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FonzFan82 · 06-14-2012, 06:32 PM

Author's note: This is one of my first old stories I wrote and you can check this story at fanfiction.net under this name. I always thought it would be fun to have your own cast of characters based on the original TV show. Who is who:

Mr. C - Don McCarey
Mrs. C - Shirley McCarey
Joanie - Karen McCarey
Potsie - Jay McCarey
Richie - Bill Thompson
Al - Tina Thompson
Ralph - Steve Griswold

Later in the series: Fonz - Marlene Potsie Chachi - Carla Sanchez

Note that Marlene and Carla will not be introduced in this introductory story. In the first 10 chapters it might sound a bit like Scooby Doo but I have chapter one with the McCarey couple, Don and Shirley. Let me know what you think. It is over 30 chapters so I hope you like it but from time to time you will see the original characters themselves. At fictionpress I have a series going with this cast so I hope you will take the time to read the introductory here and let me know before you read 14 other stories about this cast so you would take the time to know this cast before reading other stories about them. This story takes place with the cast when they are more mature and more adult (30s and 40s). Let me know if you think they sound like the parts I have recreated them in.

Ch 1:

Kylie called Fred in Washington at that moment and he answered the phone. He was reading the morning newspaper.

"Hi, Kylie," Fred said.

"Hi, Uncle Fred," she said, and broke into tears.

He could tell she was worried.

"Kylie, sweetheart, what's wrong? Why the call?" he wanted to know, not understanding what was wrong.

She was crying even harder and couldn't answer Fred's questions.

"Something happened to my brother, right? Is that why you're calling me?" Fred asked, sensing something happened to Fred.

"Yes, something happened to him," Kylie said, crying hard tears.

He was having trouble understanding her words on the phone, but his doorbell rang. He put the phone down and it turned out to be the McCareys. They invited him to breakfast that morning.

"I'll be over soon, Mrs. McCarey. I'm on the phone with my niece. I can't understand a word she's saying. Will you help me understand what her words are? She's crying so hard," Fred told his neighbor.

"What is your niece's name?" Mrs. McCarey asked.

"Kylie Jones. She's my brother's daughter," he told her.

"I'll do my best to make the words out," she said and followed him into the kitchen.

Fred and Mrs. McCarey were on the phone again. Kylie was still in tears. Fred told her he had a neighbor over and he couldn't hear a word she was saying because of her teardrops.

"My neighbor is Shirley McCarey, Kylie, sweetheart, and she's going to help me understand what you're saying, because I can't understand one word you're saying," Fred told his niece.

Kylie was okay with that, but still in tears. Mrs. McCarey had no trouble understanding Kylie's words at all, but took her time telling Fred what she was saying. There was a knock at the door when Kylie was going to spread word about Fred's being in a coma.

Fred told Mrs. McCarey he was going to answer the door. It was Don McCarey, wanting to know why they weren't at the apartment eating breakfast with him.

"My niece is on the phone, and I'm having trouble with her words, Mr. McCarey, so that's why your wife is on the phone, telling me what my niece is saying," Fred said.

Mr. McCarey told Fred to take his time with the call from his niece and the meal could wait a little while longer. Mrs. McCarey was having no problem with the words Kylie was saying. Fred joined Mrs. McCarey again and asked what she made of his niece's words.

"She's saying something about your brother's being in a coma," Mrs. McCarey said.

"What!" Kylie heard him scream at the top of his lungs.

He took the phone from Mrs. McCarey and started to ask Kylie, who calmed down a little from all the crying she was doing.

"Did Freddy really go into a coma, sweetheart?" Fred asked her.

"Yes, Uncle Fred. That's why I'm having a hard time telling you. I know you go through a hard time with this kind of news and dealing with Grandma Jones's death at the same time," Kylie said.

"I'm not over that yet. We haven't even set up a funeral date yet," Fred said.

"Let me take care of that now. We don't know if Dad will come out of a coma or not yet. That answer will come later," Kylie said.

