It was a bright and sunny day, a Sunday. Doggett
had gotten up extra early and was typing his case report that was
due on Skinner's desk the next morning.
The smell of Colombian coffee fills the house,
Doggett had forgotten he had set the coffee maker's timer the previous
night. Needing a caffeine fix, Doggett stands up, still wearing his
flannel pajama pants and Marine T-shirt, he dusts off some donut crumbs
from his shirt.
Meanwhile, outside of the house, Mulder and
Krycek are standing out of view from Doggett. They look very stupid
and awfully suspicious.
"I will not take this abuse." Mulder clearly
states.
"Get off your butt and help me."
Mulder plops on the ground, right into a pile
of snow.
Great now my ass is wet... and cold." he pouts.
Mulder looks around and thinks to himself. Why
the hell are we out here on a Sunday morning.
Thoughtfully, Krycek is looking around the yard,
scratching his chin with his right hand.
"Mulder, we have a dilemma."
Mulder looks up at him, making a point to remain
sitting in the pile of snow, he wants to go home.
Mulder grumpily asks, "What's that?"
"There's snow covering the ground, how are we
supposed to mow the lawn?"
"Thank you Captain Obvious. Hey maybe
we could make a really big snowman and that way we can recover
the grass and mow it..."
At this moment, you, the reader, are probably
thinking: Mulder, you idiot. However... Krycek yells excitedly "YES!"
as he jumps up and down clapping his hands.
Inside Mulder's red convertible across the street,
sit Scully and Marita. They are sipping hot cocoa. Marita drops some
small marshmallows into her mug making airplane bomber noises as they
hit the surface. Scully looks at her weird.
As Marita continues to drop marshmallows into
her mug she rambles on to Scully.
"So when do you think they will notice that there's
snow on the ground and that the grass is dead? I mean... they've been
out there for a half an hour.
"I wonder if Doggett will be seriously
mad at them when and if they actually do mow the lawn."
There's a loud knock at the car window, Krycek
is standing there. They can barely see him because the heat from the
hot cocoa has steamed up the windows. Krycek is trying to wipe the
steam off from his end. Marita and Scully share a look. Marita rolls
down her window.
"What?", Marita asks, irritated.
"We need a lawn mower.", he whispers.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Why are you?"
"I don't know!" she snaps.
Scully rolls her eyes at them.
"Alex," Marita says "Go find one in Doggett's
garage. I'm sure he has one in there."
"Wouldn't that be breaking and entering?"
"Oh like you've never done that." Scully
blurts out.
Krycek glares at her and walks away, but not
without throwing a snowball, that he had hidden, into the car, hitting
Scully.
A few minutes pass and Doggett returns to his
laptop to continue his case report. He carefully sets his coffee mug
down on his coffee table and sits down on his couch, his back facing
the living room window. Krycek is running right up to it like a frickin'
dumb-ass. Upon seeing Doggett's back, he drops to the ground with
a loud "OH!" Doggett hears this and turns around to look out the window,
nothing. Must have been a bird. He continues typing.
Outside, Mulder is huffing and puffing as he
attempts to roll a huge bottom end of what will become a snowman.
Scully and Marita watch laughing at the fact that they can see Doggett
hard at work in his living room, oblivious to the idiocy before them.
Suddenly, Krycek starts pushing against Mulder
and eventually knocks him to the ground, and then without hesitation,
Krycek rolls the five foot snowball over Mulder... crushing him.
"Ow you frickin' idiot, get this dumb piece of
shit off me!", Mulder wails.
Krycek stands there laughing uncontrollably,
pointing his finger at Mulder... who is unable to move, but he attempts
to squirm. Inside Mulder's car, Scully is holding a camcorder, recording
the whole event. Marita has passed out from laughing too hard.
"Oh my God! Are you seeing this?! Mulder is like
a weak lizard!" proclaims Scully, in a very schoolgirl tone of voice.
She looks at Marita's limp body, shrugs her shoulders and continues
taping. "John, if you ever see this tape, this was not my idea,
it was Marita's." Scully innocently states.
Suddenly, gunshots are fired at Krycek, Mulder
plays dead. An overweight man in his boxers and beer stained wife-beater
stands there shooting his rifle at Krycek, who is jumping in place
dodging bullets, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Scully drops the camcorder on the seat and crawls
over Marita and forcefully exits the car, her gun drawn and aimed
at this overweight man.
"FBI! Drop your weapon!"
He turns his gun on Scully and starts shooting
at her just as Doggett exits his house, his gun drawn. Seeing that
Scully is being shot at, Doggett aims his gun at the overweight man's
leg and shoots, dropping him before he has a chance to hurt Scully.
The man falls to the ground with his rifle in hand and shoots Krycek
in the butt... who falls to the ground wailing like a girl.
Doggett approaches Scully, holding his gun on
the man.
"You ok, Agent Scully?"
"I'm fine."
Police sirens are heard as police cars screech
around the corner, before they realize what is happening, Scully and
Doggett are both pinned up against Mulder's red convertible. They
are read their rights. Doggett notices that Marita is passed out in
the drivers seat.
"What the hell is going on?"
He looks at the cops.
"We're FBI agents", Doggett states.
"Oh sure you are... and I'm Ronald McDonald.
Now shut up."
As Scully and Doggett are being forced into
the back of the police car... Krycek, Mulder and Marita are being
loaded into ambulances to be transported to St. Vince's Union Hospital.
Hours later... maybe even days... Skinner is
sitting in the hospital room that Marita, Krycek, and Mulder are in.
Mulder is suffering a broken rib... They all requested to be in the
same room. All three of them are sleeping, Skinner is watching Tom
& Jerry.
That same night in a jail cell far, far away...
Doggett and Scully are sitting on the lone bed, playing "Patty Cake",
Scully's doing.
Doggett attempts to say: "Patty Cake, patty cake...
bakers hand... make me a pie as quick as -- How does it go again?"
"I've said it so much I've forgotten."
Scully says deadpan (disappointed)
"Know any other games?"
"Nope."
"Do you think this is the end of us?"
Doggett seriously asks.
"Probably."
They sit for a few moments pondering the end
of their lives. Scully sleepily rests her head on his shoulder. They
continue pondering.
"I'm gonna use one of Krycek's cheap pick up
lines and say: I've heard the world's coming to an end, wanna go out
with a bang?"
Scully removes her head from his shoulder and
looks at him cocking an eyebrow...
FADE OUT:
THE END.