CONTINUING: "Spaced-Out Warners"

[Anthonynotes]

...from a link to its version on the Old Story Board:
http://www.toonzone.net/cgi-bin/wbcbb/wwwthread.cgi?action=show&board=story&bnum=2&num=1785&bg=story

[As the Heroes are all induced into arguing by the villains, we cut to the villains in a seperate room/lair. We see Dudley, Leader, and Plotz seated in front of terminals that represent the computerized ones that the DMV gives drivers' licence exams on. Minion walks up to them with a clipboard...]

MINION: Well, um, sirs, while that hallucinogenic-inducive robotic insect was a strong plan, it will require more than that to achieve ultimate victory in the Final Confrontation�. And since past experience shows us that this is a key area of failure in villainous schemes, I've prepared this brief training simulator so that you may test your knowledge of Final Confrontational battle tactics, sharpen your skills, and, uh, take a little practice Confrontational run, heh-heh....

DUDLEY: (reading his screen) "During the Final Confrontation�, you may encounter certain patterns of tactics used by the heroes. To counteract the traditional "drop anvils on you and blow you to kingdom come" tactic, you should:
A) Utilize your ninja-thug army in a last stand,
B) Utilize your main villainous device/tactic [Tesla Death Ray, Dip, etc.] to counteract your foes,
C) Utilize an original, and completely unexpected final counterattack, or
D) Take preventative tactics by disabling their typical Final Confrontation� anvils and explosives tactics, then utilize an original counterattack to finish them off."

DUDLEY: Um, geez, I think I know this....[reaches for a little booklet labelled "The Rules of the Road to Villainy", but Minion shakes his head, as if to note no peeking. Dudley scratches his head, uses some scratch paper to do a process-of-elimination on the obvviously-wrong answers, before finally pressing "D". The screen lights up with "CORRECT". Dudley pumps his fists in the air, but sees Plotz and Leader staring at him oddly; Dudley quickly quiets back down and grins sheepishly.]

LEADER: (Reading his screen) "As you're pulling away from the curb to engage in your villainous scheme, you see the Heroes are approaching in an attempt to slow you down. Should you:
A) Send the ninja-thugs after them to slow them down while you pull away,
B) Yank a character from the past via a time machine into the present to thwart them with,
C) Utilize the musical score of "Bye Bye Birdie" to counterattack a potential musical-number-attack sequence by the heroes,
D) Use your knowledge of the defense and foraging habits of the common field mouse to launch a counterattack,
or E) All of the above?"

LEADER: Hmmm...that's a tough one. (Rubs the sides of his genetically-enhanced-intellectually forehead) But my superior brain tells me it's... (Presses "A", and the screen lights up with "CORRECT")

PLOTZ: (Reading his screen) "If a ninja-thug leaves Toledo at 5:15 PM and heads for the Final Confrontation�, and another ninja-thug leaves Topeka at 6:25 PM and heads for the same Confrontation�, and assuming a constant speed, how would you stop a potential surprise Final Confrontation� attack by the Heroes, if they're not using the anvils-and-explosives approach? Assume Brain and/or Billie have devised some sort of elaborate device meant to send your scheme packing:
A) Send Pikachu after them
B) Send recycled-stock-footage after them to slander their image among the public-at-large
C) Come up with an original plan that they'd never see coming
D) Wait for the ninja-thugs to arrive, then launch a ninja-thug attack
E) Cancel their shows and combine them into a mish-mosh with an impossibly long title and CGI opening sequence
F) Plead for mercy, and hope they go light on the explosives this time around"

PLOTZ: (Sweating) Um...oh, geez...I know this one...ahhh..... uh... (scratches some calculations on a piece of paper, taps some buttons on a calculator, does "eenie meeny miney moe" on his fingers, checks to see if there's a penalty point for getting a wrong answer, and then hits "A". We see the screen display "INCORRECT". Plotz, stressed, passes out from the shock. The others stare at him, and shrug at the camera.)

[Cut back to the heroes, specifically the Brain-half of the team, who're still arguing....]

BRAIN: (Suddenly seeing the image of Wally Faust instead of Lobo) I don't know what your scheme is, but you're *not* getting away with kidnapping me again! However it is you broke out of jail....

LOBO: (Seeing Slappy as Superman, and still grabbing onto her) Don't try breakin' free, Supesy.... (a bit of light reflects off of Slappy's purse buckle and hits Lobo, who flinches) YAAAH! Ohhh, tryin' ta hit me with heat vision, huh? Well, I'm gonna...

JOANIE: (Raises a hand) Hold it right there, that's what!

LOBO: Look, missy, the Main Man's got a lot of pain to give, and Supes here deserves a little piece...

JOANIE: I *mean*, hold it right there...this *isn't* the Man of Steel.

LOBO: But the bum just hit me with his wimpy heat vision!

JOANIE: Impossible. Those aliens are beaming red sunlight to Earth, remember?

LOBO: So?

JOANIE: So, Superman doesn't have any powers under a red sun...and without his powers, he couldn't use heat vision. So, how could be be here?!

LOBO: I dunno...'cause he's, uh, super?

(Joanie rolls her eyes at Lobo's simplistic response, but suddenly sees a robotic-like bit of metal under Brain's fur) What's this? (Reaches down, and yanks it out; examines it) Hmm...Mully, what do you make of this?

MULLY: (Looks at it) Some sort of robotic, cybernetic parasite designed to stimulate the adrenaline functions of the body and affect the judgement and visual perception centers of the brain. (Sees Joanie staring at her) Ran into these on last week's episode.

JOANIE: *Oh*...

[Mully reaches over and yanks off the flys from the others]

BRAIN: (Rubbing the back of his neck) (Eyeing the robo-flies) Hmph....so we were being *manipulated* into engaging in our lowest instincts...an actually formidable tactic, but only a minor delay. However, it might've bought enough time for those thugs to set up whatever attack plan they wish to use during the Final Confrontation�...now come, let us be off!

BILLIE: *Ahem*.

BRAIN: What?

BILLIE: Um...a little thing called an *apology*?

BRAIN: *WHAT?!* But none of those things I said *count*...I was being mind-controlled!

BILLIE: Whatever, Eggy...still, I'd like a little settling of things before we move on.

BRAIN: *But*....

BILLIE: (Filing her nails) Not leavin' until you do...

BRAIN: (Fumes briefly, and slaps his face) *Fine*....(quickly) BillieI'msorry. There, now can we go?!?

BILLIE: (Stops filing) Eh, good enough. Come on... (they all walk off)

BRAIN: (Walks alongside Billie; to Billie) You know that wasn't really necessary....so why humiliate me like that?

BILLIE: (Shrugs) I dunno...was just curious to see if you'd actually say it. Besides, those remarks weren't very nice...

BRAIN: (Sighs) Of course they weren't...precisely why those villains tried to stimulate our, ahem, less-desirable personality traits and thoughts like that. And since this attack was actually *original*, I can imagine what tactics they have in mind for the Confrontation�...

[Cut to the Warners, where we see Wakko's managed to back his sibs into a corner, still thinking his sibs are walking lattes...]

YAKKO: Now, Wakko, calm down...I'm sure we can settle this...(chuckles) er, Dot?

DOT: Oh, like *I'm* going to help *you*, Mr. "Overabuse-a-certain-gag-to-death"....what's next on the fanfic cliches list, huh, swearing uncharacteristically and getting married? (Makes kissy faces) Oooh, I forgot....the day you get a girl is the day Britney Spears finds her *talent*.

YAKKO: Well at least *I* don't insist on turning the decor of everything into some reject from Martha Stewart's catalog...

