Futurama

Happily Ever After
By Olly

This fanfic is in no way related to any of my other fanfics. You must remember this in order to understand the plot.

Futurama and Futurama characters created by Matt Groening and David X. Cohen.

(Special thanks to: Will and Me)

Well guys, this will be my last fanfic. I’m gonna try and make it the best yet, and I just wanna say thanks to all the guys that have helped me with it (that’s you Will), all the people who have read my work, you know who you are, and all the Futurama staff who clubbed together to make one of the greatest animated TV shows of all time. Thank you all very much.

To understand this Fanfic fully, you will need knowledge of a few songs, but you probably know them anyway.

THIS FAN FIC WAS MADE BY OLLY ON 14/7/06.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

COPYRIGHTED BY FEDERAL BEAURAUE OF PATENTING.

MADE BY WOOF

Happily Ever After: The final episode of Futurama, ever

(Futurama theme song and opening credits. Caption: “Fyr is an anagram of which character’s name?”)

CUT TO: PLANET EXPRESS: THE CONFERENCE ROOM:

The Crew, minus Hermes and the Professor are seated around the conference table.

Hermes walks in.

Hermes: Bad news everyone.

Amy: That’s the Professor’s line Hermes.

Hermes: Not any more, not any more…

Fry: Why, is he sick?

Hermes: No you dung brained nonce he’s dead!

The Crew all gasp and the girls sniffle.

Amy: The Professor? Dead? It can’t be!

Scruffy removes his hat and the men bow their heads.

Bender: Good riddance, crazy old windbag.

Amy: Gluh Bender! How could you be so insensitive!

Bender: Watch me baby.

He takes a puff from his cigar.

Leela: What’s gonna happen to Cubert? Who’s gonna raise him?

Hermes: De Professor left instructions for Cubert’s parenting in his will.

Bender: Will? Oh boy! Bring on the money! That old windbag was loaded with cash!

Hermes: Sorry Bender, de Professor left all his money to Cubert; you won’t be touching a penny of it.

Bender: Ah crap! What do I get then?

Hermes: We’ll decide who gets what later; right now we need to think about what’s going to happen to dis company.

Fry: They’re not gonna close Planet Express are they?

Hermes: I’m afraid so mon, Planet Express is finished.

Fry: But that means I’ll have to get a real job instead of lounging about watching TV all day!

Hermes: Yes.

Fry: And…and I’ll never get to see you guys again…

A sullen silence descends over the crew, Fry especially.

Bender: Cheer up buddy, I’ll still see ya.

Fry: Really?

Bender: Nope, I’m moving out next Tuesday.

Fry starts to cry softly. All the crew look sad.

Leela: There, there Fry. It’s OK, cheer up, the Professor wouldn’t have wanted you to be sad like this, after all, you’re his only living relative now.

Fry: I know! I’m the last Fry ever! All my family are dead!

Leela: Hey, don’t feel bad, I was an orphan for a bit too, until I discovered my parents were sewer mutants who’d be living under my feet all these years.

Fry: What do you think the chances are of my parents living under our feet?

Bender: A billion to one.

Fry starts crying harder. Leela glares at Bender angrily. She puts an arm around Fry to comfort him.

Leela: There, there. It’s alright, it’s OK. We’re all sad, but it’ll be OK.

Fry stops crying and sniffs a bit.

Fry: Can I have a kiss to cheer me up?

Leela: No.

He starts crying again.

Bender: Well done eyeball, you’ve made him feel worse now.

Amy: Yeah, top marks for insensitivity.

Leela: Hey, I dunno if you’ve all noticed, but I’m the only one trying to make Fry feel better!

Amy: What do you expect; we’ve got our own problems to deal with!

Bender: Yeah, I haven’t got a salary to pay for my booze anymore!

Amy: And I can’t go on with my internship anymore!

Zoidberg: And I’ll be forced to go out and live on the streets!

Amy: You already live on the streets.

Zoidberg: Awww…

Scruffy: Scruffy’ll have to go back to his old job as a Playbot photographer.

Bender: Why the hell did you give that up?

Scruffy: Scruffy prefers being a janitor.

