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Althea, Todd, Trinity, and B.A.. looked at their surroundings.

Althea sighed. "Great. Where are we this time? If Lance wasn't occasionally useful…" Then she stared at B.A. "How did you get here anyway?"

He shrugged. "I heard that Trinity had come up with some new spices?"

She and Todd stared at the maniacal geniuses.

"What?" They said.

Then they all heard a rumble in the distance, followed by screams and maniacal laughter.

"Oh great. Either Pietro came with us, or Coyote is visible here too."

Trinity grinned and took off. "We're off to have fun!"

Althea sighed. "Why is it I'm the mature one of the group?"

"So Jack."

"Yes Daniel?"

"Does this seem familiar to you?"

"Which part? The prison cell, or the Jaffa standing guard?"

Sam sighed. "I swear that you two should start up a comedy routine."

O'Neill grinned. "Do you think Broadway would take us?"

She glared at him.

"Colonel O'Neill."

"Yes Teal'c?" Jack said, as he turned toward his teammate who was staring fixedly out a small cell window.

"Why did you not tell me that Coyotes came in silver, and danced in thick, red, embroidered skirts?"

Sam blinked. "That sounds like a kilt…"

Jack stared in confusion. "Coyote? Silver?"

Then they all gathered around the window and stared at several Jaffa running back and forth screaming. They were being chased by a cackling Coyote and three flying girls.

Another group of Jaffa who were covered in green slime, went tumbling by in a wave of water.

Then Sam's eyes got wide. "Is that Bastet?" They all stared as she hung upside down from a tree.

"I didn't know she could cuss in three different languages…"

"I was not aware that that position was possible…"

"Teal'c, in the future, that is one thing that nobody except Daniel needs to know."

Daniel blinked. "Why would I need to know that?"

"Never mind."

Then they noticed the screaming stopped.

Jack blinked. "So, do you think they're on our side?"

"At least we'll get out of the cell for a little while."

"Good point. Besides, I want to take a picture of Bastet before we take her in."

"Indeed."

They all gathered outside the base, after things had settled down.

Jack sighed. "Let me get this straight. We're a tv show in your universe. You are not suffering from cascade failure."

Then he pointed at Coyote who was standing on top of 8 tied up and whimpering Jaffa while drawing on Bastet's face repeatedly while she cussed. "And he's an imaginary friend."

Lance sighed. "Enemy actually, though useful at times."

Jack nodded. "The trio?"

"Superhuman geniuses who come up with more dangerous devices in one day than most terrorists run screaming from in a year."

Althea sighed. "As fun as this is. We need to get home."

B.A. walked up with a twinkle in his eyes. "A gift for you." He said and handed over three bags of coffee.

Daniel shrugged. "Hope its better than the bases."

Todd grinned. "That's an understatement."

"What?" SG-1 asked, but the group had already disappeared.

Jack snorted. "So, what do we tell the General this time?"

"You do have pictures sir."

"Point."

Two days later, an exasperated General glared at SG-1.

"O'Neill?"

"General?"

"As much as several male Tokra appreciated the site of a naked Anise singing love songs from her home planet, and attempting to do lap dances from a porn collection I didn't know a certain marine had…."

"Yes?"

"Just burn the coffee next time."

"Come on General. You know you had fun when she massaged your shoulders."

"O'Neill!"