DOT: Oh, that's *it*... (Makes a karate-like move) HIIIYYYAAAAHHH! [Dot jumps on Yakko, and the two begin fighting...Wakko, still coffee-crazed, joins in, and a fight cloud emerges...we see from the stress of the fight the robotic parasites are flung off the sibs, and when the cloud clears, we see Wakko's biting into his own leg...]

DOT: Whoa...feels like my head just got hit by some crazed, coffee-loving maniac...

WAKKO: No foolin'! (Pouts) Uh...sorry I thought you were lattes and tried to devour you in a fit of caffeinated rage, or somethin'.

YAKKO: Aaaaaahhh, think nothin' of it, Wakko.

WAKKO: Faboo! Guess I can hold off on cashing in my "get 1 free coffee with every ten" card (whips it out, and Dot snatches it away)

DOT: Sorry, Wakko, but we don't have time for this...we've got to find the bad guys! Betcha they did this....

YAKKO: Right! (Eyes Lobo's bike) But we *do* have time for... (they jump on the bike, and the bike lurches forward through the White House once more, with the sibs fighting over who gets to drive....)

(To be continued)

[Captain Caps]

Cut to Lisa's compound. Axel, in a moment of depression, is crying...and not cursing either. In the background, we hear an extended version of "Holding Back The Years" by Simply Red.

Axel: (dots indicate sobs) This...is all my...fault. Quick judgements...the wrong few words...my world is falling apart...The Warners were right...I AM AN IDIOT!...OH, GOD!...WHY? (Axel wipes away a tear with the bandage-covered remains of his finger) If Lisa killed me now...The whole operation would be fine!...I'd be gone...The Warners would be happy...Morris?

Morris: (removing a sliver of vinyl from his arm. A red-streaked record jacket for The Time's "Ice Cream Castles" lays on the floor) Yeah, Axe?

Axel: If I were to ask you to kill me, what would you say?

Morris: (Enraged at Axel's depression, he turns to him) Listen to yourself! You can't blame the problems of an emotionally distraught woman all on yourself, and I'm sorry, but no human is worth getting jail time. I could never kill you. We come from a common cloth. Besides, you only did what was right. The law had to be carried out. The task just partially fell on you. Axel, you have worth. You have wit. The Warners like you. They just like goofing around with you. (Calming down) C'mon, back when Prince still partook of milk products, he loaded my dressing room with ice cream. It's just goofs. They like you. They honestly care for you. If they didn't care for you at all, then you would have burned to your death on that lonely stretch of highway. Axel, give yourself credit. You're not bad at all. You are awesome.

Axel lets out a smile. There's silence for 10 seconds.

Axel: Thanks, Morris! Can I have a hug?

Morris: Sure!

They get up and really bear-hug each other. Axel cries a little more.

Morris: Don't worry, Axel. We'll be okay. We will.

A newly-energized Axel and Morris walk down to Lisa's office. They triumphantly sing the chorus to the Four Tops' 1988 song "Indestructible".

Axel & Morris: 2 hearts that can beat as one/ There ain't a single thing we can't overcome/ We're indestructible/ Indestructible/ We've got the power of love!

Axel knocks on Lisa's door.

Lisa: (V.O) I still got the hammer. I can crack you two open like walnuts.

Axel: I fear you no more. Let me in. We need to talk. I won't hurt you.

Lisa: (Opens the door) What do you need?

Axel: If it's any help, I can get you back in contact with your father.

Morris gets a quizzical, wide-eyed look on his face.

Lisa: Whaddya think I am, an idiot? There is no way I can ever contact him again (Lisa chokes back a tear). You are a (bleep)ing heartless swindler.

Axel: (frustrated) Look, trust me this one time. (Calming down) When I was younger, my grandfather Josiah told me of a power that ran in our family. We could communicate with the dead. I discovered many things. I found out, for example, that the family is related to a royal family in Africa. I'm pretty sure that I have a royal name. I've always wanted to ask this family that question. I will one day. Until that time, I am willing to channel your father so that you can discuss, talk and say what you weren't able to. Bearing in mind that you'll be arrested after I make this contact, do you accept?

Lisa: (Teary-eyed) Um...Oh, God...Um...Yes, I accept!

Axel: Good. I will need to gather up materials. One more thing, Lisa. If I am to do this, you must cast aside all weaponry.

Lisa: If it'll get me back in contact with him, then...I agree.

---I'm still manning the Axel subplot---

---PICK UP HERE---

[Anthonynotes]

[Cut away from Michigan's actor/cop-turned-rookie US House Representative and Morris, and back to the villains.]

LEADER: [Backs away from his terminal] Enough of this training, Minion!

MINION: Um, yes sir. Does this mean you're ready to, um, engage them in the Final Confrontation�?

LEADER: (Pumps his fists) YES! With my genetically superior brainpower and our technology, we can't....

MINION: ---fail? Um, yes, sir, but considering the means of which they've defeated their foes time and time again, I truly wish you'll consider a Confrontation tactic that differs from those that went before.

PLOTZ: Oh, come on...I mean, why do we have to do something different? I mean, if the same thing didn't work *before*, maybe it'll work, um, for the twelfth time in a row?

DUDLEY: (Rolling his eyes, along with Leader and Minion) (Sarcastically) Spoken like a true entertainment executive... (normal tone) Listen, Plotz, we can't just go in and face those characters with the same tactics others have used before---that way surely lies the path of defeat. But not to worry...I think I have a means to ensure our victory, using each of our natural strengths.

PLOTZ: (Sounding hopeful) Um, might this include my Pokemon?

DUDLEY: (Rolling his eyes again) *Yes*, it'll include that Pikachu thing of yours.... (Pulls out some paper, and begins drawing some plans) OK, gather around, all...this is what we'll do.... (Minion, Leader, and Plotz gather around Dudley's desk and listen...)

[Cut away from the characterization of the villains, to the Brain half of the team, standing in the main foyer of the White House...]

BRAIN: No sign of those villains, *or* their guards. They're surely planning something more elaborate than these robotic flies.... (Suddenly, they all hear some noise...)

BILLIE: (Adjusting the caffeine-ator's pressure settings) Um, guys....that sounds awfully loud...

JOANIE: And carbon monoxide-spewing...

MULLY: And in need of an oil change...

SLAPPY: And--aw, heck with this stupid routine! It's---

LOBO: (Perking up/interrupting Slappy) *MY HAWG*!

[Yes, we see zooming into the main foyer are the Warners, on Lobo's bike; they zip around the other heroes, laughing all the while....Brain rolls his eyes at this merrymaking of theirs, while Lobo quickly reaches out and grabs the bike in mid-circling, causing it to come to a sudden stop and throwing the Warners off....a crashing sound is heard. Pan over to see the sibs have their heads stuck through paintings of Franklin D. Roosevelt, Abraham Lincoln, and Gerald Ford respectively....]

YAKKO: (Head through the FDR painting, dazed) We have nothing to fear, but...Rosie O'Donnell.

WAKKO: (Head through Abe's painting, also dazed) Um.... "four score and seven innings ago?"

DOT: (Through Gerald Ford's painting, also dazed) Uh... "you're all pardoned?"

BRAIN: (Flatly) Nice to see you could rejoin us, *and* return Lobo's cycle in the process.

YAKKO: (Yanks the painting off his head) Er, yeah...that's us. Helpful, courteous, not under parasitic control and forced to pointlessly fight each other...

BRAIN: *Very well*, then. Now, if you're through with your pointless antics, might we resume the search for---

VOICE: (From nowhere) Your *doom*?

BRAIN: (Almost whispering) *Dudley*...

VOICE: Yes, Brain...you who've cost me much in the past...

JOANIE: OK, I know we've eaten up a lot of time already getting to this point, but could somebody tell me what it is that started your villainy?