Hermes: And I’ll probably be fired now that I’ve got no company to beurocro…sise…

Leela: Well at least you all have your families! Fry here doesn’t have a family anymore.

She puts her other arm around Fry whilst she speaks and he continues to cry.

Leela: You should be ashamed! Think how much pain Fry must be going through right now! He’s lost his last living relative!

The Crew look ashamed and sad.

Leela puts a finger under Fry’s chin and lifts his head up. She smiles at him and looks into his eyes.

Leela: (Nice voice) Come on now Fry, I know things look bad, but it’ll clear up. I promise everything’s going to be fine. Now dry those tears and let’s see a smile.

Fry wipes his tears and his nose and gives a weak little smile. Leela smiles back and hugs him.

Fry: mmm… this is comfy.

Leela: (Jokey) Hah! Don’t get used to it buddy boy!

They pull apart and smile.

Fry: Can I have a kiss now?

Leela: Oh…alright.

She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and he grins.

Amy: How did he go anyway?

Hermes: Oh, he went real peaceful. He went sometime last night in his sleep; he wouldn’t have felt a thing.

Leela: I think we should all chip in to pay for the funeral.

Bender: I aint paying for jock!

Hermes: No need, Cubert has volunteered to pay for everything now that he’s filthy stinking rich.

Amy: What a nice kid.

CUT TO: SOMEWHERE:

Cubert is dancing around cheering throwing fistfuls of money in the air.

CUT BACK TO: PLANET EXPRESS: CONFERENCE ROOM:

Hermes: De funeral is tomorrow at ten in de morning, followed by a special lunch reception.

Bender: Count me out.

Zoidberg: Lunch! I’ll dress in my finest rags!

Hermes: I tink it would be nice if we all sed something before dey blast de coffin into space.

Leela: They’re gonna blast it into space?

Hermes: Yes, why?

Leela: Nothing, it’s just uh…I had a dream once about someone dying and being blasted into space.

Note from the author: See “The Sting” for this dream. Back to the Fanfic.

CUT TO: ORBITING MEADOWS CEMETERY:

The Professor’s coffin is lying closed in front of an assembled audience of people from various episodes sitting on little plastic chairs, dressed in solemn black clothes.

A robot preacher addresses the crowd.

Robot Preacher: We will now hear a few words from the acquaintances and employees of the deceased, which we will all pretend to be interested in.

Amy takes the stand and says some stuff whilst Leela whispers to Fry who is sitting next to her.

Leela: Fry, where’s Bender?

Fry: He said something about hooker – bots.

Amy leaves the stand and Wernstrum takes it.

Wernstrum: To my rival and nemesis Professor Farnsworth, I’d just like to say: Hah hah! I lived longer than you!

Wernstrum laughs manically for a few moments before becoming sad again and leaving the stage. Hermes replaces him.

Hermes: When I was a little nipper in Kingston town, my granny sed to me one day: “Hermes, if you ever see a skunk you kick it as hard as you can and run like de wind!” God rest her zombie bones.

Hermes leaves the stage, and Leela takes his place.

Leela: The Professor was the best employer I’ve ever had…he gave us jobs when we were fugitives from the law, and was always on hand to cheer us up with his wacky antics, even though he often put our lives in danger with his senility and general craziness.

She gets down, and Fry goes up.

Fry: The Professor was…my only living relative...and now that he’s dead, I’m the last Fry in the universe. I’d just like to say, I’m sorry I didn’t get you any more ancestors Professor.

Fry gets down sadly and the robot preacher gets back on the stage.

Robot Preacher: And now, we commit the body of Hubert J. Farnsworth to the abyss of the infinity of space. May he live on in our hearts and minds.

The Preacher pulls a lever and the coffin is launched into space. The Crew cry and comfort each other as they watch it drift away through the void.

SIX YEARS LATER

CUT TO: A DOOR:

We are given a first person view of a green door. A hand reaches out and knocks on it. It is opened by…Amy!

Amy: Fry! It’s so good to see you again! I haven’t seen you in years!

Amy gives Fry a big hug.

