[Open to a panoramic view of an enormous cityscape against a setting sun. Giant black buildings with glowing red windows rise at least a mile or so into the sky. The structures are gently curved, rather than being blocky, establishing a very relaxing feel. At the base of the buildings are vast, lavish gardens, and above those, various flying craft weave through the network of towers. In the foreground, a temporal disturbance opens. Yakko, Wakko, Dot and Max fly out, landing on a grassy knoll.]

WAKKO: What a re-entry! Can we do that again?

YAKKO: [Looking around] Eeeeeh...is it me, or is "2015 an hour ago" somewhat different than I remembered?

DOT: I think it's you.

WAKKO: Aw...I think we're too late to save Brain's life, guys.

YAKKO: What makes you say that?

WAKKO: He must be dead. Look-they already built a monument for him. [He points, and the camera follows his finger, resting on a gigantic monolith of Brain, which is far in the distance, yet still dwarfs all else. The other three look at it in awe.]

ALL: Ooooohhhhh...

YAKKO: Just *when* are we, Max?

MAX: The temporal displacement readings indicate we're in the year...3024?

DOT: And just how, may I ask, did we get *here*?

MAX: Uh...I'unno.

YAKKO: This is the last time we take a ride in a DeLorean...

DOT: [In pretentious British accent.] Maaaaahvelous...

YAKKO: She's gonna say it.

DOT: [Back to regular voice; sounding rather peeved.] Peachy.

YAKKO: She just can't help it...

DOT: [Sounding downright cheesed.] Fantastic.

YAKKO: Here it comes...

DOT: [Screaming.] COULD THINGS POSSIBLY GET ANY WORSE?!

[Suddenly, they're surrounded by an army of Verminators.]

YAKKO: [Coolly.] Bingo.

[However, the robots don't attack. Instead, they make way as what seems to be the leading robot approaches, carrying Brain, who looks pretty much the same as he did in 2015. Our heroes look shocked.]

BRAIN: [Dramatically.] Welcome to 3024 AD, my friends! I am here to rescue you from being stranded in time for all eternity!

YAKKO: [Stares, blinks, then turns to the others.] Wait...not only is he alive, but he's saving *US* now? Alright, that tears it...I'm really lost now. Somebody throw me a script!

WAKKO: I've been lost since Act 1! And, er...so has my copy of the script.

DOT: I *KNEW* that "nutritional requirements" crack wasn't in there!

BRAIN: [Clears throat.] You'll get all your answers in time. You see, Axel never really killed us. He set up an elaborate trick to send you children into the future...from what I could gather, he seemed to be jealous of your great comeback, as opposed to his apparent lack of success in 2015. Lord only knows what he did after we departed...the last we heard was that he was "going to have some fun." But when we arrived in 3023, the world was in-- [Something offscreen catches his eye.] Oh, dear.

[We cut to Pinky in a nearby swamp, flying speedily through the murky waters on top of a lily pad, arms outstretched like a surfer. He giggles childishly.]

PINKY: Oooh, this is even more fun than that time we used Ring-Dings for hula-hoops! Wa-ha-haaa! [Unfortunately, he hits the shore, strikes a rock, and goes flying through the air. He somehow manages to right himself, climbing back atop the pad and striking a flashy pose as he flies through the air. But his flamboyant moment doesn't last long, as he flies right into Brain, sending both flying offscreen, and ultimately crashing into a tree. We cut to the mice to see Pinky on all fours grinning sheepishly, and Brain with the lily pad on his head. He whips it off and whacks Pinky over the head with it, making a "splunk" noise.]

PINKY: Hee hee...*SPLUNK*! Wooooo... [Brain grumpily gets up and marches over to the swamp shore, yelling to Billie on the other side, standing next to a blue-and-yellow plastic gizmo.]

BRAIN: [Dryly.] And just how exactly did you manage that one?

BILLIE: Oh, it was incredibly simple! I just set up this primitive projectile device. See, I just flick the switch, and it rockets whatever's in it forward with lots and lots of momentum. It's sort of like some of those old McDonald's Happy Meal toys... [Grins.]

BRAIN: [Sighs.] It figures...well, come over here, at any rate. [Turning back to the Warners.] I apologize for that little absurd interlude... Now, I suppose, I should tell all of you what has transpired to provide the utopia that you see before you...

PINKY: Oh, Utopia? Somebody has non-carbonated fruit-flavored beverages and they didn't tell *ME*?

BRAIN: [Sighing] No, Pinky...I mean how you, Billie, and I managed to bring humanity back from the brink of destruction, despair, and gloom!

WAKKO: Uh...is this gonna take awhile to explain?

BRAIN: Possibly...

[The Warners pull out Lazyboy recliners for everybody, and popcorn as well.]

DOT: Ok! We're ready! Roll it!

BRAIN: [Somewhat annoyed.] Alright, then...as I was saying...

[Cue flashback ripples to the archetypical post-apocalyptic world, circa 3023...]

[We pan across the landscape. It's pretty much a vast swampland, with various ruins poking up through the ground, and, of course, the top half of the Statue of Liberty lying in the middle of nowhere. We stop on a shot of the microwave, poised in a rather precarious position on the edge of a cliff. Below is a large, murky swamp.]

[The numbers wind down to 0:00, and the machine lets off a ding. The door swings open, and Brain emerges, still partially-encrusted in ice. He shakes off, and looks down, to see the huge fall to the swamp below. He backs away from the edge cautiously. Pinky strolls up and glances down.]

PINKY: Oh, it's just like that movie! You know, the one with the cabin, and that bizarre little fellow with the derby and moustache... [A little grin begins to sneak onto Billie's face, but she catches herself. Brain scowls at her.]