DUDLEY: *Oh, no*, we're not falling for the "villain explains his scheme while the heroes buy themselves some time" bit....if you want *that* info, missy, ask the Brain....

JOANIE: *Blast*...

DUDLEY: Go ahead, Brain...I'm listening....

BRAIN: (Raising an eyebrow) Very well, then....to summarize: (Flashback clouds) Dudley was once an aspiring Warner Bros. animation star, but his extremely mediocre cartoons and the rising popularity of Slappy Squirrel and Bugs Bunny forced an end to his career, and with his cartoons currently banished to the 3 AM Sunday timeslot on Cartoon Network... after spending the next half-century in various occupations, he decided some months back to try to take over Mexico with the aid of Rocky, Muggsy, Daffy, Sylvester, and the super-speed-granting "hypervelocity suit" in an attempt to re-establish his acting career. But thanks to Pinky, Billie and I having our *own* hypervelocity suits, we quickly handed Dudley defeat via Pinky's...ahem... "unique" solution of generating a superspeed effect that sent Dudley on a, until now, one-way trip into the far future... * [* - more or less summarizing "Fastest Mice Alive" ---Brainatra] But apparently, he's somehow managed to come *back* from the future to presumably achieve his insipid goal of becoming a big star once again....

DUDLEY: (Irate) It is *not* insipid! And besides, I had to come back---with technology from the year 2465 A.D. on hand, I would be assured success here in the 21st century! And now that we've had time to prepare for the Final Confrontation�, *including* this extended origin retelling monologue (Brain rolls his eyes), it is *time* to *begin*!

PINKY: Oh, yeah? Well, Mr. Not-so-nice puppy man, you'll never beat us! We're unstoppable! Unbeatable! And besides, you blew up Axel! (Near hysterical) YOU MANIACS...YOU BLEW HIM UP! DARN YOU---DARN YOU ALL TO *HECK*! (Sobs)

BILLIE: Pinks, no offense, but that line's starting to get a *teensy* bit old...

PINKY: (Stops sobbing) Erm, not as old as that "two places at once" thingy, is it?

OTHERS (EXCEPT THE WARNERS): (Emphatically) *NO*!

YAKKO: Geez, create a localized distortion in the space-time continuum a few hundred times and no on ever lets you forget it....

(Suddenly, we see the heroes shimmering, a la the "Enterprise" teleporter....we see all the heroes are teleported into seperate all-white-looking rooms: the Warners and Valley Girls in one room, the lab mice, Joanie and Mully in another room, and Slappy, Skippy, and Lobo in a third room....)

LOBO: (To the squirrels) Hey, those feebs didn't get those fraggin' Worms....maybe we've got backup fer this Final Confron-whatsits thingamajig?

SLAPPY: Eh, I kinda doubt it....

[Zip pan to the orbiting "Enterprise", which now has across its bridge a giant "Starbucks" banner...inside, we see the Worms are on the bridge, selling coffee to various alien passerby [and drinking half of it in the process]...)

WORM 1: To capitalism!

WORM 2: To java!

WORM 3: To shamelessly ripping off a successful chain operation's idea!

WORM 4: True, but no folk singing allowed here...

WORM 1: Woo-hoo!

[Zip back to the heroes in their seperate rooms; Dudley's voice is heard eminating to all three rooms]

DUDLEY: Now, let us begin...the *FINAL CONFRONTATION�*! (Laughs)

PINKY: Um....is this one being televised to a coast-to-coast audience thingy, POIT?

DUDLEY: (VO) Um...are we broadcasting this thing?

PLOTZ: (VO) Lemme check... (thumbs through some papers) Yes, we're airing it in place of our "Avogadro's-number-put-to-shame Poke-marathon"!

DUDLEY: (VO) Excellent! Now, let this battle...*being*!

[In the Warners' room...]

YAKKO: *Please*. (to sibs) Well, guys, I guess this'll be yet another repetitive Final Confrontation�...ready with the usual game-ending tactics?

DOT: Um, Yakko...they cut off access to our weapons, remember?
No anvils, no explosives, no ropes-appearing-from-nowhere to pull....

YAKKO: (Flatly) Oh, yeah....*that*.

[Suddenly, Plotz's holographic head appears in front of the Warners/Valley Girls]

PLOTZ'S HOLOGRAPHIC HEAD: *Yes*, that....and now, we're ending your brand of wacky non-Pokemon-related hijinks once and for all! Prepare to be *defeated*!

[Cut to Joanie, Mully, and the mice's room]

BRAIN: (Whispering to Billie, who's still pulling the caffeine-ator behind her) Billie....I presume they're planning on sending into this room some aspect designed to prey on our weaknesses...

BILLIE: (Polishing one of the dials, whispering) Kind of figured that, Eggy....

BRAIN: (Whispering) Yes...well, I presume they're planning on carrying out this Final Confrontation� from some remote location inside the White House. If it were possible to escape from this room through some means, maybe we could track down where they're controlling this battle from, catch them by surprise, and use the caffeineator on their own tesseract-based weaponry and finish them off!

BILLIE: (Whispering) No problem.... assuming we can get out of here....

MULLY: Not to worry...I've been in tighter spots than this with Sculder. With Joanie's help we'll survive....

[Suddenly, we see a holographic image of Dudley's head in the room]

DUDLEY: (Hearing this snippet) Survive? I very much doubt it....ready? Here we go! (Laughs sinisterly)

[Cut to the squirrels' & Lobo's room....they're facing the Alien Leader's holographic head]

LEADER: I'm sure you'll find this Final Confrontation� technique to be both *original* *and* effective! Thanks to my genetically-enhanced brain, computer simulations and careful test group polling, this tactic has a 99.9999% *guaranteed* victory rate!

SLAPPY: Uh-huh. (Whips out a bomb, and tosses it at a wall for practice; it explodes, but leaves the wall unscathed. The leader's head laughs) *Oooh-kay*, this is different.

LEADER: As if we *hadn't* anticipated that tactic, Miss Squirrel.... (ceases laughing, and sighs) oh, well...prepare to die.

[In a three-way split screen, we see all the heroes in their seperate rooms gulp...]

[Pick up here]

[Anthonynotes]

[Commercials promoting "Static Shaq 2: Electric Boogaloo" play...then, cut back to Our Heroes, who're still in the seperate rooms, all gulping. Suddenly, the walls seperate, piling them all into the same room, with their foes' holographic images all together...]

BILLIE: (Rubbing her head) That was unpleasant.

WAKKO: Hey, look! (points at Dudley's holographic head, along with Alien Leader's and Plotz's)

DUDLEY: Well, since we realized that any of the traditional Final Confrontation™ tactics will result in backfiring on us, and with a heavy chance of having a "Team Rocket" pulled, which would be the *least* painful result, we've decided to subject to you all a most *severe* form of torture, guaranteed to end your miserable lives!

DOT: Watching the 76ers get creamed by the Lakers?

YAKKO: Watching the *Pacers* get creamed by the Lakers?

WAKKO: Watching the once-mighty *Bulls* get creamed by...um...everyone else?

ALIEN LEADER: *Worse*! [We see the heads disappear...]

JOANIE: Hmm...maybe they've changed their minds?

SLAPPY: Either that, or these mooks are gonna throw at us the usual lame Final Confrontation™ stuff...didja remember to study those martial arts lessons, Skippy? Gotta feelin' it's ninja-thug-time again...

SKIPPY: Er, sorry, Aunt Slappy...you cancelled my lessons so you could pay for that HBO subscription, remember?

SLAPPY: Oh, yeah... sorry, Skip.

SKIPPY: (To Joanie) This is what happens when I have an aunt who *really* likes Dennis Miller...

SLAPPY: (Off-screen) I heard that...

