AND NOW IT'S time for another episode of "I Love Chelly," about that wacky, lovable brunette who's married to a handsome, up-and-coming city attorney who wants to make it big in politics.
The front door opens in a house somewhere in Windsor Village.
Rocky: What's the matter, honey?
Chelly: Uh, Rocky
Chelly: I did it.
Rocky: You did it? That's an official city vehicle!
Chelly: Well, I had to get to the doctor's office, didn't I? I was backing up, and all of a sudden there was this pole
. And you know what a terrible driver I am. Little ol' me, driving that big old SUV? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha?
I guess I can take it to the official city garage — they can afford to fix it better than we can.
Chelly: Oh honey. Let me give you a great big official city kiss!
(Laughter, applause, fade-out.)
At City Hall, Rocky's phone rings.
Rocky: Hello? Chelly? I can barely hear you — where are you? What's all that commotion?
Chelly: Oh, it's that Paris Hilton — there's a whole lot of photographers waiting for her down here at the police station.
Rocky: The police station? You're at the police station?
Chelly: Now, don't say it like that. It's just a little mix-up. I forgot to fill out some forms, that's all.
Ho-ney, I'm ho-ome ...
The Rocky and Chelly show -- L.A. is laughing till it cries.
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