Helluva Leap

Dilemma Of The Night

Sam was baffled at what Al said, about it being the worst night ever. This was also similar to what he felt before...when he lept into the body of a secretary woman from 1961. But, this was little more dramatic and extreme than it should be! Moxxie...leaving his wife at the end of the night? 

"What do you mean he leaves her at the end of the night, Al?" Sam asked, wanting to know. "What happened? Does Ziggy know?" Al took a good look at the handlink, and saw the results. 

"It says that on that night, both Moxxie and Millie went to this restaurant club called Ozzie's, and Moxxie...that's you." He pointed to Sam. "Was about to sing a love song that he wrote to her. But as he does that, two goons...Asmodeus & Fizzarolli interrupt his song, and at that point, he felt humiliated and ran off, leaving Millie alone." He answered.

"Asmodeus..." Sam thought. "That name sounds familiar..."  "Like Rock Me Amadeus?" 

"Uh, no." Al responded. "That's Amadeus. Asmodeus and that other name are very similar but different. Those two interrupted his "sappy" song and point out that their establishment is mainly about a different form of love. The grotesque kind."

Sam cringed, and then sighed. "I got that part. But, is that really how Moxxie's night really ends?" He asked. "Is that why I'm here?" 

"It would seem that way." Al answered. "Their marriage never recovered from there. You've got to help Moxxie have the best night of his life, and even maybe pull some strings on that song he has written, before he gets kicked out of the club!" 

"Alright." Sam confirmed. "I think Millie reminded me of where I'm going tonight. I just hope you haven't made a mistake, Al." 

"Well, good...oh...I'll check back on you later, Sam." On that note, Al stepped back into the Imaging Chamber leaving Sam to get ready for his big night. He was a little nervous, and possibly in for a rough night. But, there was no time for a pity party now. He had to go back to his house and get prepared.

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Back at Blitzo's apartment, Blitzo himself was pacing back and forth, wondering what to do, and how to crash the imp's night out. "So, everyone's going out tonight, but me." He growled. "I've watched those two pork many times and, honestly...they make missionary look relatively exciting!" He sulked for a moment. 

"I gotta wedge into that little imp's date, and ruin his night! But, how?" Blitzo thought for a moment, and at that moment, Al was watching him. He then had an idea. "Well, since M & M are going to be having their night, I'll just be piggybacking on it...without them noticing it, and then...I'll be catching them in the act." 

He went over to his wardrobe and smiled as he got out a nice spiffy outfit, and was ready. "Time to crash their party." He said, smugly as he left. However, Al noticed the whole thing and was shocked. 

"That dirty dog is gonna crash Moxxie's anniversary!" Al muttered, as he tapped his handlink. "I gotta warn Sam about this." He opened the imaging chamber, and went in. He had to find Sam and tell his what's going on! All that mattered was that he hoped he wasn't too late!

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Back at Moxxie's house, Sam, himself (inside the imp's body) was getting dressed for his date night with Millie. At that moment, as he was admiring himself in the mirror, Al went through it, making the leaper jump back. "Al!" Sam said a little off guard. "Don't scare me like that! Coming into that mirror made me think there was a ghost!"

"I just came to tell you, Sam, that Blitzo here is about to crash your night!" Al warned him. "He's trying to wedge in on your date without you knowing it!"

"WHAT?!" Sam asked in alarm. "How did he know?" 

"I overheard him, Sam." Al explained. "I'm the observer of the project, you know?" 

"I know." Sam added, feeling more worried than ever. "But now, I feel like he's gonna ruin everything! Great! Just great! You still think there's enough time to go trick-or-treating and get some candy?" 

"You're not here for Halloween." Al reminded him, as he facepalmed. "You're here to help this guy's date go well!" 

"I got the memo." Sam shot back. "Already, it feels like the bad luck has just started!"

"Not yet, it hasn't." Al corrected him. "What he doesn't know is that you have to have a date to get in. And Blitzo doesn't have that." 

"A date?" Sam questioned.

"Bingo." Al answered. "And if he can't get in, no entry." 

Hearing that made Sam sigh with relief. Maybe Al was right, maybe the bad luck won't come as soon as he thought. "Okay, maybe this won't be as bad as I thought." He snapped his fingers. "Since that part is now taken care of, how about we move onto the dressing." Sam went over to the dresser drawer. "What socks should I wear?" 

"Stop griping." Al told him. "You already look good! I mean...you've got the tux on, right?" Sam took notice at what he was wearing, and smiled.

"I guess I still do." He simply said. He straightened his tie up, and looked at himself in the mirror. "How do I look, Al?" 

Al saw the outfit, and gave him the thumbs up. "You look dashing, Sam!" He said. "Not even your own designer would recognize you!" 

"Thanks." Sam said, breathing happily, as he saw the clock. "It's almost time. I gotta get going!" 

"Go get your girl, and good luck!" Al said as Sam smiled at him. He then clicked his heels and left. 

This left Al to fend for himself. Even though Sam was ready for his date, he felt like he needed some protection. "I'd better check on him, just in case." He decided, as he activated his handlink,  and stepped through the imaging chamber, before getting ready to check on his time-travelling companion. 

Sam was on his way to having the greatest night ever. And Al would overlook the whole thing...it looked like things would go off without a hitch. Or not, but either way, the night was about to begin.