| {Cut now at the Histerian hallway where to the left of the meeting room
door, another door is shown reading "Histeria emergency meeting room" which as
we now see looks the same as the original, only with no TV. The Histeria cast is sitting
around another table and looking a bit confused} Sammy:{Slowly}Well, now that Loud and Miss Info have been gone for 90 minutes, um, what do we do? Aka: Maybe we should call them to see if they're all right. Father Time: Good idea but I wonder, did we actually give them that cell phone we prepared for them? Froggo:{To Chit}It was your job to give them that phone, did you? {Before Chit can answer, he notices a cell phone in his shirt pocket and realizes he didn't give it to them. He quickly hides it} Chit: Um, yes I did give it to them, but um, there was faulty wring? Yes, I just realized that the wiring was all wrong and we won't be able to contact them, yeah that's it. And I'm not saying that to hide the possibility that I forgot to give it to them, that's for sure!{The cell phone falls out of his pocket} Toast: Whoa, no offense Chit dude, but your ability to lie is just as bad as your ability to sell things. Lucky Bob: You are correct sir. Hiyo! {Before Chit can defend himself, the secretary comes in} Secretary: Mr Melman, an annoying person has been calling me for an hour demanding to talk to you. I keep telling him he can't call you without an appointment, but he just keeps calling back. He says he's a scientist, and.. Sammy: A scientist? Gasp, it must be Dr Burrows! Put him through to my cell phone! I'm certainly glad I fixed the tampering on my computer so I can tell him off! {The secretary goes back to her desk and picks up the phone} Secretary: Okay Dr Norman, I hope you're happy, I'm putting you through to Mr Melman. {Cut to Harry} Harry: Well it's about time. After I'm finished helping him I'm going to say a few choice words about _his_ "helpers" {Fade back to an angry Sammy as his cell phone rings and he answers it} Harry: Hello? Sammy: You horrible, sad, all too smart man, you dare to call here after what you're pulling?! Well let me tell you Mr Burrows, Loud and Miss Info are coming over to your place and they're going to stop your twisted plan stone cold, do you hear me?! Harry: I hear you, and I would be intimidated, except I'm not Gene. My name is Dr Harry Norman, I'm a friend of Gene's. {Everyone crowds around Sammy to hear Harry} Sammy: If you're a friend of Gene Burrows, how can we trust you? Harry: Well in that case, you may not like hearing this. You see in a way, it's my fault the marathon is happening Everyone: What?!{Angry murmurs are heard} Harry: Let me explain, and also tell you a bit about me and Gene. You see, we were scientists together, living in the city of Long Beach. {Dissolve in flashback mode to shots of the city of Long Beach, then cut to a official looking building} Harry:{Narrating}We worked at the Science building, it's the headquarters of an organization of scientists who work to create new, brilliant inventions for the city, and the world. Gene and I were good friends. {Cut inside the building to Harry sitting at a desk with Gene apparently giving support while he's building something} Harry:{Continuing}I could always count on him for support, and it wasn't just because he was the smartest person in our company. Then last September, things began to change. I inadvertently signed a contract to let local Shriners use my office every day at 3:30 PM, so for the next few months I spent that time at Gene's office, watching you guys. {Cut to an office where Harry is watching Histeria! and laughing} Harry: You see, I've always been a fan of your show, and I've always gotten a good laugh out of it. Father Time: I'm glad somebody did. Harry: But Gene didn't. He listened to the show for 4 months and he developed a great hatred for it. He said it was stupid, it was a bad excuse to fit educational guidelines, and no one on it was remotely funny! But he hated two specific characters most of all. I think you can guess who. W.O.W: Loud and Miss Info, so _that's_ his motive? Harry: No, all I know is that whatever motive he had started in early February. I was on vacation at the time, and when I got back Gene wasn't there, and no one in the organization would tell me why since it was apparently too embarrassing to talk about. After that I rarely saw Gene again and each time I did he wouldn't say what happened, but I could see in his eyes an evil, underhanded expression, as if he was in the midst of planning something not very good, and this must be it! But I don't know what Loud and Miss Info have to do with whatever happened that drove him to do this. Sammy: So what are you doing now? Harry: I just came out of a scientific convention in Alabama, I'm in Louisiana right now and I'm going to drive to Gene's house to stop him, but right now I'm going to try to help you in any way I can. Where are Loud and Miss Info? Charity: They, like Mr Melman said, went to Gene's house too. Harry: Oh, I don't think that sounds good. Listen, let me tell you some more things about Gene. He's the smartest guy I know and he's one of the smartest people on Earth in case you didn't figure out already. He can make the logical out of the illogical, and you never know what he'll send and come up with next. Put it this way, he's someone who's definitely not to be underestimated. Aka:{Slowly}Okay, is there anything else you know that could help us out? Harry: Why yes! While I was dealing with Sammy's secretary, I came up with something. We need to somehow take back control of every TV in the world from Gene, so we can prevent him from doing whatever he's going to do or say afterwards. You guys have plenty of inventors at your place, there must be one famous inventor who has thought of or is building a machine to control every TV on Earth. Sammy: No way, they're all on vacation, and besides I don't think that any one of our inventors has even thought of building a machine like that!