Disclaimer: I don't own the great Gatsby. Either F. Scott Fitzgerald does or his copyright company. On second thought, I don't think he DOES own it. It is my understanding that he is no longer living. A/N: Yes, yes, I KNOW. If you are a follower of my writings (do those types of people even exist?) then you will realize that this is my ELEVENTH story that I have started. This one, like the others, is in progress. Total, I have one story completed and the others are in the works. Anywho, as far as THIS story goes, it's best not to ask. I had an extra notebook and this seemed to be the best thing to fill it. Plus there were no other Gatsby stories that were humor. Please R/R!

Chapter 6, Wishes

"I just don't understand this machine," Gatsby muttered, not for the first time that night as he stood by the microwave.

"What's not to understand?" asked Lisa. "It's a microwave."

"It's like an oven, only smaller!" said Angela.

"Not… really," said Nick, looking at the thing.

"Yeah… ovens don't explode when you put metal in them, Old Sport," said Jay. Lisa sighed and rolled her eyes.

"YOU'RE the one who tried to play around with the foreign thing!" said Angela.

"I want to go home," said Nick, also not for the firs time that night, though it was getting more toward morning by this point.

"I don't blame you," agreed Gatsby. "I don't know how I can stand a whole year away from New York."

"I don't see WHY," said Lisa, a little miffed. "Why would you want to go back? You're probably wanted by the police and Nick's the only friend you've got besides us!"

"Yeah," agreed Angela. "Be more adventurous! You're in a completely new world!" her smile faded a bit. "Do you not like us…?"

"What- well, uh-" stammered Nick.

"You don't even know if you'll be returned to your normal state," reminded Lisa.

"Yeah!" said Angela, her mood flipping again. "Think of it this way, you get to totally relive your teenage years!" she said, excited. Then she stopped, laughing nervously. "Well, that's probably not the most desirable thing to do in OUR time, but… uh… maybe you'll know some more of the stuff that you'll have to learn in school?"

"Who said we'd have to go to school?" asked Nick. "I've already done that."

"Oh, come on, Old Sport, it could be fun!" said Gatsby. He seemed excited. Lisa sighed, holding her head.

"Oh! I got an idea!" exclaimed Angela.

"This may not end well, Old Sport," Gatsby whispered to Nick. Nick nodded and Lisa smiled. They caught on quickly.

"Could we take them to New York in OUR world?

"No." Lisa said flatly.

"There's a New York in your world?" asked Gatsby.

"Yes," replied Lisa.

"Then we can go?" Angela exclaimed.

"No!" yelled Lisa. Angela pouted. "It's too far," said Lisa, offering an explanation. Gatsby seemed to be fine with that, but Angela pouted. Gatsby then remembered something.

"Hey, wait a minute." Everyone turned to hear what he had to say. "I distinctly recall you saying I was sexy. I'm not sure what a bishi is, but I'm fairly sure on the meaning of the word, 'sexy'" he said. Lisa was bright red and Gatsby's cheeks were a little pink as well.

"Well, uh, no I didn't?" said Lisa.

"But you-" began Angela, which gained her a swift kick under the table from Lisa.

"You can prove nothing!" shouted Lisa. Everyone looked at her funny.

"Oh sure, THAT'S convincing," muttered Angela.

"Well, ya can't," said Lisa, more matter-of-factly.

"Could if I had a tape recorder," retorted Angela.

"Well ya DON'T," said Lisa, getting a little angry. Gatsby looked at Nick, who just shrugged.

"Oh, I wanna tape recorder," whined Angela, thinking. "Christmas list!" she said happily! Lisa sighed and shook her head.

"Christmas? It's June…" said Lisa.

"Okay, uh, Birthday?"

"You're Birthday's in April," Lisa reminded her. Angela pouted again.

"I'm tired," said Angela. "Can we go to bed?

"We just slept," said Jay. "I'm not that sleepy."

"I am," said Nick. He was looking at his reflection in the window, confused and amazed.

"Yay!" said Angela, skipping off to Lisa's room. "I call the bed!"

"I'll use the blow up mattress," said Nick. With that, they were gone.