One Helluva Show

"Almost... Got... It..." Andrew groaned as he desperately tried to reach for Robin's bra.

"Hands. Off. The bra."

Turning to his left, Andrew saw Eve standing in front of him, a glare on her face as she stepped forward. And once again, the girl wasn't even bothering to cover herself; too angry to do so.

"Eve, my queen!" Andrew said, "I'm -"

"Don't give me any of that!" Eve snapped, getting closer, but not close enough to get in reach of the skunk smell or the poison ivy rash. "Did you honestly think that I'd date you like this?!"

"Well, I suppose after a tomato bath and a regular bath with poison ivy soap, you -"

"You could smell like a fresh baked cookie and not have a blemish on you, and I still wouldn't date a clingy creep like you!" Eve barked, "What part of that is so difficult for you to understand?!"

"Robin?! Plan?!" Sam asked again desperately.

"I... I don't know. I'm really drawing a blank here!" Robin said, practically hitting herself over the head fist her fist.

"Guys! We came as soon as we could!" Charlie quietly called out as he, Yumi, Ed, Becky, and Henry came up to them. Much to the girls shock, they were also accompanied by Charlie's sister, Jamie, and a fully dressed Zoey; who was holding hands with Yumi. "Where's Eve?!"

"Up there!" Sam said, pointing up to the catwalk where Eve and Andrew were talking. "She's trying to save Robin's bra, and my skirt is in one of the stage props!"

"What the hell's going on on that stage?" Zoey asked, tilting her head as she saw a manatee arm wrestling a viking as a vampire sang and danced to 'Putting on The Ritz' and three robot cowboys danced ballet. "Who the hell wrote this? A drunk toddler?!"

"Apparently, it's Footloose." Robin commented.

"Oh, hell no! You do not disrespect my favorite Patrick Swayze movie like this!" Zoey snapped, "I wanna talk with the so-called director of this crap!"

"We don't have time for this!" Sam hissed, "My mom is out in the audience! And if she catches us, who knows what's gonna happen!"

"We need a way to distract everyone so that we can grab Sam's skirt out of the stagecoach." Ed said.

"And why the hell does Footloose need a stagecoach?! It's not a freaking Western!"

"Not now, Zoe!"

Becky let out a low hum in thought as she caught sight of a clown mask and an alien mask near a costume rack. The wheels in her head turning, Becky smiled as she grabbed Henry.

"Henry, Sweetie?" Becky said, "I got an idea, but we're going to have to move up our personal plans from June 12th to right now!"

"What were you two planning on June Twel-" Charlie began, only to look away as Becky began to disrobe. "You two were planning on doing the naked mile?!"

"For the record," Henry said as he stripped as well, "it was her idea."

"Maybe to partake in it, but you were the one who suggested to wear masks." Becky quipped as she slid off her panties, tossing the alien mask to her boyfriend.

"And I'm giving you to the count of three to surrender and outlaw dancing!" The thug leader dressed as Santa Claus threatened a mime in a bikini while holding up a wooden ruler. "One... Tw- What the hell?!"

At that moment, two naked figures, a man and a woman, raced onto the stage wearing an alien mask and a clown mask, respectively, as the crowd went wild at the sight. Becky shook wildly, shaking her G cup breasts and chubby ass, turning around to give her right ass cheek a spank. Henry, meanwhile, placed his arms behind his head and thrusted his hips forward, shaking his eight inch manhood.

"Ms. Peters?" Dean Charleston asked in both confusion and annoyance, turning to a young woman sitting next to her. "Is this part of the show?"

"Dean Charleston! I can assure you there was no nudity in the final draft of this production!" Angela Peterson said defensively over the whoops and hollers of the crowd. She then admitted, "I mean, we did have at least one nude scene in the rough draft between The Lady Pirate Captain and The Tax Attorney, but there's no nudity in the final product!"

"What the hell is going on down there?!" Andrew asked as he looked down to see Becky and Henry dance and prance around naked on stage. That's when he noticed Yumi quickly run onto the stage and grab the skirt from the stagecoach, completely unnoticed by the actors and audience who were stunned by the appearance of the naked clown and alien. "Why those dirty, little -"

"Whoa!"

Looking to his left, Andrew gasped as he saw Eve grab the bra off the counterweight, the young woman nearly losing her balance in the process.

"Oh no you don't!" Andrew snapped, reaching out for the bra as Eve jumped back, causing him to miss.

"Take the clothes, get dressed, and run!" Eve called out as she balled up the bra and threw it to Yumi, the girl catching it in her hand.

"But what about you?!" Robin called out.

"Just run!" Eve shouted again as Sam grabbed her friend and led her away with Charlie, his friends and sister, and Zoey. The group was soon followed by Becky and Henry after they gave a bow and collected their clothes.

"Get back here!" Andrew shouted, making his way to the ladder. However, he was stopped short when Eve tackled him; the girl risking getting poison ivy and skunk stink on herself to help her friends. "I never thought I'd say this, Eve, but get off me!"

"Leave my friends alone you cree-"

That was all Eve could get out because, as the two were wrestling with one another, they both tripped over the railing of the catwalk, sending them both screaming towards the stage as they fell into a cart containing a pile of pillows.

The two let out a groan as Eve looked up to see a stunned Dean Charleston looking down at her, now contaminated with skunk stink and poison ivy oil.

"H-Hi, Dean Charleston." Eve said with a sheepish chuckle. "Enjoying the show?"