{His eyes begin to widen as he seems to have an idea}But I know one of them who might and who definitely didn't follow my instruction to take a vaca! Nostradamus: Phew, at least now I'm not the only one. {Cut now to a lab of some sort as the Histeria cast walks in. There are a large amount of strange inventions and equipment that we see. A somewhat familiar man is seen sitting at a desk and writing some sort of blueprints. He then gets up and turns around and now we see who it is: it's our old friend, Christopher Walken-esque Nikola Tesla from the episode "Better Living Through Science", the young, black haired version of him} Tesla: Hello, Histerians. {Naturally, the cast quivers in fear at hearing this, except for one....} Pepper: AHH HA HA!!! IT'S YOU, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S REALLY YOU!!! Tesla: Oh no, not again. Pepper: I've dreamed my whole life of meeting you, and now here you are and here I am, ahh ha ha!!! Father Time: Um Pepper, I'd advise you to calm down a bit, since one, you've already met him before and two, although he looks a lot like him, that man is not Christopher Walken. Pepper: Darn! Sammy: Yeah, he's over two floors down, and I hear he's mad at the WB for using all of these lookalikes of him without his permission. I don't know what his problem is though, if he didn't want us to imitate him, he should never have become so odd and scary and make it more fun for us to do so. Tesla: Ahem, my genius tells me that you didn't come here to debate about people I look like, so why are you here? Sammy: Well Nicky, can I call you Nicky? Tesla: No. Sammy: Okay Nicky, now we're in a real dilly of a pickled egg here and we thought you could help us out.{Puts his arm around him} Tesla: Ahhh! Get your arm off me, who knows what kinds of germs you'll spread!{He then sees Big Fat Baby near one of his machines}Ahhh! And get that round thing away from me, I'm scared of round things, especially after what that one did to my death ray!! Cho-Cho: Well he is pretty scary, so I'll just take him away. Tesla: Please do, and I'd also advise you to change his diaper while you're at it! Nostradamus: I knew he was going to say that! And I'm sure everyone else here did too, shut up! Toast: Whoa, the dude's physic! Nostradamus: Of course I am, what else would I be? Tesla: Ahem, getting back to the point, why are you here? Sammy: Well we just want to know if you're planning to build any machines that would take control of every TV on Earth. Tesla: No, I haven't. Besides, you should know that I've been spending every spare moment trying to build my death ray. Aka: Well you're gonna have to take a break, because we've got a scientist on the phone and we need you and him to build such a device before 4 tomorrow or our friends are gonna have their heinies kicked by everyone in the world! Harry:{From phone}Hold on a minute, I have to work with Tesla to figure this out? Why not Mr Smarty-pants, he's smarter and he can come up with this faster. Smarty-pants: That's a good question, why not me? I am very shy, but in this kind of situation I can work to change that. Tesla: It's probably because I'm a genius and they've finally figured out that fact. W.O.W: Actually it's because you're the only one eccentric enough to come up with such a machine. Tesla: Does that count good towards my genius? Chit: No it mainly counts toward how crazy you are. Lucky Bob: Yes now. Tesla: Very well, give me the phone.{Sammy gives him the phone}Hello, Mr Scientist. Harry:{A bit scared}Actually Mr Tesla, the name's Harry, and we're going to have to work together to come up with a design workable enough to build into a device that will gain back TV and save Loud and Miss Information. Tesla: Loud? You mean that loud kid who pushed the button on my death ray which led to me being shot?! You actually expect me to help build something which will save someone who contributed to my ray's downfall, why should I?! Charity: If you do, it'll help prove you are a genius and we'll give you more funding for your death ray. Tesla: In that case, when do we start? Harry: We must start immediately. It's 8:30 now, and we don't know what's going on back there with Loud and Miss Info. Let's just hope Gene hasn't played his cards yet for them. {Cut back to the deserted area. It's pitch dark except for a nearby fire. Loud and Miss Info are near it relaxing. A caption reads it's 11:00 PM} Loud: Are you sure you don't need any bandages or anything, I mean you did take quite a shock by that snake. Miss Info: No I'm fine, just a little woozy, but do _you_ need anything, you yourself took a shock too. Oh that reminds me, I never got a chance to thank you for saving me back there. Loud: To answer your first question, I refer you to your answer to that question since I'm a bit woozy myself, that's why we're resting here. And second it was nothing, no trouble at all. Wait a minute it was quite a bit of trouble, but I don't regret it. Miss Info: That's good to hear.