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The Day Love Stole Leela, part 2
By Cat1-Leela fan

THE GANG LEAVE THE SHIP AND BEGIN TO WALK AROUND OLD AMERICA.

HERMES: Where are all the tubes and suicide booths, mon?

BENDER: (Looking around) Yeah! And why has every second sign got Coke on it? Is it a drink here or something? Kids could see these signs!

FRY: No… Coke is a short name for Coca Cola… it's sort of a 20th century version of SLURM.

LEELA HOLDS FRY’S HAND AS THEY WALK PAST A WOMAN AND HER CHILD.

WOMAN: Ah! A Cyclops! They’re real! Help!

WOMAN RUNS OFF SCREAMING. LEELA SIGHS AND PULLS EVERYONE INTO THE SHOPPING MALL.

LEELA: I need sunglasses. Amy, come help me pick some. You too, LaBarbra!

THE GUYS WAIT OUTSIDE AS THE GIRLS CHOSE. A HALF HOUR LATER THEY RE-APPEAR AND THE GANG HEAD TO A FANCY RESTERAUNT NEAR-BY, CALLED ‘SMITHY’S FINE DINING’

DOORMAN: (pointing at Zoidberg) I’m sorry. We don’t allow those THINGS in here. Please ditch it.

ZOIDBERG: No way. My friends and the robot would never leave me.

TWO MINUTES LATER ZOIDBERG IS IN A BACK-ALLEY GARBAGE CAN AS THE REST OF THE CREW WALK IN TO THE RESTERAUNT.

ZOIDBERG: (Thinking) It is no use. Nobody likes me. I am just a bug to them. I need new friends. But now, I am hungry. I shall resume thinking in a moment.

ZOIDBERG BEGINS TO RAKE AROUND FOR FOOD. HE LOOKS ABOUT FOR BACHELOR CHOW BUT ALL HE FINDS IS A HAPPY MEAL BOX. ZOIDBERG PUTS THE BOX ON HIS HEAD AND SITS DOWN. HE SOON BEGINS TO CRY.

ZOIDBERG: Wait! I know! I shall go to the ship and find a way home! Yeah! My friends will love me! Hurray!

ZOIDBERG WALKS INTO THE SREETS, WHERE A PARADE IS BEING HELD TO CELEBRATE INDEPENDENCE DAY. SUDDENLY, PEOPLE ALL AROUND HIM START CHEERING AND SINGING. THEY LIFT HIM OFF THE GROUND AND START TO CARRY HIM ABOUT, THINKING HE IS THE NEW TOWN MASCOT, WHO HAS NOT BEEN THOUGHT UP YET. THE MAYOR IS ABOUT TO SAY THIS, BUT SEES ZOIDBERG AND SMILES.

MAYOR: This is our new mascot! The weird crabby thingy! Yeah! Love the thingy!

ZOIDBERG: My name is Zoidberg.

MAYOR: His name is Zoidberg! Three cheers for Zoidberg.

ZOIDBERG: I am a doctor.

MAYOR: He supports our medical services! Let us love him!

ZOIDBERG IS CHEERED FOR AND PEOPLE COME OVER TO HUG HIM.

ZOIDBERG: Hurray! Zoidberg is loved!

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