BRAIN: [Turning to Pinky.] Now watch your footing, and follow me. [Drags Pinky to the edge of the machine, and the two leap to the ground inches below. Billie leans over the edge and looks down at them, not quite sure of what to do. Brain looks at her disapprovingly for a moment, then clears his throat and reluctantly says:] Well...do you want to stay here all day? Come on. [She jumps up in joy, then again stops herself and regains her sullen composure. She carefully climbs down, as the other two begin to walk away. Pinky looks back to make sure she's coming; she waits a moment, then follows the other two slowly, at a distance. Pinky, satisfied that she's following, turns back around.]

BRAIN: [V/O] As we awakened from our hibernation, we stepped out into sunlight and beheld what was left of the world. Where a busy city once stood, there was little more than a vast swampland, surrounded by an overgrown rain forest. The foundations of a few buildings could still be seen poking through the murky water, what seemed to be the last trace of human existence...We wandered aimlessly for days; the food rations and supplies we brought began to thin. We might have died in another day or two, but thankfully-

PINKY: [V/O] Billie spotted a trail of smoke that led us to civilization! *TROZ!*

BRAIN: [V/O] Er...yes. So, we continued along, cold, tired, and half-starved. We could only hope that the smoke was indeed a sign of civilization...it was our only hope.

[We see a series of shots of the mice travelling through the wilderness. Finally, we settle on a shot of the mice passing three frogs sitting on a treestump. They catch Billie's attention.]

BILLIE: Hey, uh...whadda ya make of those?

FROG #1: Dubba.

FROG #2: Yew.

FROG #3: Be!

BRAIN: How freakishly odd...

PINKY: Oh, Brain! They remind me so much of the old days on the WB Network!

FROGS: Dubba...dubba... [Croaking even faster.] Dubba-dubba-dubba-dubba-dubba-dubba...

BRAIN: That sound...it's incessant!

[Hundreds of frogs emerge from the water, all croaking the same annoying call...]

PINKY: It's too much, Brain! Make it stop!

BILLIE: I can't take it anymore! [The three run desperately away.]

BRAIN: [V/O] Panic stricken, we ran as fast as we could from the frogs, but they were right behind us, still echoing the sound of Dubba-dubba. Just how long we ran, we don't know. We lost the last of our supplies. At last, we gave up; we could go no further.

[All three mice, crawling exhaustedly along the ground, collapse simultaneously. They lie there for a moment. Pinky manages to lift his head a bit.]

PINKY: Naaaaarf... [The other two look where he's looking, and see a giant sign-"Welcome to Chromedome."]

BRAIN: Chromedome? What on Earth...

BRAIN: [V/O] Suddenly, we saw a man walk up...a man who looked like, of all people...

PINKY: *Gasp* Ralph?!

[The figure just in front of them looks exactly like Ralph, only dressed like Mel Gibson in the Mad Max Movies.]

FIGURE: Daaaah, that's *Mad* Ralph to youse guys! Are you from some other tribe here to take all our food or somethin'? You ain't workin' for the Dubbas, are youse?

BRAIN: No, we're merely, uh...from really far away...and we've been traveling...um...for quite some distance! [Smiles cautiously.]

BILLIE: Who are these Dubbas?

MAD RAPLH: The Dubbas are the worstest guys ever! They're the toughest tribe

*anywhere*! Those frogs have been makin' life tough for us and the other tribes for decades!

BRAIN: Did you say *frogs*? We were just running from a group of frogs some time ago...

PINKY: Oh, yes! And they kept saying, ‘Dubba-dubba-dubba-dubba'...do you suppose that could've been the Dubbas?

MAD RALPH: Daaah...well, from all that you've told me, it sounds probabub-er, pribbybuble-prebelabob-er, likely. Well, maybe youse guys are tellin' the truth after all... C'mon, you can stay here and rest up, and see what a nice place we've got here!

[He leads them inside the village.]

BRAIN: We entered the village, which, as "Mad Ralph" informed us, was home of the largest trading center around. In the center of this place was a large domed arena, which turned out to be the actual "Chromedome" itself. Apparently, the arena was meant for "warrior contests and games an' stuff." Soon, we arrived at an empty hut...

MAD RALPH: Youse guys can stays here for awhile, until you're back on your feets.

PINKY: Gee, thanks, Mr. Mad Ralph!

MAD RALPH: Dinners is just after sunset, so I hope ta see youse den! We're having wild boar! Yums! [Ralph leaves]

PINKY: Mmm, *boar*!

BRAIN: [Deep in thought] Hmm...Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

PINKY: I think so, Brain, but if we're in early 31st century, where's the Legion of Superheroes?

BRAIN: No, Pinky...the matter at hand! It would appear that civilization as we knew it has been destroyed, thus bringing on this nightmarish, post-apocalyptic Earth you see before you!

PINKY: Sooooo...

BRAIN: *So*, if we were to somehow impress the medieval-like denizens of this horrific, crude world, they would follow our every word, thus enabling us to easily...*TAKE OVER THE WORLD*! Or, um...what's left of it.

PINKY: Egad, brilliant, Brain! Oh, no, wait...aren't we supposed to be searching for the Warners? [Billie nods her silent consent.]

BRAIN: Well, I didn't have Billie set the capsule to awake us a year in advance for nothing. I intended for us to have a new time machine ready and waiting by the time the Warners arrive. Taking over the world will give us something to do until then, and would conceivably aid our plans.

BILLIE: Um...*WHAT* plans?

BRAIN: [Glaring at her.] Well--

[Suddenly, screams can be heard coming from outside the hut... The mice run out of the hut to see what's going on. Mad Ralph is on some crude, post-apocalyptic version of a motorcycle with a sidecar pulling up to them, and stopping.]

MAD RALPH: I think youse guys better come with me! Our trading post is under attack again by...the Dubbas!

