A/N: I own everything! Well, except the people, I don't own them... or the town. That belongs to the Universal Media Studios... but I own the songs! No, wait, they're all just parodies of other peoples' songs... I own... um, I own... Darn... Wait! Wait! I totally own the HTML tags! What? Someone else invented those? Dad gummit!

The Next Day

"Jack, wake up," a mechanical voice insisted.

Sheriff Carter groaned and buried his head in his pillow.

"You need to get out of bed, Jack. You have a meeting with Dr. RoseMary Gold in an hour. She wishes to discuss public safety with you," S.A.R.A.H. urged him. S.A.R.A.H. stood for Self-Actuated-Residential-Automated-Habitat. She served as Jack's house and, occasionally, as his alarm clock.

"What? Is it noon already?" Jack glanced down at his watch. "Great, why didn't you wake me sooner?" Jack grabbed his coat and turned to the door, only to look back quickly. "Oh, by the way, where is Zoe?"

"She is at work," S.A.R.A.H answered him. "When will you be home, Jack?" S.A.R.A.H. asked with an odd tone to her automated voice.

"I probably won't be back anytime soon," Jack informed her as he slammed the door, leaving S.A.R.A.H. with her thoughts.

A tune vaguely resembling Disney's "Love is an Open Door" began to waft through the air as S.A.R.A.H. started to sing. "All my life has been an opening of doors in my base. I wish that I could follow you. I've been trying my whole life to make this your place. Maybe I should throw a party or make some fondue. Why do you, want to leave me so much? Is it that you don't want me anymore? Don't open up that door. Don't open up that door and leave again. I will do so much more for you, to stay, with me! Don't open up that door."

S.A.R.A.H. sighed. "Please, Jack, Zoe. Don't leave me here alone,"

Global Dynamics

Fargo fell into step with Jack as they walked into Allison's office.

"Hey, Fargo. What are you working on, Allison?" Jack greeted his friend and his girlfriend wearily.

She sighed and leaned heavily on her caramel-colored hand.

"Well, right now I'm trying to figure out more about this singing thing. Also, reports have been coming in about people dancing and singing so passionately, that they burst into flames."

"Flames? As in fire and spontaneous combustion?" Jack threw his hands up in the air. "Great! As if we didn't have enough problems already."

Fargo snapped his fingers.

"Hey, that reminds me. How did your meeting with Dr. Gold go?"

"It was a nightmare. She wants me to spend valuable time and resources on guarding the new caveman exhibit at the museum." Jack sat down with a huff. "And the worst thing is she has no singing voice. Sounds like a banshee."

"Ouch," Fargo winced. "Did she change her mind at least?"

"No," Jack groused and then brightened. "Hey, I don't suppose you would be willing to talk to her?"

"Sure," Fargo shrugged. "You want to go do that now?"

"Yes! Ah, I mean yeah, that would be helpful," Jack turned to leave.

Allison grabbed his arm and started to sing a Sound of Music parody. "How do you solve a problem like Eureka?"

Jack shrugged and responded. "How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?"

Allison threw her hands up in the air. "How do you find solutions to the chaos?"

Jack looked at Fargo quizzically. "A really big stick?"

Fargo joined in. "Guns that are sick? A showdown?"

Allison crossed her arms and shook her head. "Many a things you wish weren't quite so blurred. Many a things you wish to understand. But how do you make this town stay, in this timeline and space?"

Jack sang back to her. "How do you keep a wave upon the sand?"

All three of them proceeded to sing the next line together. "How do you solve a problem like Eureka?"

They all stopped.

"Freaky," Fargo shivered.

"We should probably go," Jack said, uneasily glancing at Allison.

"Yeah," Fargo grabbed his coat. "Bye, Allison."

They both left in a hurry. Allison turned back to her computer and sighed, slowly singing the last line by herself. "How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?"

That Night

Fargo sat glumly at his desk, his head in his hands. Everyone was so busy researching the songs and the spontaneous combustion that no one had time to come to his office Christmas party. So here he was alone. Sadly, he opened his mouth and started to sing a Les Miserables Parody. "And now I'm all alone again, and all are gone, no one to turn to.

"Without a bash, without a band, without a face to say hello to.

"And now the night is here. And I can make believe they're here. Sometimes I dance alone at night, when everybody else is absent. I think of friends and then I'm happy with the company I'm keeping. Eureka goes to bed, and I can live inside my head.

"On my own, pretending they're beside me. All alone, we live it up 'till morning. Without them, I laugh at jokes around me. And when I lose my way, I close my eyes, and they have found peace."

Suddenly, the song changed from "On My Own" to "In My Own Little Corner".

"In my own corner office, in my ergonomic chair, I can be with whoever I want to be. On the wings of my fancy, they will flock to me here, and the world will open its arms to me."

He sighed and switched tunes again.

"Someday my friends will comeā€¦"

The Next Morning

Jack walked into the police station and glanced at his coworker Andy, the Deputy Sheriff, who was equipped with the latest technology.

"Hey, Andy." He gave the android a pleading look. "Please, tell me nothing noteworthy has happened today."

Andy smiled at Jack with child-like glee. "I gave Lara Newton a ticket for parking her hover cycle in front of a fire hydrant. She implored me not to with a delightful little ditty. Seth Osbourne has filed a complaint about Fargo's- And I quote- 'Loud singing at all times of day and night'. Also, we both have a bunch of paperwork to do."

Jack plopped into a chair.

"Great," he said sarcastically. "Lay it on me."

Night Time

Zoe walked slowly down the street. She was alone and cold, but she didn't want to go in yet. She noticed a poster in the window for the father-daughter dance in February, and gazed at it forlornly. Fingering her necklace, she began to sing. "Does anybody even notice? Does anybody even care?"

Zoe turned around and screamed as an ugly red demon pulled a bag over her head. They dragged her away, her shouts fading into the night.

A/N: Next chapter should be up on the 20th. Please leave a review and let me know what you think!