Fry: Hi Amy! It’s great to see you too!

Amy: Well don’t just stand there, come on in!

Fry: Thanks.

Amy leads Fry through a huge hallway and into a room where there is a roaring fire and a silver tea set on a tray.

Amy: Tea? Coffee?

Fry: No I’m fine thanks.

Amy: Come on now darling there must be something I can get you? A slice of cake? A square of chocolate?

Fry: I’m OK thanks.

Fry and Amy sit down and Kif comes into the room.

Fry: Kif!

Kif: Fry? Is that you? Oh, it’s been years! How are you?

Fry: I’m great! And you?

Kif: Oh just peachy. I’ve been wonderful ever since I quit the DOOP.

Fry: What made you do that?

Kif: Well,

He sits down and takes Amy’s hand.

Kif: Once I started a family I didn’t really have time for a military career as well. Besides, Amy brings in more than enough money for the both of us, and the children.

Fry: Children? You guys have kids?

Amy: Yup. We got married a few years after the Professor’s funeral. I’m a fashion designer now.

Fry: I know, I’ve seen your commercials on TV. You’re a big hit!

Amy: Oh, well, that’s sweet.

Fry: So, how did you guys get together anyway?

Kif: Well, as I remember it…

<FLASHBACK TO: FOUR YEARS EARLIER: THE NIMBUS: BRIDGE:

Zapp is standing on the bridge of the Nimbus. Kif walks in.

Zapp: Ah Kif, I’m glad you came, there seems to be a strong wind, so set sail on the highways of hyperspace.

Kif: Sir, this is space, there is no wind.

Zapp: Uh…of course.

Kif: Anyway captain, the reason I dropped by is to…

Zapp: Give me a back rub? How thoughtful.

Kif: No, I came to…

Zapp: Unclog the drain? Excellent idea.

Kif: No, it’s just…um…I’m leaving the DOOP sir.

Zapp looks heartbroken, his lip trembles.

Zapp: But Kif…if you leave, who’ll do all the menial tasks?

Kif: I’m sure you can find another aide sir, someone better suited to your… menial tasks.

Zapp: Very well then…Kif, it’s been an honour to have you serve under me.

Kif: It’s been an interesting experience…Zapp.

There is a brief moment of silence in which both smile.

Zapp: Get off my ship, there’s no room for civilians here.

CUT TO: NEW NEW YORK: ELZAR’S:

Amy and Kif are having dinner.

Amy: Isn’t it nice to have dinner together sweetie? I haven’t seen you in a while.

Kif: Yes well, I think we’ll be seeing more of each other now that I’ve left the DOOP behind.

Amy: I’m glad you did, I was always worrying about you getting blown up in some awful war.

Kif: I’m sorry to hear about the Professor, I hope he went peacefully.

Amy: Oh yes, that was a while ago now though, lets forget the sad times and enjoy our evening.

Kif: Yes, let’s.

They go on eating for a bit, and Kif starts looking very nervous.

Amy: Kiffy, are you OK? Did you swallow your spoon again?

Kif: No, I’m fine, really.

His camouflage reflex activates.

Amy: Come on, I know something’s bugging you, what is it?

Kif: Um…uh…dearest…would you…oh dear…would you um…marry me?

Amy: Marry you? Oh Kiffy, of course I will!

<FLASHBACK ENDS: CUT TO: AMY AND KIF’S HOUSE: PRRESENT DAY>

Fry: Cool! Anyway, the reason I dropped by is to invite you guys to a little get together I’m having tomorrow night.

Amy: A party? Oooh! Brilliant! Where is it?

Fry: At my place, tomorrow night at eight, there are directions on the back of the invite, here you go.

He hands them a little bit of paper.

Amy: I haven’t a thing to wear.

Fry: I’m sure you’ll think of something, I’ll see you tomorrow night.

Kif: Wait, aren’t you going to stay and talk?

Fry: They’ll be time to talk at the party; I gotta hand out the rest of these invites! I’ll see you tomorrow OK?

Amy: OK, see you there!

Fry: Bye!

Fry leaves the house.