BRAIN: Are you preparing some sort of defense against the Dubbas?

MAD RALPH: Yaaah, but we seems to be at a standstills, of sorts! And we coulds use any help we could get... [Looking at the mice] ...even if youse guys *are* kinda short.

BILLIE: [Whispering to Brain.] Er...not to question your leadership abilities, but...do you really think it's a good idea to go along to help him confront a bunch of creatures that we have absolutely no knowledge of? And who could conceivably eat us in one snap?

BRAIN: Bah...this could be our big chance to impress Mad Ralph! They can't defeat these creatures by brawn, but for a superior intellect like myself, it should be elemental. And if we can save them from these creatures, I'll be the natural choice for leader! [To Ralph.] Alright, we'll go!

RALPH: Great...hop in!

BRAIN: [V/O] We climbed into Mad Ralph's sidecar, and rode off with him to face the Dubbas. They were at the trading post's main street, overturning various stands and generally pillaging the place and fighting with the villagers.

MAD RALPH: [Hopping off the motorcycle.] Youse guys better stay here for now-dis is uglier den I t'oughts! [He runs up and confronts one Dubba, who appears to be the leader of this pack. He stops in mid-ransacking and turns towards Mad Ralph, sneering all the while. This Dubba looks particularly tougher-looking, more muscular, and taller than the other Dubbas.]

LEAD DUBBA: So, Mad Ralph, we meet again... [Glancing over Ralph's shoulder at the mice in the sidecar.] ...and I see you've got short, furry-looking friends with you, heh, heh...if these friends of yours are the last lines of defense you can come up with, then overtaking your trading post will be even easier than I thought!

MAD RALPH: Over my dead body! Prepare to...aaaah...defend yourself, you nasty frog!

LEAD DUBBA: [Snarling] With pleasure!

[Mad Ralph draws a club and the Dubba draws a sword, and the two begin to combat. We cut back to the mice, watching the scene in horror.]

PINKY: Oh, no, Brain! This is horrible! If they destroy all the fruit stands, how will we make peach cobbler for dinner?

BRAIN: Silence, Pinky. This is our chance! If we come up with a way to both stop the Dubbas from destroying the trading post *and* drive them off from the village once and for all, we would be seen as heroes to the townspeople! That would surely facilitate our rise to power! But just how to stop them...

PINKY: Uhh, maybe like this, Brain? [Pinky quietly climbs out of the car and strolls into the middle of the fray. He turns to the lead Dubba, still locked with Mad Ralph in battle.] Hey, you! Stop that!

[The lead Dubba and Ralph stop fighting, with the Dubba turning towards Pinky.]

LEAD DUBBA: [Rather confused.] Well, Mad Ralph's short friends seem awfully...brave!

[Pinky, realizing he might have made a mistake, flashes a repentant grin. Brain and Billie look on fearfully.]

PINKY: [Nervously] Um...I'm not really all *THAT* brave...

LEAD DUBBA: If you are as brave as that exclamation of yours seemed to indicate, perhaps you'd like to engage me in battle? Defeating Mad Ralph time and again does grow rather wearisome...

MAD RALPH: Daah, *hey*!

LEAD DUBBA: And I could use some new...heh, heh...battle practice, before resuming my ransacking of this lucrative outpost. So, what do you say, bucktoothed one?

PINKY: [Nervously.] Personally, I never understood why everyone always has to fight...can't we just get along? I mean, we're all human...and genetically-altered lab mice...and horrid, ugly post-apocalyptic mutant frogs...

BRAIN: [Popping up next to Pinky.] Er...what he means to say is, he won't go into battle without his cohorts by his side!

PINKY: [Whispering over to Brain.] Brain, what are you doing?! I didn't spend all that time in a cryogenic suspension-thingee to get killed!

BRAIN: [Whispering back.] Not to worry! With the combined intellects of Billie and myself to plan a battle strategy, that overgrown tadpole won't stand a chance!

PINKY: [Still whispering.] Well, maybe...POIT! Ok!

LEAD DUBBA: I grow weary of this whispering, oh Large-Headed One! So, will the three of you engage in battle or not?!

BRAIN: We accept your challenge, on one condition: that the loser of this epic battle must leave this village, and *never* return!

LEAD DUBBA: Very well; I shall return with a champion of ours to engage the three of you in battle...tomorrow at sunset, in the Chromedome arena! [Turns to other Dubbas.] Come, let us return tomorrow, and watch Mad Ralph's brave friends *die*! Ha ha ha!

[The Dubba army stream out of the village, carrying various food and valuables with them, chanting "dubba-dubba" all the while. The villagers surround Mad Ralph and the mice.]

MAD RALPH: Do youse guys know what you're doing? You sure were brave there, standin' up ta that Dubba like you done!

BILLIE: [Glaring angrily at Brain.] Yeah, "we" sure were.

[Brain clears his throat and turns away from her gaze. He looks out at Chromedome, bathed in the light of the setting sun, as a breeze blows gently through his fur. He doesn't look quite as confident as he'd seemed.]

[Fade-in to the following day, around noon. The mice are standing in the middle of a makeshift training arena. They're all dressed appropriately for their post-apocalyptic environment: Brain is wearing a trench coat, sweater, and boots, with his "hair" looking a bit unkempt (á la "Welcome to the Jungle"), while Pinky is wearing a tank top, combat-like pants with a bunch of pockets, and boots as well. His hair is slightly spiky / punk-looking. Billie is wearing an outfit resembling Xena: the Warrior Princess'. It appears that they've been practicing for many hours by this point.]

PINKY: Gee, Brain, aren't we getting a bit on in years to be running around looking like this? I mean, I'm no Mick Jagger!

