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Zebra Three |
Starsky & Hutch Holiday Greetings |
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Zebra Three |
Starsky & Hutch Holiday Greetings |
Note from Elf Management: It must be Christmas kismet. We received two stories with the Nutcracker ballet subject within two days of each other and were struck with how different the stories were despite the starting theme. The authors, who had not discussed their stories beforehand, agreed it would be fun to have them posted together.
Author’s Note: I watched The Kiev Ballet perform The Nutcracker last night. I love to see the ballet live when I can, but when I can’t I plug in my ancient VCR and watch an old tape with a cup of cocoa and a sigh. For some reason this year I thought the handsome Russian Nutcracker looked a lot like Starsky…
Hutch was halfheartedly working on an overdue report in the squad room at Metro while Starsky was handing out Christmas cookies baked by Minnie. Starsky was bullshitting with Simmons about the annual holiday pool tournament at Huggy Bear’s.
Note from Elf Management: It must be Christmas kismet. We received two stories with the Nutcracker ballet subject within two days of each other and were struck with how different the stories were despite the starting theme. The authors, who had not discussed their stories beforehand, agreed it would be fun to have them posted together.
Starsky didn’t bother knocking. He let himself into Hutch’s apartment quietly, hoping his partner was sleeping and not wanting to disturb his much needed rest. This whole case with Artie Solkin had done a real number on Hutch.
Starsky frowned, remembering how he’d found Hutch sitting in that dark rattrap hotel room, their teenaged murder suspect lying on the bed crying out in fear to Artie. Only Artie wasn’t there, so Hutch had played the part. His voice had been so weary that Starsky had barely recognized it.
“Oh where ha’ you been, Dave Starsky my pal
And where ha’ you been, you handsome dark cop?”
“I ha’ been at the market, partner make my bunk soon
For I’m wearied wi’ shoppin’ and fain wad lie down”
“And what ha’ you bought there, Dave Starsky my pal
And what ha’ you bought there, you handsome dark cop?”
“I bought wreaths and blintzes, partner make my bunk soon
For I’m wearied wi’ shoppin’ and fain wad lie down”
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The Ballad of Lord Christmas |
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Hutch Versus the Rat King |
The Nutcracker and The Prince |
Linda Baylor perched on a folding chair in the back of the Vice squad room as Captain Spalding strode through the cluster of cops waiting for their daily briefing. The metal chair, uncomfortable at the best of times, was made all the worse by the micro-mini skirt she wore, which prevented crossing her legs or even slouching. Linda didn’t want to flash her assets to the guys on the team before her actual assignment.
As usual, she was on hooker detail. She’d spend the afternoon and twilight hours strolling Washington Avenue in God-awful spike heels, her tootsies as painful as years ago when she briefly danced on point in the Poughkeepsie City Junior Ballet Corps.
“Looking good, Baylor!” Sid Campos gave her a Groucho Marx leer complete with mimed cigar.
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All He Wants for Christmas |
A Woman’s Work is Never Done |
Welcome to Me & Thee & Three, a Starsky & Hutch fan podcast! Listen to the pilot episode, with your hosts, Monica, Jen, and Rachel. In this episode, we look at whether we’re Hutch girls or Starsky girls, French Starsky and Hutch, Playgirl’s take, and, of course, fanworks! You can find us (soon!) at meandtheeandthree.wordpress.
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