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The Chances did not have a lot of things that other families might have, but in some ways, they had more. They had love, loyalty, and a general protectiveness of each-other. People on the outside looking in would probably be surprised to know just how much, but as far as Burt was concerned, they could stick it where the sun don't shine. He never cared what others thought like Virginia or Jimmy had. All he cared about was right back in that house, as insane as it sometimes was. He looked at Jimmy, riding the mower, shirtless with Burt's cowboy hat, giving a flirtatious smile to Gwen, the moderately attractive housewife that he had been forced

Joanie sat on her porch, idly running her hand over a large daisy rooted to the ground, when Chachi came up with a Styrofoam cup in his hand, and held it out to her. "Gotcha some ice cream." he said shyly. Joanie took the offering and looked down. He knew her favorite, butter pecan with hot caramel sauce. He'd even remembered the crumbled Nestle's Crunch Bar on top. She smiled at him. "That's sweet, what's this for?" "I... I've been feeling like a heel. All afternoon." he admitted quietly, and handed her the small plastic spoon. Joanie's eyebrows went up, but she took a small bite, and her eyes closed in satisfaction. "Mmm..." she said,

Carol woke up to hear yelling. She rubbed her eyes, and looked at Boner, in his undershirt and jeans, who was against her wall with a deer-in-the-headlights look. "Mr. Seaver, I swear..." he said, holding his hands up in a placating manner. "You gotta know nothin' happened." "You were in her bed!" Jason roared. "I'm too young to be a grandmother!" Maggie wailed dramatically. "I'm still hot, damnit!" "Mom, Daddy, stop it!" Carol said, standing up on the bed, and then stepping in front of Boner. Mike was standing in the doorway, looking like he was seeing an alien autopsy in real life. Ben was behind him. "Boner didn't do anything wrong-

Chachi Arcola leaned back self-satisfiedly in the booth at Arnold's. He'd been 15 for all of a month, and he'd finally gotten some third-base action with a comely young blonde cheerleader. At least he was keeping up family traditions; maybe one day he'd be close on par with Fonzie- well, maybe, he thought to himself. True, he didn't much like the girl- she was cloying and overly peppy- but, action was action, that's what he figured. That's how Fonzie seemed to play it, so what was the harm? Joannie came up about then, her eyes suspiciously swollen and red. He sat up immediately, frowning. "Hey, you been cryin'?" he demanded. "No..." she li

Two years after Joanie and Chachi tied the knot, they were living in New Jersey, and expecting their first child. They were doing moderately well in the music business, and everyone was proud for them. The family was flying down for the birth: Fonzie and Ashley, who had gotten married shortly after Danny's adoption went through, because she left her good-for-nothing ex-husband again, realizing the mistake she had made, were coming with their kids, Danny, Heather, and little baby Henry. Richie and Lori Beth were coming with their two, Richie Junior and Ruby, and of course the grandparents were coming. But, they were too late- they were due to

~She said, I was seven and you were nine I looked at you like the stars that shined In the sky, the pretty lights And our daddies used to joke about the two of us Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my~ Joanie Cunningham sat down in her room- the same room that had been hers since high-school. Silly, she'd wanted to move back home, hadn't she? Whyhad she, though, when she and Chachi were so happy in Chicago? At the moment, Joanie couldn't remember. Maybe it was fear, allowing her to let herself become a little girl again, living home under Mommy and Daddy's rule. She was over 20- 2

Jackie sat on the couch, on the end next to Steven. Kelso was on her other side, then there was Fez and Eric. It was one a.m., and they were watching a very old movie, Tarzan and his Mate. Jackie loved those old movies. She wished she could have lived in the 30s, when women dressed and acted like women, and men were manly. "Don't'cha just love Jane's hair, Donna?" Jackie chirped. "Women in the 30s and 40s really knew how to style it up. You don't see Jane using the jungle as an excuse to be a stringy haired slob... no sir. But... look at who she had to look sexy for..." Jackie swooned. "I gotta admit... ole' Johnny could shake my trees anyt

~He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better He opens up my door and I get into his car And he says you look beautiful tonight And I feel perfectly fine~ Fez opened up the door to Hyde's record store, walking in and keeping it open as Jackie bounced inside, dressed to impress. Hyde raised an eyebrow. "So, you're keeping up this charade that you're more than just roommates?" Hyde asked sarcastically. Eric smirked. "Why? Do you care, Steven?" Jackie asked, her tone just as beligerant as his. Hyde fumbled. "Uh... no, no.