BILLIE: [Rather suggestively.] I dunno, Pinky. I think it makes you look a bit...younger!

BRAIN: [Angrily.] Don't even think about it, Billie. Don't even try to start that again-remember why you were thrown out of the Lab in the first place. You've been a help to us on this quest, and I've tried to be as cordial as I can be under the circumstances, but if you dare to-

BILLIE: I'm sorry-relax! I'm sorry. [Rather melancholy.] I lost myself for a minute... Well, c'mon, let's get back down to business.

BRAIN: [Calms himself.] Alright, then...Pinky, pick up the net-ensnaring device next to you, and aim for that wooden dummy I've placed right over there!

[Pinky picks up what looks like a bazooka, and aims it toward the wooden dummy, placed about 50 feet away. Pinky fires, and a net shoots out from the bazooka's nozzle, hurtling towards the dummy, then ensnaring it by wrapping around it securely. The dummy falls over from the force.]

PINKY: Egad, Brain, brilliant! With this bazooka-thingy, I might not even need all these other neat-o weapons you've given me!

BRAIN: Be that as it may, Pinky, we can't afford to take any chances against the Dubbas. Now... [Brain removes the net from the dummy, and sets it back upright.] ...we must test the other weapons Billie and I have constructed! [Looks at the sun, which is a bit past its zenith.] Come on...we only have a few more hours before sundown...

BRAIN: [V/O] So, we tested our weaponry. Soon, dusk came, and with it, we found ourselves at...the *Chromedome*!

[Cue ominous-sounding rock music, as we see the Chromedome packed with various spectators from both the Dubba and village tribes, as well as a few neighboring tribes... The spectators look excited over this upcoming battle. The whole arena looks moderately lit with torches.]

[Cut to the mice, in their own corner of the battle arena, with Mad Ralph...the mice are still dressed in their post-apocalyptic outfits, and surrounded by various assorted weapons, guns, clubs, and a sack of gems. Pinky is munching from a bag of trail mix. Something seems to occur to him, and he stops and walks slowly up to Brain.]

PINKY: [Nervous.] Brain? Um...well, if we're going to die, I wanted to get something off my chest...that is, um...well, I have a confession to make.

BRAIN: [Rather curious.] Yes?

PINKY: Well...remember that time you planned on bleaching all the tie-dyed shirts on Earth, as part of an intricate plan to take over the world, but it failed because somebody replaced the bleach with lemon-lime Gatorade?

BRAIN: Yes...

PINKY: [Breaking down.] It was my fault! I drank the bleach, and I didn't want you to know! I'm sorry, Brain, I'm sorry! Oh, I've been a terrible friend...

BRAIN: [Grabbing Pinky's shoulders.] Er...it's alright, Pinky, really...it wasn't one of my better plans anyway...now please, get a hold of yourself...you're embarrassing me in front of the post-apocalyptic freaks!

[One of the villagers enters the arena, apparently acting as an announcer/referee.]

VILLAGER: Tonight, for your viewing pleasure, we present the match which shall determine this community's very existence! And now, let the contest begin! Bring on the Dubba champion!

[Two Dubbas walk out into the arena with a figure cloaked by a robe; they unrobe the figure, and we see that the *champion* is a figure with what looks like blond hair, Tarzan-like clothes, a belt with various weaponry on it, and...a beak and feathers?]

MAD RALPH: [Panicked.] *Gasp*! Dat's...dat's...*Boomandi, the Last Fowl On Earth*! I can't believe the Dubbas got *him* ta be their champion! Daaah, we're doomed!

BRAIN: *Boomandi*? Well, whoever this Boomandi is, I'm sure he'll pose no threat to us! [Glances at Boomandi.] Although I admit he *does* look rather intimidating...

[Cut to several of the Dubba spectators...]

DUBBA SPECTATOR #1: I heard Boomandi once slayed an entire oncharging horde of wild boars with only one slingshot!

DUBBA SPECTATOR #2: I heard that Boomandi faced an entire horde armed with only a wooden staff!

DUBBA SPECTATOR #3: I heard Boomandi's a...chicken!

[DUBBA SPECTATORS #1 and #2 gasp at this blasphemy.]

DUBBA SPECTATOR #1: How *dare* you accuse our selected champion of cowardice! I hope you're ready to stand up to those words! [He draws a small dagger.]

DUBBA SPECTATOR #3: I'm telling you the truth, you... [He's cut off by the two other spectators attacking. A fight cloud soon breaks out amongst the three.]

[Back to the mice and the announcer.]

VILLAGER: Let the contest...begin! [He blows into a crude-looking horn, causing the spectators to go into a frenzy.]

BRAIN: Well, this is it! All stand ready?

BILLIE & PINKY: Ready!

BRAIN: Well, then, let's go!

[Boomandi charges the mice. Brain throws a boomerang with a string tied around, sending it flying in an arc around Boomandi's legs. He manages to bend down and snap the string in mid-flight with his beak. Brain catches the boomerang, a split second before Boomandi brings a club down brutally, smashing him flat. The crowd goes wild.]

PINKY: [Running over to Brain and helping him back up.] Brain! *Brain*! Are you all right?

BRAIN: [Heavily dazed.] Hello there, Mike! Do you have any baked ham?! Yaaaaah! [He passes out on the ground.]

[Boomandi brings back his club, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the unconscious Brain. Billie aims a primitive Flintstones-esque slingshot pistol, sending a pellet flying into his hand and causing him to drop his club.]

PINKY: Nice shot, Billie!

[Boomandi reaches for a toilet-plunger-like weapon on his belt, and hurls it at Billie. Unable to move in time, Billie is struck by the plunger and suctioned to the wall. The crowd goes wild, again. Mad Ralph rushes over and begins trying to pull the plunger off, but can't get it to budge.]