"Should I fly out and be with you and Freddy?" Fred asked.

"I'd like that," was her answer.

"I'll fly out right after I'm done eating breakfast," Fred told her.

"Okay. Sounds fine with me," she said, her nose sniffling a little.

"Your father is the only brother I've ever had and I don't want him to die. If he dies, I die," Fred told Kylie.

"I know how close you two are, Uncle Fred, but one of these days Dad won't be around you anymore and you have to start looking after yourself," Kylie said.

"Whom will I talk to when I have a problem? Who?" he asked, starting to cry now.

Kylie didn't have an answer to his question so she let him cry out his heart out a little bit longer. Fred thought he would skip breakfast and that morning and fly straight to Milwaukee and be with his family because of Fred's condition. He and Kylie said good - bye and hung up. The McCareys were still there, trying to cheer him up, but nothing worked. Mr. McCarey got the word from his wife that Fred's brother was in a coma.

"Fred, come here," Mr. McCarey said.

He was still in tears and went up to Mr. McCarey and he gave Fred a big hug.

"I don't want to eat breakfast this morning," Fred told the elderly couple.

"That's all right, Fred. We know how you feel about your brother," Mrs. McCarey said.

"I want to catch a flight to Milwaukee when you're done," he said to the couple.

"All right. We'll drive you to the airport when we're finished," Mr. McCarey told Fred and headed to their apartment, which was across from Fred's.

"Poor Fred, Don. First his mother, and now his brother. Do we know if his brother will make it or die?" Mrs. McCarey asked while they ate their pancakes.

"I don't know, Shirley. We'll find out from Fred. It's only three weeks away from Christmas," Mr. McCarey said, pouring syrup on his pancakes.

When his pancake was gone, Mr. McCarey took Fred's plate and finished them. Fred finished packing his suitcase and decided to wait to make a phone call to his brother's friends while in Milwaukee to Daphne and Shaggy about his brother. He had enough clothes for three weeks.