[The heroes (the Warners, Slappy, Skippy, Joanie, Mully, the two Valley Girls, and Lobo, in case you've forgotten) all brace themselves for the villain's onslaught...Billie clutches the nozzle of the caffeine-ator tightly.]

[We see smoke fill a corner of the room, and several figures begin to step forward...the first figure is none other than...]

BRAIN: (Shocked) *ZALGAR*!

ZALGAR: *In the flesh*....and hopefully soon, your *brain* will be so, as well. (Laughs, as Brain glares at the brain-eating alien)

DOT: Hmph...I kind of had a feeling that *he'd* show up in this thing sooner or later...space aliens....Zalgar...invasions...

YAKKO: Really? I never would've thought it.

BRAIN: (Angry) Well, *I* did....somehow, I just *knew* Zalgar had to be connected with all this in some way...

DOT: (Pats Brain on the head, which annoys him even more) Awww, there there, Brain....don't get upset. You'll make your brain even more wrinkly... (sees Zalgar) Er...never mind.

[We see step from the smoke another figure...it resembles a metallic, robotic figure with various wires running along its body, and a red, monocle-like eyepiece. Its human half of its face resembles a certain non-hamster CEO of MicroSponge...]

WILLIAM GRATES: Greetings, fools. Prepare to be assimilated...into my *next* operating system upgrade!

BRAIN: What th---?! While I admit he's retaken control of MicroSponge since Snowball's..."disappearance"... there's been no indication that he's ever been...well...*cybernetic*. How...??

[From the shadows, we see yet *another* figure step forward...it resembles the typical Generic Hired Goon (not a ninja-thug)...he seems a bit disoriented.]

HIRED GOON: (Glares at the two Valley Girls) Hey! It's dose two broads I was hired by "20" ta take down....(peers more closely at them) Gee, you've aged a lot...(whips out a photo labelled "Calli and Wendi, Fall 1991")

CALLI: Like, what-*ev*.

WENDI: You'd better check yourself before you wreck yourself, or somethin'...

BRAIN: This grows curiouser and curiouser...

PINKY: *Naaarf*....

[Soon, yet another figure steps forward....it's none other than Sigourney Weaver. However, she looks a bit, well, "frazzled"...we see dark rings under her eyes, as if she's been under extreme duress...]

WAKKO: *HELLOOOOO, NUR---*

SIGOURNEY: (Sounding insane) *STUFF IT, YA (BLEEP)IN' DOGGY-BOY!* (Whips out a Big Honkin' Futuristic-Looking Gun, and fires it at Wakko; we see Wakko barely dodge the blast)

WAKKO: Uh, gee, I was just tryin' to be polit----

SIGOURNEY: (Still sounding beserk) *POLITE*?!? JUST LIKE THAT JERK WHO CAST ME IN THIS NEVER-ENDING, NIGHTMARE MOVIE THEY'RE SHOOTING?! "ALIEN RESURRECTION"?!? MORE LIKE "ALIEN *FREAKIN'* NIGHTMARE!*

YAKKO: Ahhh, while I can see how anyone being forced to work for James Cameron could go a little ca-ca coo-coo, dontcha think---

SIGOURNEY: (Still crazed) THINK?! HA! AS IF ANY THOUGHT WENT INTO THIS PIECE OF DREK!!! (Sees Mully) *OOOH, IF IT ISN'T LITTLE MISS "I-HAVE-A-SUCCESSFUL-SHOW-ON-FOX!" (Starts to reload her gun) YOU'RE GOIN' *DOWN*, MISSY! YOU'RE *ALL* GOIN' DOWN!!!

BILLIE: *OK*, Eggy, this is *definitely* getting strange...

PINKY: Oh, yes! NARF! She shouldn't carry around that much really shiny futuristic-type leather---it's so last *year*!

[Apparently not finished, we see another figure emerge from the smoke....we hear eminate from it a familiar-sounding, staccato laugh...]

FIGURE: *Heh....heh...heh*...

WARNERS: (Cheerful sounding) *AXEL*!

YAKKO: (Steps forward) Boy, are we glad to see----

[Indeed, it *is* Axel....but instead of greeting his fellow cohorts, Axel grabs Yakko by the neck and hurl him against a wall....Yakko gets up, looking heavily dazed.]

YAKKO: (Dazed) Er....was it something I said?!? (Shakes his head)

DOT: Axel...you look so....*angry*. What'd they do to you?!?

AXEL: (Irate) *DO TO ME*?!? More like what I'm (bleep)in' gonna do to *you* (bleep)s! You've (bleep)ed with *me* one last time, ya (bleep)ers! I don't know how the (bleep) I got *here*, but you (bleep)s are gonna (bleep)in' pay! This saga ain't (bleep)in' over *yet*!!!

[The Warners turn and stare at each other, looking shocked]

DOT: Axel's...*bad* again?!

WAKKO: (Sniffs) Aw, gee, what'd we *do*?!

YAKKO: (Rubbing his head) Don't ask me....he's the one who used me as a lawn dart.

BRAIN: (To Billie) Stranger *yet*....it's almost as if...

BILLIE: But it *can't* be....

BRAIN: Needless to say, I fear *so*...

PINKY: What? What *is* it, Brain?!?

[Still further yet, we see materialize from the smoke and shadows another figure..]

FIGURE: (Coughs) Blasted smoke...not that it'll matter---for I *am* going to *KICK*...*SOME*.... (BLEEP)IN'...NON-HOOSIER...(BLEEP)!

[We see the figure step forward, revealing itself to be---]

PINKY: Egad! It's Bobby Knight! And he looks *aaaangryyyy*....TROZ!

[The ex-Indiana University basketball coach steps forward, wielding two pairs of folding chairs in his hands....he throws one at Joanie, who narrowly ducks.]

LOBO: *Whoa*...now *this* is my kinda *guy*!

JOANIE: (Annoyed at Lobo) Um, *yeah*...if we ignore the assassination attempt.

DOT: OK, we've seen some *stupid* hired goons sent to face us in the past, but a *basketball coach*?! I'm supposed to be quaking in fear of *this* gu---

[A chair gets hurled at Dot, narrowly grazing her head. She reaches up to see it's singed off several of her flower petals.]

DOT: (Flatly) None of our usual abilities...no explosives...and mutiple, actually dangerous hired goons. Almost *forgot*. (Looks scared) *OK*, I'm afraid now... (the Warners quiver in fear)

[Finally, one last figure eminates from the smoke and fog....ominous music plays, as the figure steps forward. Once the heroes see who it is, they all gulp (well, except for Lobo, who's too busy picking his teeth with the keys to his bike)...it's none other than...]

DR. BURROWS: What? Where am I *this* time?! Last thing I recall is being blown to bits at that award show---and now, here I *am*, in...(looks around) the *White House*?!? (Sees his cool cybernetic components are still partially functional post-being-blown-to-bits) Ah, well.... (pulls his arms into his body, and out to reveal a robotic claw for one arm, and a ray gun-like weapon in another...) Perhaps now is time to set right what went wrong... (sees the Warners and lab mice) Starting with *you* who usurped my award-show-attempt at ridding the world of those little "Histeria" brats...

PINKY: Um, Brain? This is getting *scary*...I mean, I thought nobody wanted to remember that award show!

BRAIN: (Glaring at Zalgar still) *Indeed*, this *is* truly disturbing...

JOANIE: But that doesn't explain just *where* they all came from...especially this cybernetic Grates!

BILLIE: (Glaring at Zalgar and Burrows) I think *I* know where these guys came from...

WAKKO: Um, I don't....where did they come from, Mr. Holographic Evil Puppy Man?

DUDLEY: (VO) *Well*, since you asked so nicely... (his holographic head changes to a series of images demonstrating his about-to-follow speech...)

