Chapter One
"Hey thanks for covering me on that Clinton bit," Conan said.
"No problem Bud-ie" Andy replied in a sing song sort of way.
Another week was over, and they were on their way home for the day.
Conan and Andy made small talk on the way to the parking garage in the
elevator, but something was amiss. They had been sensing it all day, so
they were a little nervous. All of a sudden an ear aching sound of metal
rubbing metal was heard and the power went out. The emergency lights
went on a second later.
"Great, just great…"Andy whined, "Sarah and I were going to go to
Illinois to see relatives, the flight leaves in three hours."
"Don't worry," Conan said placing a reassuring hand on Andy's shoulder,
"Someone will come and get us. I'll use the emergency phone."
Conan opened the little box to find the wires cut and a cryptic message:
"You'll never make it."
"Dude, creepy." Andy said nervously.
"This can only be the work of one man, our enemy and rival: Tom Snyder."
Conan said. "You know what we have to do…"
A flash lightening and a boom of thunder and a smoke cloud filled the
elevator. Out of the smoke stepped-uh-Conan and Andy.
"Sorry, I left the costumes at home." Andy apologized.
"Whatever," Conan said, "No big deal.
"The only way out is to go through the emergency exit up there." Conan
said pointing to a small hatch above them. He easily reached it, being
6'4", and opened it. He crawled out, with Andy close behind.
"Hey, that's the door to the third floor right above us." Andy said.
"Yeah, I'll get it." Conan said. He balanced on the little ledge before
the door. He looked around to see an emergency elevator-door opener. He
pressed it and got out, then Andy. They were out. Now a new problem arose.
"It seems that everyone has left. We'll have to stay here, all the
alarms to the doors are on." Conan said.
Then the loud speaker crackled on, "I-I w-will def-feat y-you! Wh-wha,
h-ha ha ha-a!"
"Tom Snyder!" Andy and Conan said in unison.
"Well, he has to be here somewhere, let's start looking in the lobby."
Andy said. They raced down the stairs. Then out of the shadows, stepped
a dark figure. He turned and ran upstairs; to Conan's office.
Chapter 2
"We've checked the first, second, AND third floor, this is making me
tired." Andy whined.
"Hey Snyder is up there somewhere, I know it, and he's dangerous." Conan
said with a sense of suspense.
Up on the 7th floor La Bamba, the trombone player in the band, was
looking for a candy machine. He rounded the corner to the stairs to
check downstairs. But something was waiting for him. The dark figure
attacked him, La Bamba screamed as he was run through with a trombone slide.
Conan and Andy heard the scream all the way on the fourth floor, they
raced upstairs to discover the body.
Chapter Three
"My God, its La Bamba!" Andy said in shock.
"A trombone slide through the gut, now that's evil." Conan said sadly.
They stood there for a few minutes mourning, Finally Conan broke the silence.
"We can't just leave him here," Conan said, "We can put him in my office."
They lugged La Bamba to his office. When they got inside, they found
something very odd. Conan's blue mug was shattered. The pieces were
arranged to spell out "NEVER"
The two set La Bamba down on Conan's desk. Conan looked at the pieces.
His face became red and twisted with anger. He kicked them and they
scattered about his office.
"Dammit Andy, what is Snyder's problem?! Now I'm seriously pissed,"
Conan said. Hate filled him to the brim, he KNEW Snyder had always been
jealous of Conan getting this job. Conan swore to himself Snyder would
never beat him.
Triumph wandered the halls on the eighth floor looking for the shut-down
Pimpbot 5000. Triumph thought Pimpbot was a good actor---for him to poop
on!!! And this is what he intended to do. He didn't know why-well, yes
he did. The bathrooms were locked and he really had to go. So he decided
to pull a prank in the process! Triumph walked into the room where
Pimpbot was usually stored, but a dark figure grabbed him. Triumph tried
to scream but he was in shock. The next thing he knew, he was in an oil
drum filled with manure. The last thought he ever thought was that he
was spinning.
Chapter 4
Conan and Andy walked up the stairs to keep looking for Snyder. Conan
was a little calmed down now, he felt better too. As they rounded the
corner to the next flight of stairs, they noticed the door to the 7th
floor was open.. Not only that, someone was standing there with an oil
drum at his feet. The figure all of a sudden kicked the drum; it tumbled
down the stairs, strait for Conan and Andy.
Chapter 5
"Watch out!" Andy yelled as he pushed Conan out of the way. Conan hit
the wall, hard, with a smack. He'd have a bruise for Tuesday's show, but
now that was the least of his worries.
The oil drum hit the wall at the bottom of the stairs and fell open.
Manure poured out. Conan and Andy stared in disbelief, not at the
manure, but at Triumph who was laying within the mess. He was dead, it
was obvious. "He's gone…"Andy trailed off.
"Damn that Snyder! Come on, he must be close." Conan said.
They jumped over the mess and ran upstairs. They ran through the narrow
hallways glancing in every room they passed. They ran by Andy's office,
the conference room, makeup room, and the set. Andy stopped Conan and
pointed towards the studio. He mouthed "He's in there, at your desk.."
Conan pushed past Andy and went into the set, he was still furious with
that Snyder. It was pitch dark in there, the only light on was right
above Conan's desk where Tom was sitting.
"I can't believe you! You killed an innocent man, and a dog! For what
reason? I don't know, but they didn't deserve it. Your ass is mine!"
Conan yelled. Snyder sat still.
"Hey Snyder! I'm talking to you!!!" Conan screamed, his face was turning
red with anger. He was standing in front of the desk now, Andy walked
around back.
"Dammit Snyder! Why the hell aren't you answ--" Andy stopped him. He
pushed Snyder forward, he fell flat on his face. A drum stick was stuck
in his back.
"Well, at least there's no more competition." Conan joked, he couldn't
handle silences.
"Badum-Ching!" A rimshot came from the darkened band area. A slow
clapping followed.
"Very good, Conan! Boy, am I glad to work with you! Making fun of a dead
man, Andy, me…." Max Weinberg stepped out of the shadows. Conan and Andy
stood there, not knowing what to think.
Max broke the silence. "Hey buddy, who haven't you made fun of yet?
Let's see, Clinton? No, Lewinsky? God, no, Producers, done, your fans?
No, well good job Mr. O'Brien. You've single handedly hurt 5 billion
people in a mere five years." Max bowed sarcastically.
"Max, what wrong with you? You know that's not true. If there are
problems with you and your wife, we can help, just ask. Thanks for
taking our Snyder. He killed La Bamba AND Triumph!" Conan said.
"You still don't get it!" Max said, then he altered his voice, "N-no,
th-that w-was m-me." It was almost identical to Tom's. He changed it
back to normal, "I left Springstein for this crappy show. I get paid
HALF as much as I used to. Man, I'm gonna end you here and now." At that
moment Max came running at them with a knife. He screamed a blood
curdling scream as he ran. Conan was frozen with fear. The knife was
about to slice through his heart and.....