06-14-2012, 06:32 PM	#1
FonzFan82 Member Occasional Poster Join Date: Jun 14, 2012 Location: Colorado Posts: 25	The McCarey Files Author's note: This is one of my first old stories I wrote and you can check this story at fanfiction.net under this name. I always thought it would be fun to have your own cast of characters based on the original TV show. Who is who: Mr. C - Don McCarey Mrs. C - Shirley McCarey Joanie - Karen McCarey Potsie - Jay McCarey Richie - Bill Thompson Al - Tina Thompson Ralph - Steve Griswold Later in the series: Fonz - Marlene Potsie Chachi - Carla Sanchez Note that Marlene and Carla will not be introduced in this introductory story. In the first 10 chapters it might sound a bit like Scooby Doo but I have chapter one with the McCarey couple, Don and Shirley. Let me know what you think. It is over 30 chapters so I hope you like it but from time to time you will see the original characters themselves. At fictionpress I have a series going with this cast so I hope you will take the time to read the introductory here and let me know before you read 14 other stories about this cast so you would take the time to know this cast before reading other stories about them. This story takes place with the cast when they are more mature and more adult (30s and 40s). Let me know if you think they sound like the parts I have recreated them in. Ch 1: Kylie called Fred in Washington at that moment and he answered the phone. He was reading the morning newspaper. "Hi, Kylie," Fred said. "Hi, Uncle Fred," she said, and broke into tears. He could tell she was worried. "Kylie, sweetheart, what's wrong? Why the call?" he wanted to know, not understanding what was wrong. She was crying even harder and couldn't answer Fred's questions. "Something happened to my brother, right? Is that why you're calling me?" Fred asked, sensing something happened to Fred. "Yes, something happened to him," Kylie said, crying hard tears. He was having trouble understanding her words on the phone, but his doorbell rang. He put the phone down and it turned out to be the McCareys. They invited him to breakfast that morning. "I'll be over soon, Mrs. McCarey. I'm on the phone with my niece. I can't understand a word she's saying. Will you help me understand what her words are? She's crying so hard," Fred told his neighbor. "What is your niece's name?" Mrs. McCarey asked. "Kylie Jones. She's my brother's daughter," he told her. "I'll do my best to make the words out," she said and followed him into the kitchen. Fred and Mrs. McCarey were on the phone again. Kylie was still in tears. Fred told her he had a neighbor over and he couldn't hear a word she was saying because of her teardrops. "My neighbor is Shirley McCarey, Kylie, sweetheart, and she's going to help me understand what you're saying, because I can't understand one word you're saying," Fred told his niece. Kylie was okay with that, but still in tears. Mrs. McCarey had no trouble understanding Kylie's words at all, but took her time telling Fred what she was saying. There was a knock at the door when Kylie was going to spread word about Fred's being in a coma. Fred told Mrs. McCarey he was going to answer the door. It was Don McCarey, wanting to know why they weren't at the apartment eating breakfast with him. "My niece is on the phone, and I'm having trouble with her words, Mr. McCarey, so that's why your wife is on the phone, telling me what my niece is saying," Fred said. Mr. McCarey told Fred to take his time with the call from his niece and the meal could wait a little while longer. Mrs. McCarey was having no problem with the words Kylie was saying. Fred joined Mrs. McCarey again and asked what she made of his niece's words. "She's saying something about your brother's being in a coma," Mrs. McCarey said. "What!" Kylie heard him scream at the top of his lungs. He took the phone from Mrs. McCarey and started to ask Kylie, who calmed down a little from all the crying she was doing. "Did Freddy really go into a coma, sweetheart?" Fred asked her. "Yes, Uncle Fred. That's why I'm having a hard time telling you. I know you go through a hard time with this kind of news and dealing with Grandma Jones's death at the same time," Kylie said. "I'm not over that yet. We haven't even set up a funeral date yet," Fred said. "Let me take care of that now. We don't know if Dad will come out of a coma or not yet. That answer will come later," Kylie said. "Should I fly out and be with you and Freddy?" Fred asked. "I'd like that," was her answer. "I'll fly out right after I'm done eating breakfast," Fred told her. "Okay. Sounds fine with me," she said, her nose sniffling a little. "Your father is the only brother I've ever had and I don't want him to die. If he dies, I die," Fred told Kylie. "I know how close you two are, Uncle Fred, but one of these days Dad won't be around you anymore and you have to start looking after yourself," Kylie said. "Whom will I talk to when I have a problem? Who?" he asked, starting to cry now. Kylie didn't have an answer to his question so she let him cry out his heart out a little bit longer. Fred thought he would skip breakfast and that morning and fly straight to Milwaukee and be with his family because of Fred's condition. He and Kylie said good - bye and hung up. The McCareys were still there, trying to cheer him up, but nothing worked. Mr. McCarey got the word from his wife that Fred's brother was in a coma. "Fred, come here," Mr. McCarey said. He was still in tears and went up to Mr. McCarey and he gave Fred a big hug. "I don't want to eat breakfast this morning," Fred told the elderly couple. "That's all right, Fred. We know how you feel about your brother," Mrs. McCarey said. "I want to catch a flight to Milwaukee when you're done," he said to the couple. "All right. We'll drive you to the airport when we're finished," Mr. McCarey told Fred and headed to their apartment, which was across from Fred's. "Poor Fred, Don. First his mother, and now his brother. Do we know if his brother will make it or die?" Mrs. McCarey asked while they ate their pancakes. "I don't know, Shirley. We'll find out from Fred. It's only three weeks away from Christmas," Mr. McCarey said, pouring syrup on his pancakes. When his pancake was gone, Mr. McCarey took Fred's plate and finished them. Fred finished packing his suitcase and decided to wait to make a phone call to his brother's friends while in Milwaukee to Daphne and Shaggy about his brother. He had enough clothes for three weeks.