CUT TO: ANOTHER DOOR:

Fry looks at his little bit of paper with all the addresses of his old friends on it, and then knocks on the door.

It is answered by a tall teenage boy with orange hair.

Fry: Hi, I’m looking for Hermes Conrad, is he home?

Boy: Fry? Is that you?

Fry: Cubert?

Cubert: Yeah it’s me!

Fry: Wow, you’re all grown up! How’ve you been, I haven’t seen you in years!

Cubert: I’ve been great; I moved in with Hermes and his family, it’s been a blast.

Fry: Awesome! Is Hermes in?

Cubert: Sure, come on in.

Cubert takes Fry inside, into a small room where Hermes, with just a hint of grey in his dreadlocks, is sitting in a rocking chair.

Hermes: Fry, is dat you mon?

Fry: Yeah! Great to see you man! How are things?

Hermes: Fantastic, you?

Fry: I’m great! Hey listen; I’m having a party tomorrow night, wanna come?

Hermes: We’d love to mon! Who else is gonna be there?

Fry: Huh? Oh, everybody. You guys, Amy, Kif, Bender, Leela, Dwight, Cubert and everybody.

Hermes: Sounds great mon, what time?

Fry: Eight.

Hermes: Great, I’ll see you dere den.

Fry: Sure, there are directions to my place on the back.

Hermes: I’m looking forward to it, you gonna stay a while mon?

Fry: Sorry, I gotta go and hand out the rest of my invites.

Hermes: Oh OK den. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Fry: Bye!

CUT TO: ANOTHER DOOR:

Fry reaches out and knocks on the door. A voice comes from the other side.

Voice: Just slide the magazines under the door buddy.

Fry: I’m not here about magazines.

Voice: Then whatever you’re selling, I ain’t buying.

Fry: I’m not selling anything; I just wanna talk to a buddy of mine.

Voice: Alright, I’m coming I’m coming.

The door slides open, revealing:

Fry: Hey Bender.

Bender: Who the hell are you?

Fry: It’s me, Fry.

Bender: Who’s Fry?

Fry: Remember, you’re buddy from six years ago?

Bender: I had my memory erased a few years back, who are you again?

Fry: Oh…never mind I supposed, just be at this address tomorrow at eight OK?

Bender: Whatever man.

Fry: C’ya.

Bender: Get lost.

Bender takes the invite and shuts the door.

CUT TO: FRY’S HOUSE: THE NEXT NIGHT:

Fry’s house is huge!!! The Crew all arrive one by one and are greeted by Fry.

Hermes: Fry mon, dis place is massive!

Amy: It’s almost as big as our house!

Bender: Who are you?

Kif: Let me, I’ll just engage Bender’s old memory drive and…

Kif opens Bender’s chest cabinet and tinkers for a bit.

Kif: There we go!

Bender: Whoa, I’m back baby. Sweet place Fry, how’d a slob like you afford it?

Fry: Well, we got a pretty good deal.

Cubert: Who’s we?

Before this can be answered, a little girl runs down the stairs towards Fry.

Girl: Daddy, daddy!

Fry: Hey sweetie, what’s up?

Fry picks up the little girl and the crew gape.

Girl: Mommy says I can’t stay up for the party.

Fry: Well I’m sure you can stay up for a little bit sweetheart. At least long enough to meet everybody. Everybody, this is Annabel, Annabel, this is your uncle Bender.

Bender: Hey kid.

Fry: Your uncle Cubert.

Cubert: Hi there.

Fry: This is Hermes and Dwight, and Mrs. Hermes.

Hermes: Hey dere little tinker.

Fry: And this is your auntie Amy and your uncle Kif.

Annabel: Nice to meet you.

Amy: Aren’t you the cutest little thing?

Kif: Did my ears deceive me Fry, or did she call you Daddy?

Fry: Yeah, she did. Hard to believe isn’t it?

Hermes: You had kids Fry? Wow, dats great!

Kif: Who’s the mommy?

Fry: My wife silly.

Amy: You got married? Who’s your wife?

A voice calls down from the top of the stairs.

Voice: I am.

The Crew turn, look, and gasp.

