A/N: Fun little crack/humor fic I'm trying out, all about our favorite bohemians as old senior citizens in a nursing home. Heehee, I know sounds funny. I think it'll probably be a one-shot, cuz I can't think of anything else. Okey poke, read and then, if you review, I'll make you an origami birdelephant. :D

"Mimi! Where's my teeth?" yelled Roger from across the nursing home's recreation room. "I know I left them on this dang table!"

"Shut your mouth Roger, you left them in my water," she yelled back.

"Oh yea…" he recalled popping them back into his mouth.

Mr. Squeegee man was sitting at a table all alone, looking all saddish cuz that's what squeegee mans do.

"Aw, what's wrong Mr. Squeegee Man?" asked Mimi.

"My kids never call me anymore," he replied. "I miss them so much. I remember little Jenny, her hair all wet from just getting out of the pool, and Jacob, who always loved to swing on the swing-set. Oh, how I miss them."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Squeegee-Man!" said Mimi.

"About what?" he asked very confuzzled.

"Well, about your kids. How you miss them," she said, also very confuzzled.

"Wha? I never had no kids!" he said.

"Oh yea, you have Alzheimer's disease. So much better than AIDS," she said.

"Woohoo! Yay for forgetting stuff!" yelled Squeegee Man.

"Hey, speaking of AIDS, Roger! How come me you Collins and Angel aren't dead yet?" she yelled.

"I dunno," Roger said stupidly.

Meanwhile, Mark and Maureen were having a fight over why they broke up years ago. Mark said it was because she stole his scarf that everyone loved and adored. She said it was because he ate the last piece of cold pizza.

"Pizza!" yelled Maureen.

"Scarfy!" yelled Mark.

"Pizza!"

"Scarfy!"

"PIZZA!"

"SCARFY!"

"PIZZA!"

"SCARFY!"

"PANTS!" screamed Roger.

"What?" they chorused.

"I like my pants," he said blushing. Collins laughed.

"Plaid pants on old people are icky," he said.

"Hey! Watch it Thomas," he said. Collins quickly shut up and went back to his crossword puzzle.

"Hmm, a five letter word for a jerk or stubborn person. Hmm…R-O-G-E-R!" he said.

"That's the last straw Thomas! I'm gonna get you if it's the last thing I do!" he exclaimed.

"Which it will be!" said Collins cunningly. Roger slowly rolled his wheelchair, banging it into Collins's. Then, they slowly chased each other around the room. Joanne shook her head disapprovingly. Once immature, always immature. Mark was the only mature one around here. Scratch that. He was still fighting with Maureen. Wow, even Benny was being an ass today. He was stealing everyone's pocket books and wallets, taking all the money out of them, and laughing wickedly to himself.

At least Angel was being mature. Oh yes, she still dressed in drag. Not even some oldness could keep her from that. She was sitting at a table, painting her nails blue, her usual color. Joanne walked over and sat down next to her.

"Wow, it's pretty crazy today," said Angel.

"Yea, look at them all," replied Joanne.

Angel and Joanne sat together, staring at Maureen and Mark yelling at each other some more, Roger and Collins slowly chasing each other, Benny stealing everyone's money and Mimi frantically searching for Roger's teeth, which fell out while he was fighting with Collins. This is defiantly the bohemian life.

"Hey!" yelled Angel.

"What?" asked Joanne.

"My $20 bill is gone!" she exclaimed. They looked over to Benny, who was slowly walking away with his cane, laughing a high-pitched laugh, a crisp $20 bill in his hand.

A/N: Liked it? Hated it? Well, don't tell me if you hated it. I hate flames. Ok review happy thoughts! Remember that origami birdelephant that's waiting for you!