'll do it!
Chris: *groans* Aww, shit!
Momma Isolde: Let me talk to him.
Gina: She wants to talk to you, Chris!
*Chris shakes his head 'no'*
*Rod grabs the phone away from Gina*
Rod: Momma, he said no!
Momma Isolde: No?! Tell him don't make me come down there!
Rod: Chris, she said don't make me come down there!
*Chris gulps and takes the phone*
Chris: H-hello?
Momma Isolde: Chris, dear! It's been such a long time. You doing ok, hon?
Chris: Uh, yes I suppose. How are you?
Momma Isolde: Just peachy, except for the fact that you're sueing my daughters.
Chris: That's correct...uh....
Momma Isolde: Say it!
Chris: I'm not calling you that name anymore, Isolde! That happened so long ago!
Momma Isolde: Aww, but Chris! I loved it when you used to call me that! If you don't, I'm threatening to give you another good old-fashioned beating!
Chris: *freaked out* All right...Mistress.
Momma Isolde: Good boy. Now, I want you to know I've never lost a case, buster! You're going down! I'm sure you remember what happened in 'Isolde Sues NSYNC'...
*Chris thinks back for a second. He drops the phone and screams. He runs away in terror.*
*Rod picks up the phone*
Rod: Momma, you still there?
Momma Isolde: Yes, I'm here. Oh dear, I guess I startled him. I didn't mean it!
Rod: That's ok. We'll see you in court, right Momma?
Momma Isolde: Right! I have to go now. See you in a bit. Goodbye girls.
Gina & Rod: Bye!
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