Leela, dressed in her finest outfit, comes down the stairs.

Bender: Hubba hubba! Fry, you and Leela got hitched!?

Leela: Yup! Must have been about five years ago now right honey?

Fry: If you say so baby.

Amy: How did you guys wind up together?

Annabel: They won’t tell me.

Leela: I told you sweetie, we’ll tell you when you’re a bit older. Come on now, it’s your bedtime.

Annabel: OK. Goodnight mommy, goodnight daddy. Goodnight everybody.

Annabel hugs everybody in turn and then goes upstairs to bed.

Bender: Jeez Fry, you won’t even tell your own kid how you got hitched, what’s up with that?

Fry: I think she should know, it’s a great story.

Leela: But it’s practically X – rated!

Fry: It’s not that bad.

Leela: Still, it’s not suitable for a five year old girl.

Fry: Well, if you say so.

Bender: You’re gonna tell us though right?

Amy: Yeah, what sparked the fire?

Hermes: Come on, tell us mon.

Fry/Leela: Well…

<FLASHBACK TO: FIVE OR SO YEARS EARLIER: A COFFEE HOUSE :>

Fry enters the coffee house. He bumps into a woman when he’s about to sit down.

Fry: Oh, sorry.

Woman: No problem I…Fry?

Fry: Yeah, how do you know my…Leela?

Leela: Yeah it’s me! I haven’t seen you in ages!

Fry: Yeah! How are you?

Leela: I’m great, just great. Do you mind if I sit down?

Fry: Huh? Oh, no, go ahead.

Leela: Thanks.

She sits down opposite Fry.

Leela: So…

Fry smiles and looks nervous. Leela crosses her legs.

Leela: What’s up?

Fry: Well uh…not much really I’m uh…I’ve got a new job, obviously.

Leela: Oh yeah? What are you doing now?

Fry: I’m writing actually, for a uh…comedy group. Have you heard of the Quasars?

Leela: Oh yeah, they’re great! I went to see one of their shows a while ago, Wild Fusion, it was awesome!

Fry: Yeah well, I write some material for them. I uh...I actually wrote that act, Wild Fusion, it’s one of mine.

Leela: You wrote that? Wow! Cool!

Fry: Yeah, what are you up to then?

Leela: I’m in law, court of Justice. Nothing big, just organising cases. I wanna be a prosecution lawyer though.

Fry: Great! That sounds cool.

Leela: Yeah, it’s alright I guess. Oh, speaking of cases, I have to be in court in a little while, I’ve got a traffic case to take care of and I have to try and find a settlement, thanks for the chat.

Fry: Yeah um…it’s been great.

Leela: Can we stay in touch? It’s been great catching up.

Fry: Sure, I’ll give you my number if you want.

Leela: Great!

They exchange numbers.

Leela: OK, see you around!

Fry: Yeah!

Leela leaves and Fry can’t help taking a passing glance at her ass. He swoons back in his chair.

CUT TO: FRY’S APPARTMENT: THAT NIGHT:

Fry is sitting on his bed with his phone.

Fry: OK…OK, you can do this. Just pick up the phone, and call her. It’s easy, just call her. OK…here I go.

He is just about to call her when his phone goes off. He answers it.

Fry: Hello?

Leela: Hey Fry! It’s Leela!

Fry: Hey Leela, I was just gonna call you.

Leela: Aww…how sweet. Listen, wanna have dinner tomorrow night?

Fry: Dinner? Like…like a date?

Leela: Yeah, come on it’ll be great!

Fry: You’re asking me on a date?

Leela: Yeah? Wanna go?

Fry: Uh…sure. You…you’re asking me out?

Leela: Yeah. Unless you’re like, already taken? You’re single right?

Fry: Single? Oh yeah, yeah I’m single. You?

Leela: Yeah, so, Elzar’s at eight?

Fry: Sure, for a date.

Leela: For a date. Cool, awesome. See you there.

Fry: Yeah, see you there.

Leela: OK, bye!

Fry: Bye!

Fry faints.

CUT TO: NNYC STREETS: THE NEXT NIGHT:

Fry is walking to Elzar’s, looking happy, but nervous. He stops off by a flower shop and picks up a bouquet.