BILLIE: [Muffled under the plunger.] Pnky! ‘Sll ip tm oo!

PINKY: Oh, no...stew for dinner? But I had it for lunch...

MAD RALPH: Daah...I t'ink she saids, "It's all up to you."

PINKY: Oooooh... [Nodding his head.] Don't worry, Billie, I won't let you down! I hope...

[Pinky grabs a mouse-sized club and runs up to Boomandi, smashing one of his toes. After hopping on one foot, the challenger furiously chases Pinky, throwing metal star-like blades at him. Pinky runs up to Brain.]

PINKY: Brain! Wake up! We need you!

BRAIN: [Still slightly dazed.] Pinky? What...what happened?

PINKY: Billie's stuck on a wall, and Boomandi's going to destroy us, if we don't do something! [A club whack comes down *very* close to the two mice, causing them to jump up. They race around the arena, with Boomandi in close pursuit. The audience roars even louder.]

BRAIN: Pinky! Grab the bag of gems! If we can temporarily stop his attack by blinding him, I can incapacitate him with the net-bazooka! [Another club whack comes down even *closer* to Brain.]

PINKY: Okay, Brain! [The mice run across the arena, Boomandi right behind. Pinky grabs a bag, and Brain grabs the bazooka. Boomandi throws his club away and pulls a slingshot from his belt. He winds up the slingshot, and is about to hurl its payload at the mice, when...]

PINKY: Ok, Mr. Tarzan-with-a-beak! Take this! TROZ!

[Pinky hurls the bag's contents at Boomandi; however, he's inadvertently chucked his bag of trail mix instead of the gems at the champion of the Dubbas.]

BRAIN: Pinky, that wasn't the gems, that was the trail mix!

PINKY: Oh, dear...there goes my lunch...

BRAIN: Wait...look!

[Pinky points at Boomandi, who's stopped in mid-sling shot, stares at the spilled trail mix on the ground, and quickly begins pecking it up in rapid motion.]

BRAIN: Yes! He's distracted! Now's our chance! Quickly, fetch the boomerang, and-- [Suddenly, Boomandi stops, spits out a chunk, and rears up, spreading his wings, clucking so loudly it's nearly a roar, and looking altogether quite cheesed. We cut to the Dubba Spectators.]

DUBBA SPECTATOR # 2: [To # 1.] Ha...I have heard that the champion loathes raisins! The little furry chaps are really gonna get it now... [Both Spectators chuckle.]

[Meanwhile, our heroes quiver under the menacing shadow of Boomandi.]

PINKY: [Shaking and terrified.] Oh, and Brain, I have another confession...that time you tried to take over the world by claiming that you were a descendant of the Unknown Soldier--

BRAIN: [Also quite frightened.] Not now, Pinky.

[Boomandi is about to take the cowering mice out, as they cover their eyes. Suddenly, a net comes flying from offscreen, wrapping itself around the fighter, and sending him flying into a nearby wall. He's finished.]

BRAIN: We've been saved! But--but--how? [Both mice spin around to the direction from which the net came. They see Billie, holding the "bazooka," smirking.]

BILLIE: Now aren't you glad you let me tag along, after all?

BRAIN: [A bit of a smile creeps onto his face, against his will.] Thanks.

[Boomandi tries to struggle to his feet, in the process losing his wig.]

DUBBA SPECTATOR #3: [Heavily bandaged from the earlier fight.] See! What did I tell you? He's a chicken, a *giant chicken*!

DUBBA SPECTATOR #1: Indeed he is! Get him!

[Boomandi hears this, and manages to stand up on the one foot that's sticking out of the net. He hops away, the net still around him, with the Dubbas right behind him. They run out of Chromedome and the village.]

BRAIN: Well, now that that's over, if I may have a few words? Fellow villagers! You've seen our prowess in battle; we've defeated the undefeatable Boomandi, and banished the Dubbas from your village! Now, I ask of you one humble request: make me-- [He glances at the other two.] ...er...us...us three...your new pan-tribal leaders, and we guarantee you that under our leadership, you shall all see your lives improved the likes of which you've never seen before! No more battles with neighboring tribes, or the Dubbas! No more living in such dismal conditions, fearing for your very lives!

PINKY: No more going without peach cobbler!

BRAIN: Umm, yes. I mean, y-e-e-e-s! Grant us total rule, and all of this, and *more*, shall be yours!

[The villagers appear in deep thought, then begin talking amongst themselves... Mad Ralph steps up to the mice.]

MAD RALPH: Daaah, we've all talked it over, and we've decided to let youse mice be our new leaders! You saved us from those nasty Dubbas, and all!

VILLAGER # 1: Yeah, they did! Three cheers for the *real* Great Ones!

[The villagers cheer, as Brain looks onward, with an expression of being overjoyed by all of this.]

BRAIN: [V.O.] The world was ours! And, just as I'd always suspected, the Earth enjoyed a period of unequaled peace and prosperity under the rule of my brilliant intellect. [Billie clears her throat, as we suddenly cut back to the mice talking to the Warners.] And, erm...naturally, Billie contributed greatly to everything. In fact, she handled the development of most of the highly advanced technology that you will see here, which she had to create more or less from scratch!

PINKY: [Cutting in.] And the Verminators!

BRAIN: Yes! In order to protect us in case the Dubbas ever tried to return, we built up an army of Verminators, combining what I could recall of the blueprints in the Lab with Billie's own ideas. Unfortunately, the Dubbas returned before we were ready, and managed to steal one of the Verminators. We don't know what became of it, but Billie has a suspicion that it may somehow be related to Axel's managing to obtain his own Verminator in 2015.

BILLIE: But if Axel *DID* travel to 3024 and somehow allied himself with the Dubbas...

