Fan Fiction

Attack of the Fangirls, part 2
By Fruitosaurus

Things pretty much got back to normal for the next couple of weeks. Nobody really paid attention to Fry's claims that a group of strange girls from another dimension had kidnapped him and taken him to the basement of what looked like the home of a small family. His workmates simply assumed he had gotten drunk and wandered off in the middle of the night. Fry soon stopped trying to convince them that he was telling the truth, and life went on.

However, at the super secret hideout....

"What do we do, Commander? He's escaped and spilling the beans."

The Commander considered this for a minute.

"Begin Operation Infiltrate." she said, after a slight pause.

A gasp issued from the group.

"But who should we send? We never know what will happen!"

She took no pause this time.

"Send Monique and Carla. Hopefully they'll pull it off successfully."

"Me?" Monique burst out before she could stop herself.

"Yes, you, and Carla too. You will need this."

She held out a six-pack of Slurm.

"Good luck to you both."

"Thank you Commander." muttered both girls and backed out of the room.

Monique and Carla walked out of headquarters towards the tube that would take them to Planet Express. While they were in the tube, which would take some time because headquarters were in Canada, Monique struck up some conversation with Carla.

"Do you think we can really do this?" she asked.

"Of course. It's not like he doesn't work there any more."

"But what if something goes wrong? What if he suddenly decides to take a month-long vacation?"

"Well, then we wait a month until he gets back, it's no big deal." Carla assured Monique.

"Hmm, I dunno. I have a bad feeling about this." Monique said.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"Really? You think so?"

"Trust me, everything will go accordingly to plan. Now stop talking about it, we're here."

Sure enough, the tube had just deposited them in New New York. The pair walked around, trying to find Planet Express.

"Erm.... did we ever get the location of this place?" Monique said, troubled.

"...... Keep looking. We'll find it."

But the pair didn't find it. They wandered around the city for hours, searching for the Planet Express building.

"Wow, who knew this city was so big? How does anyone find anything here?" Carla said, defeated.

Just then, someone walked up to them.

"You guys look a little lost. Need any help finding something?" the guy said, eager to help.

"Yes, we're looking for the Planet Express building?" Carla said, wary of this stranger.

The man looked confused for a second.

"The Planet Express building? You're right in front of it, mate!"

Sure enough, when they turned around, they saw the red building towering over them.

"Erm... thanks." Monique said sheepishly.

"No problem!" the guy said cheerfully, "I dunno why you'd want to go there, though. Bloody dump, that place is. Oh well. Have fun!"

The guy walked off.

"Um... bye?" Monique said, "Whatever then."

The two turned back towards the structure.

"Shall we head in?"

"Yes, let's."

And with that, they headed inside.

Monique and Carla looked all around. Their target didn't seem to be here yet.

"Yes?" a voice said from behind them.

The girls jumped slightly.

"Um... we'd like to apply for jobs here?" Carla said quickly.

"Well, we don't have any openings right now. Not unless you'd like to become the back-up crew. The last one disappeared without a trace on Cannibalon." said the old man, staring at them.

"Yes! Yes! We'll do that!" Monique said.

For a moment the old man simply looked confused. Then, their original target stuck his head out of the lounge.

"Hey, Professor, who are you talking- Hey, I know you!" said Fry.

The girls exchanged looks.

"Yeah, you're those weird girls who attacked me at the Beastie Boys concert! Back for revenge, are you? Well, it won't work! The Professor would never let-"

"You're hired!" The Professor burst out suddenly.

For a moment there was stunned silence.

Then, Fry said, "Professor, you can't let them work here! They'll wreck the ship trying to get those tickets I have in my pocket!"

"Oh, twaddle-cock. They'll do fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's 4 o'clock."

With that, he shuffled to his bedroom, leaving Fry with Monique and Carla.

"Hi?" Monique said meekly.

"I'm watching you." Fry said, and went back to the lounge.

The girls shrugged it off and went to see the accountant to see what their pay would be.