[We see an image of Dudley in the year 2465 AD...]

DUDLEY: (VO) As you know, I was sent to the far future by those miserable rodents (* - in "Fastest Mice Alive") ...but by "borrowing" the Brain's intercosmic diametric transposer (* - as seen in "Brain of Two Worlds", a device allowing the Brain to transverse time and space itself! ---B.) from a museum in which it was ensconsed, I managed to travel back to 2001... (we see a holographic image play of Dudley swiping the IDT from a museum display which as the device behind a velvet rope; a sign reads "The Brain's Intercosmic Diametric Transposer: Utilized for dimensional and temporal travel by the Brain. Do not touch." A guard is standing nearby, but he's apparently too busy ogling over a holographic statue of Minerva Mink; Dudley waves his hand (paw?) in front of the guard's face, and seeing he's totally out of it, proceeds to haul off the transporter. Soon, we see Dudley inside an enlargened version of the running wheel of the IDT, with him running along it until its time-and-space-warping teleportation effects kick in, sending him into the past).

DUDLEY: And once I arrived here in 2001, I reconstructed another version of the IDT, which I've used, as you can see, quite proficiently!

BRAIN: (Flatly) You mean....?

DUDLEY: *YES*! Realizing that the usual Final Confrontation™ tactics won't work, but that past adventures' villain tactics *prior* to the Confrontation™ often come close, we've figured we could defeat you all by using the *best* of those tactics! So what better way to do so than by using an old tactic....

DOT: (Groans) You don't mean...

DUDLEY: Yes---it's the old "PULL A VILLAIN FROM THE PAST INTO THE PRESENT" bit! (Orchestra music: Dum-dum-duuuummm....) (We see a holographic image of Dudley using the IDT to pull characters from varying years [according to the control panel] into the present)

YAKKO: I *knew it*... bad guys just can't leave time-travel well enough alone...

BRAIN: Or old cliches well enough alone----apparently they learned nothing from those times Dr. Burrows and Judge Doom were pulled out of the past to bother us in the present....

DOT: (Sternly) That's it...just keep yankin' bad guys out of the past, young man...see if we care when the whole space-time continuum collapses in on itself! (Wakko and Yakko make "tsk, tsk" motions/noises at the holo-Dudley, which frowns)

PINKY: Egad....good thing Robert-the-writer isn't here, with Dr. Burrows and this bit being used and everything, he'd have a field day! NARF! (Brain glares at Pinky over this intrusive meta-humor reference)

DUDLEY: *Please*...as if I would risk destroying the space-time continuum on destroying the likes of *you*! Unlike certain time-travellers, I'm not *that* irresponsible! Besides, my "help" will all be sent back to their native times with their memories of these events wiped once I'm *done*....but first, just *where* they came from...er, Leader?

ALIEN LEADER: Thank you...(his holographic finger points at each foe) First off, Ms. Signourney Weaver here (Sig looks agitatedly at her Big Gun, her mouth nearly foaming) we pulled from several years ago, during the filming of that atrocious and *totally unrealistic portrayal of alien life forms* move called "Alien Resurrection". Apparently the stress of filming this lousy film was so great, Weaver was rumored to have gone beserk for a brief period of time...long enough for us to "borrow" her for this Confrontation! HAH!

LEADER: Next, we have Bobby Knight...pulled from briefly after he was sacked by Indiana University for his sportsmanlike "conduct".

LOBO: Feh....I don't see nothin' wrong with the way he's actin'!

DOT: (About to say something, but abstains) Forget it...it's way too easy.

LEADER: And of course, since he was just sacked, he's clearly not in a rightful mind...or *mood*! (Another folding chair flies across the screen....) Next, beloved uber-corporate monopolist William Grates---or rather, his *future self*! As Dudley revealed to me, in 2007, Grates becomes one of the first humans to subject himself to cybernetic implants, citing that "it gives me something to do with after raking in enough moolah to buy out Mexico and after that Justice Dept. lawsuit collapsed faster than one could say 'change in presidential administrations'"...anyway, we've pulled him here, and despite owning enough market share to put Murdoch to shame, he's still in an acquiring mood...ready to assimilate anyone not willing to pony up the bucks for his latest, best operating system "Windows MMVIIa Revision 2.5.3 Update 3.2e"!

GRATES: Indeed.... (glances at Joanie) Ah...analyzing... (sweeps a cybernetic scanner across her) Analysis complete. An Apple user....owns one Powerbook 2300...internal 56k modem...fairly aged...not Windows MMVIIa Revision 2.5.3 Update 3.2e-compatible....you *will * be assimilated.

JOANIE: (Imitating Lt. Worf) I like my *species* the way it is! (All stare at her) Ooops, sorry...been watching that "Best of Both Worlds" episode of "Next Generation" for the trillionth time again...

DUDLEY: (taking back over from Leader) (VO): *Ahem*....anyway, next on our little hit parade is Axel Foley---also pulled here from the future...more specifically, during a certain apocalyptic harbinging that dear Mr. Foley raised due to insanity and Warner-hatred before being punished in the future, and was sent back...well, while he was being sent back to 1999, we decided to pull him here to 2001 en route, still as foul-mouthed and foul-tempered as ever, HA! (* - said apocalyptic events happened in 2015, in "Once and Future Warners" ---B.)

AXEL: (Glaring at the sibs) (Bleep)in' right I'm *MAD*!

WAKKO: And I'm just lost---time travel makes my head hurt!

BRAIN: So did figuring out how to open that can of potato chips before you resorted to that mallet. (Wakko grins)

DUDLEY: Then, we have Zalgar here...not from another time, but merely hired on by us after realizing that his lust for Brain's brain and his various implements might be of an aid...

ZALGAR: Indeed----all that, and a free meal! (Licks his lips)

DUDLEY: Saves *us* a bit of work...(chuckles). Next, we've got this goon that was hired originally by "20" to put you two Valley Girls out of the way permanently back in 1991...but, well... (the holo-Dudley shrugs) we figured, couldn't hurt to have 'em kill them *here*.

BRAIN: Wait....why should you care what happens to the girls?! I presume that'd be the responsibility of those gangsters....

DUDLEY: Well, Leader here figured we owed them a little assistance, especially seeing as a certain someone's electrified rodent *failed* in its task... (glares off-screen at Plotz) Anyway, he's here, he's ready---DEAL WITH IT!

(The two Valley Girls gulp)

DUDLEY: And finally---

DR. BURROWS: No need to introduce *me*, mongrel...I *am* Dr. Gene Burrows, apparently pulled here from that Harley Awards show during the summer of 2000 to do your "dirty work"----which was where I was pulled to from the February of 2000 by those ninja-thugs. (* - back in the "Harley Awards" ---B.) Well, before I proceed to take care of my *actual* Histeria antagonists, I may as well take care of the ones who got in my way during that award show... (glares at the Warners) Besides, any acquaintance of theirs clearly must be an enemy of *mine*...

DUDLEY: All of these historical villains will be your undoing in this Final Confrontation™---especially with all of you denied the use of your usual explosives, anvils, and gags thanks to our advanced technology! So---have fun dying! (We hear the three villains laugh, before Dudley's holographic head vanishes...we see the time-displaced-and-insane Axel Foley and Sigourney Weaver, Zalgar, the Hired Goon, the Cyber-Grates, and Dr. Burrows all begin to move in on the Heroes...dramatic music plays....)

PINKY: Egad! What'll we do, Brain?

BRAIN: First---*RUN*! (The mice do so, as some sort of ray gun-like blast nearly hits the three)

ZALGAR: Oh, darn...I missed! (Sees the mice fleeing towards a wall) But they won't get away...

