ACK! *Hangs head in shame* I just realized I haven't written an Oliver! fic since "The Artful Escape" and I feel rotten! *Huggles the gang* I do so apologize, my dears! So here's, finally, an Oliver! fic! What if our dear gang members had encounters with techonology from the 21st century? Oh, the chaos that would ensue... This fic is possibly never ending...SO ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. I write about thieves, I myself am not one.

~Rosey


Consider Yourself...In the 21st Century?

Senario One: The TV

"I'm not gonna touch it!" Charley Bates gulped, backing away from the mysterious black square that had suddenly appeared in the hide-out that morning.

Dodger circled it cautiously before poking it and leaping back quickly with a yelp, and then laughed sheepishly at his friend. "I was just...uhh...seeing if it responded to loud noises. Yeah."

Suddenly, Charley tripped over a small box on the floor, with buttons covering the front of it. "Think this has something to do with that?" he asked, pointing to the bigger box Dodger had just circled.

"Maybe. Gimme," he demanded, yanking the remote out of Charley's hand and pointing it at the black screen. "I wonder if this little red button does anythin'..." He cautiously pushed the small knob on the top of the little square in his hand.

It was then that the TV flared to life, a soap opera showing on the screen. Both Dodger and Charley screamed, trying to hide behind the other.

"IT'S BLOODY ALIVE!" Dodger shouted, hiding his face with his top hat.

"FAGIN'S GONNA FLIP THAT THOSE TWO STRANGERS ARE IN OUR HIDE OUT!" Charley cried equally loud, shaking Dodger by the shoulders.

"A'ight mate, lemme go," Dodger grumbled, pulling out of Charley's grasp and nervously approaching the moving people on the screen. They were wearing odd clothes...the girl was in pants! Dodger bit his lip and addressed the strangers loudly.

"'Ey there! Wot are you doin' in that box and why the 'eck are you 'ere?" he asked, trying to sound intimidating.

"John left me for Kendra! It isn't fair, Jack! So now I'm comin' to you," the woman cried on the screen. Dodger blanched, unaware that she was addressing the man in the soap opera she was sharing the scene with, who just so happened to be named Jack same as Dodger was.

"Uhh...listen, lady, I don't know ya or this John or Kendra so I don't really know wot to...uhh..'ow to 'elp..." he said apologetically.

"But Samantha, you mustn't come to me!" the Jack on the TV inturrupted Dodger, turning away from the girl dramatically.

"'Ey I was talkin' to the lady!" Dodger glared at the actor.

"But Jack I love you!" Samantha cried, tossing herself at the man on the screen.

"If you love me then why are you tossin' yerself at 'im?" Dodger whined. He sighed in anger and aimed the remote at the TV, ready to hit the red button in hopes to make these two creeps go away.

"Wait no!" Charley was suddenly beside him, staring at the screen, transfixed. "I have to see wot 'appens!"

Dodger rolled his eyes. "Of course she ends up with that guy she's throwin' 'erself at...even though she loves me...I'm leavin'," his voice cracked and he bolted out of the room, leaving Charley alone with his new obsession.


Tehehe well there was the first encounter with modern techonology! Most of these one-shots will be about Dodge, of course, because we all love him...Even Samantha from the Soap Opera. lol

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~Rosey