BRAIN: More than that...we'd managed to build a time machine so that we could send you Warners back home when you arrived, which of course was the whole purpose of all this. But whoever stole the Verminator also took the machine. The Dubbas would have no reason to want it, which introduces even more cause for fear. But we'll just have to deal with it as the time comes...in the meantime, any questions?

YAKKO: Yeah...do you have Cartoon Network in 3024?

DOT: Who has a better Scottish accent, Scrooge McDuck or Scotty from Star Trek?

WAKKO: Do you have any licorice?

BRAIN: Allow me to try again...any *INTELLIGENT* questions?

WARNERS: Oh...guess not.

BRAIN: Very well, then...let us return to the royal palace!

WAKKO: Palace? Faboo! A royal banquet would taste *great* right about now!

BRAIN: Very well, then, my perpetually hungry friend! Let's be off!

[Brain pulls out a transmitter, and presses a button. In several moments, a hovering stretch limousine pulls up. A human chauffeur gets out, and opens one of the limo doors. The Warners, Max, and the mice climb into the limo, and the door is closed. The limo takes off, and heads for the royal palace.]

[While our heroes are thus engaged, we pan away from the Utopia, across the barren swampland, and down into a dark crevice. Here, we see the Dubbas, illuminated only by the light of a nearby fire, standing around something that resembles a cryonic chamber.]

DUBBA # 1: [Extremely ticked, and throwing stuff around.] Those lousy, crummy, blankety-blankin' (bleep)in' mice!

DUBBA # 2: Enough with the *bleep* jokes already!

LEAD DUBBA: Yeah, cool it! We'll have our revenge soon enough.

DUBBA # 3: [Looks like he's had too much sugar.] Ooo...whenna we gonna git revenge! I wanna git revenge! Revengerevengerevengerevengere-- [Dubba # 1 smacks him and sends him flying offscreen.]

LEAD DUBBA: [To Dubba # 1.] Thanks. [To all.] My fellow Dubbas--I know that you grow weary living under the oppressive thumb of the mice! And I realize that you are all extremely disappointed by Mr. Foley's failure to hold up his end of our bargain. We provided him with both a Verminator and a time machine--set everything up perfectly. All he had to do was return to his own time and bump them off before they could transport themselves here. And yet somehow, the bumbling oaf, despite having a high-tech, deadly, nigh-invincible robot at his disposal, and despite having every bloody odd in his favor, was not able to kill three...puny...little...rodents. [The crowd groans. Lead Dubba perks up.] BUT...fear not! For the day of reckoning is nearly upon us! Soon, it will be time for us to reclaim what is rightfully ours! [Darkly.] Soon...

[Meanwhile, YW&D have eaten a tremendous dinner, and are now ready to turn in for the night. Dot is putting her ears in curlers in front of the bathroom mirror, Wakko is brushing his teeth hanging upside down on the chandelier, and Yakko is sitting on the bed setting the alarm clock to wake them at 3:13 PM.]

WAKKO: [Jumping off the chandelier.] Y'know, guys...I think I'm gonna like it here!

YAKKO: Yeah...if there's any time I'd want to be stranded it's in 3024 AD. This is the life...a perfect world! Everybody cares about everybody else! Disease and famine are all but eradicated! If you want anything, all you have to do is push a button! And best of all--our show is on 24 hours a day! [Turns on TV.]

ANNOUNCER: You're watching the all-Animaniacs network! All Animaniacs, all the time! Coming up next, the Gold Paper teams up with the Goodfeathers for "Gansta Wrap"! [A remote comes flying through the TV, breaking it. Pull back to show that Yakko threw it.]

YAKKO: What can I say...a perfect world was too much to ask. [Dot walks over, and the three sibs snuggle into a king-sized bed.] But this is about as good as it gets! Goodnight, Dot. ‘Night, Wakko.

WAKKO: G'night, Yakko. G'night, Dot.

DOT: ‘Night, Yakko. Try to control your bladder, Wakko. [Wakko grins sheepishly. Yakko flicks off the lightswitch.]

[Cut to the mice. They're in a lavish monarchal bedroom, but they don't make use of much of it--they've set up a little lab cage in the corner, and seem to prefer to make this their quarters. Brain is getting himself comfortable in a mouse-sized Elizabethan-style bed (complete with pull-around curtains). Pinky is gnawing on a piece of sawdust from the bottom of the cage, Billie is sitting atop the cage, glancing out the window thoughtfully.]

BRAIN: [Yawns.] I'd advise that you two get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day--we've got to give the Warners the full tour of the kingdom! I must admit, it will be fun to show off a bit. [Chuckles, and pulls the curtain around the bed. We see him lie down, and fall asleep with a small smile on his face. We cut to Pinky, who drops the sawdust, and after considering a moment, climbs the bars of the cage and sits down next to Billie. He looks up at the starry view.]

PINKY: Billie?

BILLIE: [Awakening from her trance.] Hmmm...?

PINKY: The sky is really, really big, isn't it?

BILLIE: [Smiling lovingly.] Yeah...it sure is. [She glances down cautiously to see if Brain is awake. Hearing his snoring, she slips her arm around Pinky's shoulder and draws him a bit closer. We pull back on the two against the magnificent night sky, then fade away to...]

[The next morning. We see our cast enjoying a breakfast fit for...well, for the ruler of the world. They sit at a ridiculously huge banquet table, and everyone is gorging themselves on pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and Branimaniacs and Plucky Charms cereals. Wakko leans back, smiling, and feels his swollen belly.]

WAKKO: For the first time in my life, my appetite is completely satisfied. [Belches pleasantly.]

YAKKO: Yeesh, but look at that gut! C'mon, guys--let's go outside and wreak some havoc! [To Wakko.] Don't worry, we'll have ya slimmed down and starving again in time for lunch!