BILLIE: Hope this works--- (turns up the caffeine-ator, and aims it at a wall; we see it begin to shake from the caffeine-induced stimulation, before it explodes, creating a large hole...the mice race through the hole, with Zalgar in hot pursuit)

PINKY: (Running) *Huff*...*puff*...what now, Brain?

BRAIN: (Running) Now, we go to the source of those villains' holographic transmissions...

BILLIE: (Running) But where could that be? We've spent the past hour or two wandering around the main White House grounds, trying to find it!

BRAIN: (Running) True---and that's failed... (nearly gets hit by another ray blast) But that's why we should fall back on the more tried-and-true methods...do you recall how we snuck into Faust's facility and found his main operating rooms?

PINKY: Egad....the heating duct-thingies?

BRAIN: *Exactly*! (Points to a heating grate ahead) Hurry! (Billie blasts the grate with another highly-agitated dose of coffee, which causes it to explode, creating a hole big enough for the mice to drag the device through....Zalgar comes to a halt at the grate.)

ZALGAR: Oh, *blast* it all...if they think they can get away, well, they've thought *wrong*! (Dum-dum-duuuummm....)

[To be continued, sometime very soon...]

[Anthonynotes]

[Cut to the Warners, who're facing off against the approaching irate-and-time-displaced Harbinger of the Apocalypse and Dr. Burrows....]

AXEL: (Bleep)! This is gonna feel mighty (bleep)in' good offin' you (bleep)ers....

YAKKO: Axel, baby, sweetheart, harbinger of the apocalypse.... you don't *really* want to do this to us!

DR. BURROWS: I'm quite certain Mr. Foley *does*....and besides, if he doesn't, I *shall*. You children annoy me...

DOT: I know....isn't that what makes us so *great*?

AXEL: Feh...I'm gonna find a way to send you (bleep)ers *real* far away, once I get my (bleep)in' mitts on another time machine---how's the swingin' (bleep)in' sixties sound to you?!

DOT: Wooo....we could play at Woodstock....

YAKKO: (Imitating Austin Powers) Or get our shaggadelic *groove* on, bay-bee...

WAKKO: Or eat space food sticks 'til we *barf*!!

[The sibs break out into singing "The Age of Aquarius"...]

AXEL: Shut your (bleep)s up! Ferget it---that ain't where I'm sendin' you....

DR. BURROWS: Well, I'd suggest sending them to the great inkwell in the sky myself.

AXEL: (Scratches his head, then shrugs) Um...OK! (The two begin moving in closer....)

DOT: Um, Axel, if you do this, you'll *never* get to find out how your future turns out....

AXEL: What the (bleep) do you know about my future? *I* know what it's gonna consist of---seeing you (bleep)ers pushin' up daisies!!

YAKKO: Yeah, right....this from someone whose movie "Life" laid an egg....

AXEL: *WHAT*?! No way---it's supposed to be (bleep)in' *great*! Er...the video sales were still strong, right?

[The Warners shake their heads "no" sadly]

AXEL: *AAAAH*! (BLEEP) ! No way my career's gonna go down the (bleep)in' toilet like that! (Pauses) But I *am* doing well *now*, right?

WAKKO: (Grins) Oh, *yeah*, that movie with the talking donkey was---

DOT: (Slapping her hand over Wakko's mouth) ---truly awful. Horrible. Possibly the worst thing ever to hit celluloid since....well... "Life".

AXEL: (Screams) Don't (bleep)in' believe this! Lemme guess---this is how my (bleep)in' life starts to go down the drain, right? I saw myself in 2015 still pluggin' away as some two-bit cop--and this is where things start to go (bleep)in' wrong, right? I mean, nothin' I've done here in 2001's changed that from happenin' right?

YAKKO: (Thinking of Axel Foley's US Congressional victory) Aaaaahhhhh....

AXEL: (Grabs his head) Gotta do somethin'....gotta get back...(whips out some paper and a pencil, and begins trying to scrawl out some plans) OK, if I don't invest in that time-share in Florida, and bring back to 1999 with me a sports almanac from (bleep)in' 2001....

DR. BURROWS: (Shaking his head at this) Feh....you three might've stopped this so-called harbinger of some futuristic apocalypse...

YAKKO: More times than we can count...

DR. BURROWS: But your usual so-called wits won't work on me. (Whips out his ray gun-arm-attachment) Prepare to die.

DOT: Aren't you going to ramble on and on about your plans and how brilliant you are and----

DR. BURROWS: I think not. Insipid villainous cliche... (Opens fire, and the Warners narrowly duck, Dot whipping out the newspaper she was reading earlier as cover; Axel, briefly glancing up, gets a glance at a headline reading "Shrek Not Drek, Foley's Career Rolling"...)

AXEL: WHAT?! You little (bleep)s----that paper says my career's doin' *great*!! (Tears his pad in half, and whips out his pistol) OK, Tin Man---let's get rid of these (bleep)ers!

[The Warners gulp]

DR. BURROWS: Excuse me, but I am not a "Wizard of Oz" character---my name is Dr. Gene Burrows. You would do well to remember that. I mean, I don't refer to *you* as Professor Klump...

AXEL: Aw, go (bleep) it, you Gene Hackman lookalike... I've been under stress lately, with tryin' to take over the (bleep)in' world and all. Don't make me call you somethin' *worse* than "Tin Man"...cause I *will*. (Emits a staccato laugh)

DR. BURROWS: (Lowering his weapon from the Warners' direction) Hmph...small wonder you re-team up with these puppy-children....

WAKKO: Hey, we're not----

AXEL: (Aims his pistol at Wakko's head) You're whatever we say you are, ya little (bleep)er...got it?

WAKKO: (Gulps) Uh....heh, heh....yeah... (Grins broadly)

AXEL: Now, what's this about teaming up with these little dog pound rejects...

DOT: Hey, don't call us.... (Axel aims his pistol at her) heh, heh...er, that is, "don't call us...*collect*"...heh...

DR. BURROWS: (Sighs) Eventually, you reform and team up with these cretinous canine lookalikes to engage in a myriad of misadventures... quite frankly, why they'd even need the help of someone with such poor vocabulary skills---or, apparently, *thinking* skills---is beyond my comprehension.

AXEL: Uh-uh...I *know* you didn't just go *dissin'* the MAIN MAN!

DR. BURROWS: Well, consider yourself insulted. Now, may we please finish off these---

AXEL: First things first, you (bleep)in' "Rent-a-RoboCop"....

DR. BURROWS: (Glares at Axel) You're beginning to annoy me, Mr. Foley. You won't like me when I'm annoyed.

AXEL: Oh, yeah? Well, then you *really* won't like what I'm about to say about your (bleep)in' (bleep) (bleep) self....rippin' off that line from the (bleep)in' "Incredible Hulk" no less...

[As the two begin arguing, the Warners tie Axel's shoelace to the bottom of Burrow's robotic arm...]

YAKKO: (Whistling) Yoo-hoo! Time-displaced bad guys! Finished pointlessly arguing with each other?

AXEL: Hey, I thought I told you (bleep)in' (bleep)s to shut up!

YAKKO: For your information, we're *also* not, aaaahhhh, that verb-based first explitive, *or* that second, noun-based one.

AXEL: (Even more ticked off) That's *it*! I'm sick of you and your (bleep)in' smart mouths...

DOT: There's the pot callin' the kettle black...

AXEL: (Huffs) (BLEEP)! OK, this (bleep)'s ending *right here*, right *NOW*!

DR. BURROWS: Agreed---we'll finish the argument *later*.

[Both turn around to fire at the siblings---however, when Burrows raises his arm, Axel's shoelace winds up being pulled upwards, causing Axel to flip upside down, and slam into Burrows. The two stumble backwards, Burrows waving his ray-gun-arm wildly, before the two slam into a wall. The ray gun aimed towards the two, it accidentially is set off by the dual-body-slam-into-the-wall, rendering both smoldering and out for the count.]

