Room for One More

Part 6: Finding Out

Beckett and Little Larry are back working in the lab. They just finished setting up the Heidelberg machine.

"Dude, this guy Donnie used to work for another guy called Smash-Mouth. We can run the hundreds through him." Little Larry said.

"This better work." Beckett said.

"Fire it up." Little Larry said, then started up the computer.

"Okay. Whoa, I'm nervous. Here we go." Beckett said, then turned on the machine.

The Heidelberg was printing out flawless money sheets. The two guys were so ecstatic that they started rapping. Beckett beat-boxed, while Little Larry came up with the lyrics.

"Yeah. Beckett and Larry, we're best friends like Tom and Jerry. Making money that's phony with my best homie. Gonna buy a nice car, be movie stars. We're gonna be so rich, we're gonna be rich."

They spent the rest of the day blowing some of the money on nice suits and even a new car. They drove all the way to Beverly Hills and back to town.

Meanwhile, Samuel was outside, working on the old car that's been sitting in the backyard for who knows how long. Ashlyn was also outside, sitting on a barrel and writing.

"The weight we carry, the mud is truly the weight of our unfolded wings. It is our right, our journey to become more like the Phantom Halo. Marked by mud, not trapped by it." Samuel recited.

"I honestly don't know how you do that." Ashlyn said as she stopped writing.

"What?" Samuel questioned as he wiped his hands with a rag.

"Shakespeare. It's like another language that doesn't make sense." Ashlyn said.

"It seems like that at first. But, you just gotta practice over and over until you get it right." Samuel said.

"That's something I can never do." she said, then went back to writing.

"You never know unless you try." Samuel said.

He then got in the driver's seat of the car to try and start it up. He turned the key in the ignition three times and it wouldn't start. That tells him it still needs more work.

Just as Samuel got out the car, he stared at his friend's hand moving along, writing words on the paper.

"What?" Ashlyn said, looking up at Samuel.

"I honestly don't know how you do that." he said, repeating her statement.

"Writing?" Ashlyn questioned.

"Yeah. I didn't get that far in school, so I wouldn't know how to create something out of nothing." Samuel explained.

"You never know unless you try." Ashlyn said.

Samuel chuckled a bit, then walked back to the hood of the car to look in the toolbox. Ashlyn closes her journal and walks over to him.

"Maybe we can teach each other. You can teach me how to recite a Shakespeare monologue and I can teach you how to write a story." Ashlyn offered.

"Sounds like a plan. If only this car can work with me, instead of against me." Samuel said.

Later that night, he was outside, reading his comic book in the car.