DOT: I could stand to lose a few pounds myself. I did go a bit overboard on the tangerines...

YAKKO: Then let's go! [Yakko & Dot dash off in "running amok" mode, while Wakko slogs slowly along behind them.]

BRAIN: [To Max.] Now, then...we have related our plight to you, and told you all that we know. What would you make of the situation? [Max opens his mouth to reply, but before he can say a syllable, a blinding flash of light is seen in front of the group.]

MAX: [Crossing his arms.] Geez...don't I get *ANY* lines in this thing?

[A portal opens, out from which steps...]

PINKY: [Surprised] Mr. Peabody and Sherman?!

PEABODY: You are correct, my friend... It is I, here to lend assistance to your quest!

MAX: But what are you doing here? You usually travel back to the past, not the future!

PEABODY: That is correct as well, but I shall explain... You see, my boy, Sherman, and I decided that traveling to the future would be a nice change of pace, and so selected the year 2015 as our destination...

BRAIN: [Sarcastically.] That year certainly seems to get a lot of traffic...

PEABODY: [Clears throat.] However, once we got there, we noticed a most disturbing sight...that roguish Axel Foley fellow *and* that killer rodent cyborg of his...

PINKY: A Verminator, POIT!

PEABODY: Yes, a ‘Verminator,' thank you...was running amok, destroying practically everything in sight! Fortunately, we had landed inside of the Timecop's headquarters, so we used their surveillance tapes and computer equipment to bring us up to speed on the situation, and learn that Axel had obtained the Verminator from the year 3024, through the help of some unknown benefactor.

PINKY: Daddy Warbucks?

PEABODY: Not likely, my bucktoothed friend...

BRAIN: More likely is that the Dubbas had a hand in it. [Explaining to Peabody.] They're a rival tribe. They not only stole one of our Verminators, but also purloined the time machine we had been building.

PEABODY: Then it seems like Axel may not be the only one we have to worry about... Anyway, while I'm afraid the Wayback machine isn't equipped to handle more than several people, we *could* assist you in constructing another time machine.

MAX: Could you tell us some more about what Axel was up to before you left 2015, Mr. Peabody?

PEABODY: But of course. Sherman and I figured that Mr. Foley had bigger plans for the Verminator than just using it to commit pointless acts of violence, so we decided to spy on our friend for a brief time. What we saw wasn't particularly pleasing...

[Flashback ripples cover screen, dissolving to the WB Studio lot in 2015.]

PEABODY: [V/O] Axel was setting to work on exacting his changes on society, apparently using his various, ahem, "talents" as a means of doing so, including his patented "in-your-face" verbal skills. We followed him to the WB's headquarters, where he was lugging some sort of suitcase, for reasons that were to be revealed to us shortly...

[Cut to Axel, who's stopped nearby the control room for the WB network. Axel looks at the door "Control Room! Employees and Vision-Minded Network Executives Only!", then looks back at the camera and emits his stacatto-sounding "Heh, Heh, Heh" laugh. We also see Peabody and Sherman, pretending to be tourists (they're wearing cameras and sunglasses), but actually observing this whole scene secretly, from some distance away.]

AXEL: This is (bleep)in' great! (Bleep) those Dubbas...so what if I didn't manage to stop the mice from goin' to their time? It's no skin off my (bleep)in' teeth. They're out of my hair, and I've got my Verminator! Now I can do whatever the (bleep) I want! I think I'm gonna start with makin' some changes to the WB's (bleep)ing lineup! Ha!

[Axel enters the control room. Inside, two dead-eyed looking control room workers are seen.]

WORKER #1: Hey, what are you doin' in here?

AXEL: [Flashes his badge.] Axel Foley, new network censor. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to make a whole bunch 'a changes to this (bleep)in' lineup of yours! Lookit what you're showin' there!

WORKER #2: But that's just a commercial for Tide!

AXEL: [Speaking more loudly and abrasively.] Yeah, well, we can't take any (bleep)in' chances here, ya know? I mean, that commercial shows a bunch a clothes that shouldn't be seen on TV and stuff, ya know what I'm sayin'?

WORKER #1: But...

AXEL: [Moving within face-to-face range of the two workers.] I mean, lookit my shirt here! See what that stuff's done to my (bleep)in' clothes, it made a big ol' (bleep) hole in my shirt here! You might be exposin' people's underwear and stuff on the air, and we can't have any of that (bleep)in' stuff, ya know?!

WORKER #2: [Frightened-looking.] But... but...

AXEL: [Still loud/aggressive sounding.] Yeah, well, I'm gonna make some (bleep)in' changes, ya got that? So you can go take some (bleep)in' time off, go to Vegas or somethin', while I'm takin' care of some (bleep)in' business! You (bleep) know what I'm (bleep)in' sayin'?

[Axel backs off for a moment, then sets things straight with the two workers.]

AXEL: I'M IN (BLEEP)IN' CHARGE HERE, NOW!!! LIKE THE NETWORK HEAD TOLD ME, OK, SO IF YOU DON'T (BLEEP)IN' LIKE IT, YA CAN TAKE IT (BLEEP)IN' UP WITH THE (BLEEP)IN' EXECS, YOU (BLEEP)S!!!

[The workers, unable to take much more of Axel's verbal tactics, scream and run out of the room.]

AXEL: [Does that laugh of his again.] Well, that was pretty (bleep)in' easy! Now to make a few changes to our *regularly scheduled lineup*!

[Axel opens his suitcase, and pulls out a videotape, which he inserts into a VCR slot in a control panel. Instantly, the displays light up with a bizarre-looking promo, on which is Axel's image.]