YAKKO: We did it, sibs!

WAKKO: And we didn't even need to drop wacky stuff on them!

DOT: Or engage in a certain overused space-distorting running joke...

[Cut to the Valley Girls, who're facing the early-90's-derived Hired Goon and the insane Sigourney Weaver...]

HIRED GOON: OK, I know a lot's changed in 9 or 10 years, but, um, I know *this* much----A.) MC Hammer's career has ta be, like, better than ever, and 2.) ....uh...bullets still work! (Laughs goofily)

CALLI: Like, *that's* your best line?

WENDI: That is like, *so* lame.

CALLI: *Hammer* lame.

HIRED GOON: Hey, don't make fun of my dialogue... it's not like I had a lot of time to practice, bein' yanked a good decade into the future all unexpected-like. Shoot, I don't even know what passes for being popular here in 2001....uh..."Tiny Toons" still on the air?

VALLEY GIRLS: Uh-uh.

HIRED GOON: Hmph. Too bad....I liked that Babs... uh...oooh, I know! That hilarious "Ren and Stimpy" show! (Imitates Ren) *YOU EEEDIOT*!

CALLI: Like, seen it.

WENDI: Like, *so* 10-years-ago.

HIRED GOON: Uh, OK, I know! This one *never* gets old...(laughs goofily)... (Imitates Bart Simpson) *AYE CARAM---*

CALLI: Lame.

WENDI: *Hammer* lame...*squared*.

HIRED GOON: (Upset) Feh....what do you, uh, future-type chicks, or whatever, know anyways about what's funny?!? You probably think that "Seinfeld" show is going to actually become *popular*...

CALLI: Well, we do know that psycho-woman's about to, like, do some bit I saw Keanu Reeves did in that "Matrix" movie...

HIRED GOON: Keanu Reeves?! That stupid surfer dude from that time-machine phone booth movie?!? What kind of career could that no-talent loser possibly have?! I--- (gets cut off, as he's hit from behind and knocked out by none other than the insane Sigourney Weaver.)

SIGOURNEY: SEE THAT?! I'M MAD AS HECK, AND I'M NOT GONNA TAKE ANYMORE!

CALLI: Like, standing in your way of *what*?! Acting like some complete *psycho*?!

WENDI: Or your right to go around packin' all that heat?!

CALLI: Or rippin' off lines from "Network"?

SIGOURNEY: *DON'T BOTHER ME*! OR *ELSE*----

WENDI: Or else *what*?

SIGOURNEY: OR ELSE---THIS! (Draws her Big Gun, and aims it squarely at the two Valley Girls)

CALLI: This is like, *so* bad.

WENDI: "Alien^3" bad.

SIGOURNEY: *WHAT*?!? YOU LITTLE SNOT-NOSED BRATS ARE *SOOOO* DEAD, I---

SLAPPY: (Walking over) Well, well, well, if it ain't that "Gorillas In The Mist" gal...(sees Ms. Weaver's oh-so-kewl-futuristic "Aliens" haircut) Nice hairdo---lemme guess: Edward Scissorhands??

SIGOURNEY: DON'T BOTHER ME, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE SQUIRREL!

SLAPPY: Feh, tell me about it---this flippin' story's dragged on longer than the presidential election did... and believe me, *that* was more entertainin'. Stupid writers can't even keep their minds on one thing---first gangsters, then aliens, and now, some dumb time-travel-"yank a bad guy into the flippin' future" Final Confrontation™ thingamajig...

SIGOURNEY: (Scratches her head at Slappy's complaining, before shrugging and deciding to aim her bazooka at the Slapster)

SLAPPY: And now, I get to face down some stressed-out actress with a bazooka powerful enough ta make Charlton Heston blush....

SKIPPY: (Deadpan) Oh, how will we *ever* survive, Aunt Slappy?

SLAPPY: Uh....like this? (To Sigourney) Hey, "Mist"-y....I just saw a few of your film's writers...

SIGOURNEY: WHAT?! WHERE?!? (Picks up her bazooka, and goes even more beserk) I'LL KILL THEM! I'LL KILL *ALL* OF THEM!!!

SLAPPY: Uh-huh. Well, Siggy, they had to bail---high powered meeting over how to milk this thing into another sequel. (Sounds of Sigourney going even more beserk) But they *did* leave their Powerbook here for you to get a sneak peak at the script fer "Aliens 5"...

SIGOURNEY: (Sounding insane) WHERE IS *THIS* SCRIPT?!? I MUST SEE THIS EVIL, SO IT MAY BE VANQUISHED...*DEATH TO THE WRITERS*!!!

SLAPPY: (Flatly) Let's not go there, sister. (To Sigourney) Follow me... (they walk off...)

[Cut to Cyber-Grates, who's facing down Lobo; Mully and Joanie stand behind the Main Man, Mully with her pistol pulled and aimed at Grates. She lets off a shot, but it ricochets off his cyborg body parts]

CYBER-GRATES: HA! Your primitive, non-Windows-compatible weaponry has no effect on *me*. Now, prepare to be assimilated....resistance is futile...

LOBO: Oh, yeah, nerdwad? Resist *this*! (Lobo winds back with a punch, but winds up striking a forcefield that's eminated around Cyber-Grates' body...)

CYBER-GRATES: Ha! I've adapted a long time ago to the attack tactic of those trying to *punch me out*!

JOANIE: (Sarcastically) *Gee, I wonder why*....

LOBO: Well, if you ain't goin' down *that* way, then let's see how well you'll react when I tear your fraggin' sorry self *apart*! (Moves to pick up Cyber-Grates, but he locks in his ray gun weapon squarely at the threesome)

CYBER-GRATES: You take one step closer, and your two Mac-using cohorts will be fried to a crisp! Though I suppose you *will* be spared...I can assimilate your immense strength into my next batch of upgrades, making it resistant to *all* anti-trust lawsuits! And once assimilated, you will make an excellet drone to serve as a bouncer at all my parties...so what say you, Lobo?

LOBO: (Thinking) Aw, geez, now I guess I gotta save these two broads' hides, or somethin'...like I'm some winpy hero like that Super-nerd. Though bein' paid to beat up people as a bouncer sounds kinda fun....

MULLY: Lobo, *please*...don't give in to his demands! Think of what it'll mean for *us*!

LOBO: (Blank stare)

MULLY: (Sighs) Fine....think of what it'll mean for *yourself*.

LOBO: Um, OK...

JOANIE: Namely, just *how* do you think he'll plan on "assimilating" your strength for his little upgrade?

LOBO: Beats me...unless he's plannin' on cuttin' off my arms or somethin'... (laughs, but sees one of Cyber-Grates' limbs change to a buzzsaw, and Lobo stops laughing)

JOANIE: And remember how unsatisfied you were with being Brain's "EarthRule" ISP support help? Just think what might happen if, say, Grates here decides you're better of working in, dare I say, *Microsponge support*?!

LOBO: (Screams) AIN'T NO WAY THE MAIN MAN'S GOIN' DOWN LIKE *THAT*!!! (Picks up Cyber-Grates)

CYBER-GRATES: Put me down this minute!

LOBO: No problem... (hurls him against a wall) And by the way, yer Microsponge Office software *sucks*! (Joanie and Mully stare at Lobo) Er...never mind...

CYBER-GRATES: (Trying to get back up) You won't get away with this---

SIGOURNEY: (Off-screen) That's funny.... *NEITHER WILL YOU*!!

(Cyber-Grates stares upward, and sees that Sigourney, with Slappy and Skippy, stand over him; Sigourney's got her bazooka aimed at C-G...)