Unfortunately however, as he is about to cross the street a taxi hovers through a large puddle on the street corner, and his clothes are spattered with mud and water.

Fry groans and tries to get it off.

Fry: I suppose I could go back and change, and call Leela to tell her I’m gonna be late… yeah, I’ll have to…wait a second…where are my keys? My keys to my apartment are gone! And I forgot my wallet!

A passing robber walks by waving a wallet.

Robber: Don’t worry buddy I’ll hang onto your wallet for ya.

Fry: Oh thanks!

Robber: Dumbass…

Fry: I’m gonna have to go in through the window…

CUT TO: OUTSIDE FRY’S APPARTMENT:

Fry is trying to climb a drainpipe into his window, with limited success.

Fry: Come on, almost…there…

The phone in his apartment starts ringing.

Fry: Oh crap…

He scrambles in through the window and picks up the phone.

Fry: Hello?

Leela: Fry? Where are you?

Fry: Oh hey Leela, the funniest thing happened, this cabbie drove by and sprayed me with water so I came back to change my clothes but had to climb in through the window because I forgot my keys, and then you rang me and now…here I am.

Leela: R-i-i-i-i-i-i-ght… well, we can reschedule if you want.

Fry: What? No! Uh…no it’s fine, I’m just gonna be a bit late…is all.

Leela: Alright well…I’m here now so…see you soon.

Fry: OK.

CUT TO: ELZAR’S:

Fry arrives on the scene with a fresh set of threads. He fumbles around.

Fry: Flowers…crap I forgot them! Ah well, I’ll get her some on the way back.

Fry goes in and sees Leela looking bored and restless at a table. He goes up to her and sits down. She smiles.

Fry: Hi! Sorry I’m late.

Leela: No problem, I’ve already ordered drinks I hope you don’t mind.

Fry: No, no I don’t mind. Uh…

Fry looks nervous.

Leela: Are you alright? You look…on edge.

Fry: No I’m fine I’m just…a bit…

Leela: Nervous?

Fry: Yeah…wait, what?

Leela: You’re nervous, it’s OK, I understand. You asked me out constantly for six years, and now, we’ve met up again and you finally get your chance, I’d be nervous too!

Fry: Hah…uh…umm…

Leela: It’s OK Fry, relax. It’s a date; it’s supposed to be fun.

Fry: It just all seems so…sudden; we only just saw each other again yesterday. Don’t you get to know someone before you go on a date?

Leela: I already know you from Planet Express, unless you’ve changed?

Fry: Changed? Me uh…no, no change.

Leela: So stop worrying! Everything’s going to be fine.

Fry: Right…uh…right.

CUT TO: OUTSIDE AN APPARTMENT: AFTER THE DATE:

Leela: This is me.

Fry: You’re not in 1I anymore?

Leela: No I moved out, I wanted to be closer to where I work.

Fry: … cool.

Leela: So…wanna come inside?

Fry: Well I don’t wanna keep you up late if you’ve got a case tomorrow or something…

Leela: No, I’m free tomorrow, it’s fine.

CUT TO: INSIDE LEELA’S APPARTMENT:

Leela: Would you like some coffee?

Fry: Uh…yeah sure.

Leela: OK.

Leela goes off and comes back with a tray with some coffee mugs on.

Fry: Nice place.

Leela: Yeah, I splashed out a bit, being a lawyer brings in some extra dough. How does being a comedy writer pay?

Fry: Oh, pretty good. It depends who you write for…you know Leela…you seem a bit…different.

Leela: I do?

Fry: Yeah…you’re a lot more laid back than you used to be.

Leela: Oh…is that…bad?

Fry: No! No it’s a good thing, really…really good.

Leela: Oh…

Fry: So…do you know how the others have been? Bender and Hermes and people?

Leela: Nope, haven’t heard from them.

Fry: Oh…

Leela: Sex?

Fry: Hm?

Leela: Sex?

Fry: What!?

Leela pounces on Fry and they start snogging. Fry goes goggle eyed.