AXEL'S VOICE: Hey, couch potatoes! I'm Axel Foley, and this is my (bleep)in' all-new lineup! We've got a 16-hour P.J.'s marathon, followed by all of my movies, startin' off with Vampire in Brooklyn, Boomerang, an' The Nutty Professor! Then, we're gonna run those Saturday Night Live sketches y'all loved so much! Yeah, you heard right, from now on, it's all-Axel, all the time, on the W-(bleep)in'-B!

[Cut to some couch potato's home, watching this promo...]

VIEWER: Well, it probably beats watching Sister, Sister: The Next Generation...

[Cut back to the studio. The promo ends, and the first episode of The P.J.'s starts up.]

[As the flashback sequence ends, fade back to Our Heroes.]

PEABODY: But we still hadn't seen the worst of it. It would appear that Axel had bigger plans than we ever could have suspected. He eventually used his physical and verbal power to pull off the ultimate act of egocentricism--he took control of the world! [All look shocked; Brain also looks a bit hurt by the "egocentricism" crack.] It would appear that the barren state in which you found the world was the direct result of the careless fashion in which he ruled. Needless to say, Sherman and I had seen enough...and thus, we came here to 3024! We surely must go back and stop his expletive-laden scheme, though I'm sure we need some sort of attack plan before doing so. Perhaps our martial arts expert Max would care to assist in that regard?

MAX: [Slamming a fist into his open palm.] Sure!

BILLIE: And I'll help!

MAX: Are you sure you wouldn't rather help in constructing a new time machine with Mr. Peabody and Brain?

BILLIE: Umm, I don't think that'll be necessary... I think there's already enough brainpower there to get that task done... [Thinking to herself.] As well as enough ego clashing, no doubt...

PEABODY: So, it's all settled. Brain and I shall set to work on constructing a new time machine, and Billie and Max shall work on constructing some sort of means of taking on our perpetually cursing friend Axel Foley and his Verminator.

PINKY: What about me, Sherman, and the Warners? POIT!

BRAIN: I suppose you and Sherman are free to do as you wish until we're done, along with the Warners... Speaking of which, *where* are they?

[The Warners walk in, accompanied by Mad Ralph, dressed in futuristic-looking clothes.]

MAD RALPH: Daaaah, I found dem bungee-jumpin' off da Brain Tower building, your majesty!

YAKKO: Yeah, it was really fun! ...Until the rope broke, that is.

WAKKO: Yeah, then we were just stuck doing that "two places at once" gag until we got dragged in here by Mad Ralph!

DOT: It was a good thing that Ralphie here was right underneath us to break our fall when the bungee cords broke, though!

MAD RALPH: [Annoyed.] Daah, yeah... Now, if youse excuses me, I gotta go finish setting up for 'Chromedome Slam-Fest 3024'! [Mad Ralph leaves.]

BRAIN: [Irate.] I should've known there was something I'd forgotten about these being the 2000 Warners! And just when I'd all but forgotten about that *insipid* 'two places at once' gag!

[Brain mutters to himself as he and Peabody begin to walk towards the palace's labs, but don't get much further than about 6 feet when they notice that the Warners are right there in front of them. They turn around, and notice that the Warners are right behind them at the same time.]

BRAIN: [Screaming.] Yaaaah!

[The Warners & Pinky laugh at having pulled off this gag on the future world's ruler. Max, Sherman, & Billie attempt to stifle a few giggles, as well. Peabody merely rolls his eyes at all this.]

BRAIN: [Angrily.] I thought you were going to behave yourselves!

YAKKO: I know, but we hadn't done that gag in about... Oh, 12 minutes?

BRAIN: [Slyly.] Well, then, maybe you'd like to see one of *my* gags?

[Brain pulls out a control device, and presses a button, and three holographic, oversized wooden rulers emerge, hovering over the Warners' heads in a potential striking position.]

BRAIN: It's one of several of my discipline methods here in 3024... So, feel like pulling any *more* cheap spatial distortion gimmicks, 'puppy-children'?

YAKKO: [Nervously.] Aaaaah... I think we'd better be getting to the movies, right, guys?

WAKKO: [Nervously as well.] "Yeah, I think we'd better get going, too... I'd hate to miss seeing Brain Eaters From Outer Space IV and Wakko's Wish in 'Brainophonic Sound™'!"

DOT: Uhh... me three!

WARNERS: Bye!

[The Warners take off from this scene at Warp Factor 5.]

BRAIN: [Chuckling, while turning off the holographic rulers.] I must admit, it *does* feel good to have finally gotten back at those Warners after all these years over that mind-numbing gag... [Turning towards Pinky.] Speaking of mind-numbing...

PINKY: [Still laughing.] Wahahaha! Two places... giant rulers! NARF!

BRAIN: Pinky, why don't you take Sherman to your room for awhile? Peabody and I have business to do, and I'm sure you two have... whatever... to talk about.

PEABODY: [Slightly annoyed.] I believe that's *Mr.* Peabody, Brain...

BRAIN: [Also annoyed.] Fine, but only if you call me 'Emperor Brain,' *Mr.* Peabody.

PEABODY: Ahh, touché.

PINKY: Ok, Brain, TROZ! [He and Sherman walk off.] Two places... giant rulers! Hah!

[Brain shakes his head, and he and Peabody head off towards the palace's labs. Max and Billie shrug their shoulders, and they head off to the palace's war room.]

[We cut back to the Dubbas, gathered around their cryonic chamber thingee again.]

DUBBA # 3: [To Lead Dubba.] Cud'ju tell us about the Great One again?

LEAD DUBBA: [Sighs.] I've told you about the Great One 6,579 times.

DUBBA # 3: I know, but I wanna hear it again! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplea-- [Dubba # 1 grabs the unwitting Dubba # 2, and uses him like a baseball bat to smack Dubba # 3 and send him flying.]