SIGOURNEY: *DEATH TO THE HACK*!

CYBER-GRATES: Hey! I only hacked into that Department of Defense system *once*! (Aims his ray gun weapon at Ms. Weaver)

MULLY: Slappy, if Mr. Grates fatally injures this past version of Ms. Weaver in any way, it could have *serious* repercussions on the timeline....

SLAPPY: Relax, Doc Brown, neither one's gonna do any harm.... Skip?

[Skippy, who's seen chewing a large wad of gum, pulls it out of his mouth and hands it to Slappy, who pulls it into two seperate pieces...]

SKIPPY: *Speeeww*!

[We see Slappy rush over and sticks both pieces on Weaver and Grates' weaponry muzzles, just as they're about to fire in unison....]

SLAPPY: Heh, heh....showed *this* one to Bugs back around '45...

[We see the two fire at once, but instead of blowing each other to Kingdom Come, they wind up ensnaring themselves inside a giant gum bubble; their weapons are gummed up beyond use....]

SIGOURNEY: (Struggling to get free) Let us *out*!

CYBER-GRATES: (Struggling) This is unacceptable....hmm....maybe if I assimilated *this* to stop those competitors...

MULLY: "Competitors"?

CYBER-GRATES: Got to show that .02% of the marketplace I *haven't* assimilated yet who's boss...

MULLY: *Natch*.

[We see the Warners rejoin the others...]

SLAPPY: Now *that's*...non-violent.

SKIPPY: That *was* pretty peaceful of you, Aunt Slappy...

SLAPPY: I know. It *won't* happen again. (To Lobo) Come on, Chuckles...let's put yer muscles to use poundin' those three goons into a black hole in the ground! Heh... (A rimshot noise is heard) Hey, these are the "space" jokes, guys....

WAKKO: That was a joke?

DOT: On *us*, I suppose... (another rimshot noise plays)

SLAPPY: (Glares at Dot) Don't give up your day job, kid... waitaminute, forgot I was talkin' to the poster kids fer Manpower, heh. (another rimshot plays)

DOT: *Not* funny.

SLAPPY: That wasn't humor kid, that was just statin' the obvious...come on. Let's go find those three rats....

SKIPPY: *Mice*...

SLAPPY: *Whatever*...

[Slappy, Skippy, Joanie, Mully, Lobo, and the Warners all exit...]

[Cut back to the mice, who're now inside of the heating duct system, fleeing from Zalgar and trying to find the three main villains' control room/lair...Billie's still dragging the caffeine-ator along behind her...]

BRAIN: This way...

BILLIE: How do you know for sure?

BRAIN: Well, I feel my innate sense of direction will lead us directly to the villains' main control room, where we shall encounter them and rise victorious!

BILLIE: Uh-huh. Was this the same "innate sense of direction" that got us almost lost on I-94 heading from Chicago to Detroit awhile back?

BRAIN: *Please*....that was merely an unplanned "detour" through the rustic cornfields of northern Indiana...

BILLIE: ...and central Indiana....a good 150 miles *off-course*....

PINKY: Ooooh, don't forget that brief stop-over in *Indianapolis*! I liked taking that tour of the Motor Speedway racetrack! HAHAHA! NARF!

BRAIN: As if it was *my* fault those Warners turned the road map into paper dolls...insolent little bra--- *wait*!

PINKY: What? (Brain shushes him)

BRAIN: (Whispering) Look there...through that grate....

[The three do so; they see a sprawling control room, lined with computer equipment; in one corner, we see the intercosmic diametric transposer that Dudley used to bring all those villains into the present. Various alien guards are wandering the room...]

BRAIN: We've found it! The main control room!

PINKY: Egad, *brilliant*, Brain! But what now?

VOICE: (Off-screen) *Now*, my little friend, the Brain shall become the *centerpiece* of a delectable-and-low-calorie meal!

[The mice freeze, and turn around...they find that some sort of mechanical claw is seen right behind them....a miniature microphone/speaker embedded in it emits the voice of....]

BRAIN: (Whipsering/hissing) *Zalgar*....

ZALGAR: Good guess, Brain...if it weren't for your dietary future, you'd do well on that "Weakest Link" game show.... (The claw grabs Brain, and begins dragging him back through the corridor...as it tries to round a corner, Brain grabs a metal duct brace, and holds on tight. The claw tries to emit a greater force to compensate...)

BILLIE: Fight it, Eggy....

BRAIN: (Straining) Not...sure...if I can...hold out....

BILLIE: (Grabbing the caffeine-ator) Maybe if I fire a shot of---

BRAIN: (Straining) No, Billie....too tight....a space... try something...else....

PINKY: Egad! Like, what?

BILLIE: (Thinking) Um...uh.... (an idea suddenly occurs) I've *got it*!

PINKY: Oooh, what is it? POIT!

[To be continued...with the final showdown!]

[Captain Caps]

Brainatra, this is Caps.

I'm putting the story on hold until I return from my vacation upstate. Upon my return, I shall finally put my great plans into action.

Sincerely,

John "Captain Caps" Kilduff

[robert]

Quick question, did you know that you double posted this part of the story? Well, it really doesn't matter because you can't possibly fix that mistake now.

BTW, real funny part and I'm not saying that because of a certain character of mine's apperance. But another question: do you plan to have Gene survive the end of this thing? I say that because I am toying with the idea of writing another sequel to '24 Hours" and for that I'd need Gene to be dead at the beginning. Another problem is that because of my slow computer, if I wrote one I'd have to clutter up the Board with post after post because it won't send large documents like before, it might be 20-30 posts long. I might feel more comfortable doing that at the message board of the Encyclopedia Histeria! site instead.
Hope to see the conclusion soon, partly because then we get to see the big big ending Caps was talking so much about. Oh, and speaking of Caps I just now heard that we have to wait a while longer. So scratch that first sentence of the paragraph.

[Anthonynotes]

>>Quick question, did you know that you double posted this part of the story? Well, it really doesn't matter because you can't possibly fix that mistake now.

Oops...was wondering why it was taking so long to load :-)

>>BTW, real funny part and I'm not saying that because of a certain character of mine's apperance. But another question: do you plan to have Gene survive the end of this thing? I say that because I am toying with the idea of writing another sequel to '24 Hours" and for that I'd need Gene to be dead at the beginning. Another problem is that because of my slow computer, if I wrote one I'd have to clutter up the Board with post after post because it won't send large documents like before, it might be 20-30 posts long. I might feel more comfortable doing that at the message board of the Encyclopedia Histeria! site instead.
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My two thoughts were: 1) He gets returned back to his proper time---i.e., a split-second after he was yanked into the present---to that presumably-killing-him-off "Harley Awards" explosion, or 2) He stays in the present, but gets captured along with Dudley to be thrown in the "prison" I had in mind for the Pup...though admittedly, option #1 seems easier/more likely (though I guess it raises issues of whether or not it'd be "ethical" for the Heroes to return him to what would essentially mean his "death" (that explosion)... though perhaps his return [along with the others] could be an accident [the time machine gets triggered accidentially during the final showdown, and automatically returns the "historical villains" to their proper times])...

-B.



Hope to see the conclusion soon, partly because then we get to see the big big ending Caps was talking so much about. Oh, and speaking of Caps I just now heard that we have to wait a while longer. So scratch that first sentence of the paragraph. [/B][/QUOTE]

[Craig Marinaro]

Says Robert the Doubter:

Quick question, did you know that you double posted this part of the story? Well, it really doesn't matter because you can't possibly fix that mistake now.

Aaah...nothing is impossible with moderators, my son.

Go, and tell no one what you have seen! ;)

-C
Actually, Brainatra could've done that too...but I'm the only one who knew it. So now you know, too.