CUT TO: LEELA’S APPARTEMENT: LATER:

Leela and Fry are having an après - sex cuddle.

Fry: Wow! That was great!

Leela: mmm, sure was. We can do it again tomorrow night if you like.

Fry: Seems awfully sudden though.

Leela: Don’t ask questions about it; just go with the flow Fry.

Fry: Uh… OK.

Leela: Great, see you here tomorrow at ten?

Fry: Ten? What about dating, dinner, flirtatious chat?

Leela: To hell with that, let’s just have sex.

Fry: Well…sure, why not?

CUT TO: A MUSICAL MONTAGE:

To James Brown’s, “I feel good!” we see Fry and Leela having sex several times.

CUT TO: LEELA’S PLACE: 3 MONTHS LATER:

Leela and Fry are having an après - sex cuddle.

Fry: Can we go out to dinner tomorrow night?

Leela: Where to?

Fry: Elzar’s?

Leela: Why?

Fry: Just because.

Leela: Because what?

Fry: because I love you and I want to buy you dinner.

Leela: Aww…sure we can sweetie. Then sex?

Fry: Then sex.

Leela: Yay!

CUT TO: ELZAR’S: THE NEXT NIGHT:

Fry and Leela are having dinner, fry is looking really nervous.

Leela: You OK? You look scared.

Fry: I’m fine…it’s just…really hot in here.

Leela: (Seductively) Well maybe you should take your clothes off…

Fry: After dinner, hah!

Leela: You sure you’re alright?

Fry: Yeah, there’s just something I wanna get off my chest…

Leela: It’s not me is it? Hah!

Fry: Well…it’s about you, yeah.

Leela: What? Are you breaking up with me?

Fry: No! It’s just…um…

Fry gets down on one knee and proffers a diamond ring.

Fry: Leela, will you marry me?

CUT TO: A YEAR LATER: FRY AND LEELA’S HOUSE:

Leela is making breakfast. Fry comes down. Uh – oh, there’s a song coming…

SONG:

Leela: How do you li-i-i-i-ke your eggs in the morning?

Fry: I like mine with a kiss…

Leela: Boiled or fried?

Fry: I’m satisfied, as long as I get my kiss.

Leela: How do you li-i-i-i-ke your toast in the morning?

Fry: I like mine with a hug.

Leela: Dark or light?

Fry: The world’s alright, as long as I get my hug. I’ve got to…

The song is cut short as Leela grabs him and they have a hug and a big kiss in one. Meanwhile, the toast is burning.

<FLASHBACK OVER: CUT BACK TO FRY AND LEELA’S PLACE: PRESENT DAY>

Fry: And that’s how it happened.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Fry goes to answer it.

And everyone’s favourite crustacean comes scuttling through the door!

Everybody: Hi Dr. Zoidberg!

Zoidberg: Hi everybody! (Spoof of Simpson’s Dr. Nick)

Zoidberg: I had the hardest time finding this place I did, I’m not late am I, did I miss the flashbacks?

Hermes: You did miss em you crusty entrée!

Zoidberg: Aww…

The camera leaves this scene gracefully as the old friends are chatting. Here comes another song…

SONG: LOUIS ARMSTRONG’S “What a wonderful world”:

To Louis’ soulful classic, we see various clips of the old series, our favourite times, moving on to new clips.

Fry playing an opera for Leela.

Fry proposing to Leela.

Their first child.

Louis: And I think to myself…

RIP Phillip J. Fry and Turanga Leela – Fry.

Louis: What a wonderful world…

Camera moves, revealing another tombstone.

RIP Futurama.

Louis: Oh yeah…

END

Special thanks to: WILL (LIKE HE DID ANYTHING, IT WAS ALL ME!)

ME (THE WRITER, I RULE!)

AND THANKS TO MATT GROENING FOR INSPIRING IT ALL!

The Will ‘n’ Olly organisation of Fanfics (WOOF) would like to remind you that all events, places and characters in this fanfic are fictional, and that any similarity to real events, places and characters would be really cool!

Well, goodbye everyone, it’s been great. Hope you all enjoyed our work, go and write your own! Will and Olly