Hello, Fandom High! I'm Jenny Sparks, Reno appears to have buggered off somewhere or maybe forgotten it's Tuesday, and this is Booze and News. Normally this would be the witty banter part of our program... I'm Jenny Sparks, these are some squirrels, this-- *sloshy slosh* is a bottle of rum, Reno's probably dead in a ditch somewhere, and remember, you didn't need those brain cells anyhow. Good night

Reno: So! Another Tuesday, yo. And we got classes again. You know, just when you think you got a good thing goin', the school year reasserts itself like some kinda... educational... institutional...... Reno: ... Sonofa[[CENSOR BEEP]]! Good night, Fandom. This is Reno, takin' off before they find more acorns, yo. Jenny: And this is Jenny. Looking for more acorns. *That Song plays

Reno: Yo, Fandom! Tuesday night, yet again. On a nice, normal, sloooow day here on the island. I just gotta say, here and now, how glad I am I get to do this broadcastin' bit on Tuesdays. It's like gettin'...free of love octagons and evil twins- unless there's somethin' my cohost ain't tellin' me- signing off, zoto. Jenny: No, that's my successor's trick. Say good night, Reno. Reno: Good night, Reno

Jenny was behind the counter at Pixie Dust, in case anyone needed a last-minute Homecoming dress. There were lots and lots of formal - type dresses , plus tuxedos and suits . And, of course... they mustn't forget new shoes . After a while, Jenny went and yanked a dress in her size off the rack and studied it with a critical eye for a moment. It would do. Pixie Dust was open

Reno: -- Yes, I know you've brought booze. I'm just sayin', squirrels, that ain't gonna be enough. I got possible pay cuts to take into consideration, now. You're little furry heroes, keepin' a hard... Learned about it in that Comparative Religiosity class thing. Jenny: April First is April Fool's Da--you gave me a fruit basket because YOU THINK I'M STUPID? Reno: ... Night, Fandom! *dead air

Jenny couldn't find her cigarettes. That would teach her to make fun of people who lost stuff on the radio. Well, no, actually, all it would do would be annoy her greatly. Anyone coming into Pixie Dust was going to have to deal with a cranky, nicotine-deprived clerk, but the store was open.

*Sloshysloshysloshy* Reno: That's the ticket, yo! A Tuesday night complete with booze! Variety, even. Got some tequila, some rum, vodka's sittin' over there, here's some whiskey for good measure, and...glug glug* Ah. For Booze n' News, folks, I'm Jenny. He's Reno. Reno: Night, Fandom! We gotta long night of boozin' done, now that we're done the... uh.. newsin'? Reno, out and *hic*. *dead air

While Jenny may have had a really excellent reason for blowing off work last week, that was not the case this week, so here she was, except for when she was at the student council meeting, sitting behind the counter and pondering if anyone would mind if she rearranged the mannequins into poses from the Kama Sutra . Pixie Dust was open.

Reno: --Whaddaya mean, the mangy bedheaded pirate guy drank all the freakin' rum? No, no stop hangin' out in the corner, I ain't gonna turn into some kinda clown- the heck, you guys! Just get us some...drink you under the table. Reno: Tonight's a good night to be under the table, yo. Good night, Fandom. Happy birthday Ino! First drink's 'cause of you, yo. C'mon Jenny. Squirrel. *dead air

Jenny had encountered a few skunk-types on her way into town, and had decided they probably wouldn't add much to the store's decor. So she'd posted a polite (for her) sign on the door, way down at skunk eye level, and set out a few dishes full of booze on the sidewalk as additional encouragement for the skunks to bugger off. She was innovative like that.