Futurama xxx story part 12: I Dream of Leela Chapter 3

I didnt know you liked it. Fry: It looks good on you. Not that anything looks bad on you. Leela: Whatever you say. (She walks into the bedroom and shuts the door. )Fry: Yes! Somebodys gonna score tonight(He waltzes into the kitchen whistling You Sexy Thing)Scene: Outside the kitchen. (Leela is wearing a semi-short red satin dress. Fry is wearing a nice shirt and slacks. Hes covering her eye and leading her into the kitchen. )Leela: Can I look yet? Fry: Just a secondOkay, now. (He uncovers her eye and takes her hand. The camera angle switches to show the table covered with a red tablecloth. The room is lit by a few candles and a single red rose sits in a vase. )Leela: FryII dont know what to sayFry: Dont say anything. Just sit. (He leads her over to her chair, where she is seated. He then places a plate of spaghetti at each of their spots. )Leela: This is so sweet. (He takes her hand from across the table. )Fry: Leela, theres something Ive always wanted to axe you, but every time-(The phone rings. )Fry: Let the machine get it. Leela: (getting up) What if its important? (She runs to the phone. Fry sighs. Leela answers it. The Professor appears on the screen. )Professor: Leela, is Fry there? Leela: Yeah. Do you want me to get him? Professor: Just tell him to get down here. I need the two of you down here immediately. (He hangs up. )Fry: Well, that was weird. Leela: We better do what he says. Cmon. …to be continued!