{She thinks a bit}Oh that reminds me, I have another question I've been meaning to ask. Loud: Go right ahead. Miss Info: Ever since we started this journey you've been acting so nice and considerate to me. Don't get me wrong I certainly appreciate it, but is there any special reason why? Loud: Actually there is. I know that all of this has been really hard on you, since right now the whole world is probably very annoyed at seeing you, a crazy scientist is planning your doom most likely, and not to mention the many horrible things he's said and probably will be saying about you. Since I'm facing the same thing I can relate to that, and the last thing I want to do is make it worse, so that's why I'm trying to make it a bit better for you. Miss Info: That's a very sweet thing to say and to do. In fact, this now brings up another question. You can stop me if I'm asking too many. Loud: Not at all, go on. Miss Info: Well one of Gene's accusations is that he mainly can't stand you since you yell and nothing more, and it seems the same way in real life too. But I really am curious now to know, exactly what are you like underneath that voice of yours? Are you as obnoxious as some people say you are, or just a very nice kid at heart, because it looks to me like the latter is the case. Loud: Well, I would consider myself to be that way, though I know even beyond the voice I'm far from perfect, though I try. Miss Info: Then how come until now we haven't seen this side of you? Loud: Actually, it's for a good reason. You see, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I showed the others this nice side of me, they'd say it was only an act. They'd say that I was only acting this way to distract them from my loud, ear splitting voice, and that I'm really not this nice and I'm just a one dimensional kid who's loud and nothing more like I am on the show. Then I'd argue that that isn't true, then they'd disagree, and eventually it would lead to a huge argument which would make them lose what little respect they have for me and cause a huge rift between us and ruin the practically already ruined show. That's the last thing I want to happen. Miss Info: But I don't think the others would be that cold in accusing you, they're not like that. Loud: For me I'll bet they'd make an exception. Miss Info: What do you mean? Loud: Well before I start I should warn you this may get melodramatical. Miss Info: I'm used to it, mainly because I've been exposed to that quite a bit by Mr Melman's movies. Go on. Loud: Well, the reason they'd probably react that way is because of how often I yell. Gene Burrows himself stated that he really hates me because I yell about 95 to 100% of the time. Watching that marathon and thinking about what being exposed to my voice is doing to the world is also making me realize that I really am annoying to everyone. Think of it, practically every time people hear me they cringe and probably have their ears hurting from me, and I wouldn't be surprised if I've already made a lot of people go deaf, be it through in person or through this marathon!{To Miss Info}Feel free to stop me if this is too much or too out of place for a little kid to say. Miss Info:{Clearly affected by Loud's speech}No, go on. Loud: Okay. Anyway the point is I've inadvertently caused a lot of people to suffer by hearing me and also probably done so to millions of viewers around the world before and during all of this. Sigh, why is it you always figure out these things just as it comes back to haunt you? Plus, it was probably my annoyance and not yours that caused Gene to go crazy and drag us all into this big mess! I've done quite a bit to convince everyone that I'm loud, rude and obnoxious, Gene Burrows probably knew that better than anyone, and now he's making me pay the price. Miss Info:{Slowly}Okay, is that all? Loud: Yes I think that's all the confessions I can think of right now. Miss Info: Okay, first off I don't remember where I heard this statement, from one of my parents, a friend, or a shifty shyster self help guru on TV, but I recall hearing from somewhere the statement, and I quote. "A person's biggest flaw does not matter, what matters is what is beyond that flaw" endquote. And in your case, that means that your voice doesn't matter, it's what's underneath the voice that counts. And what's underneath that voice is a kind, considerate, and caring guy. Do you know how I know that? Loud:{A bit shaken}No, how? Miss Info: Because if you were as one dimensional and rude as Gene says you are, you wouldn't have been so protective and caring to me since we started this journey, and you wouldn't have saved me from the snake. Plus you've rarely, if at all yelled during our conversations and that tells me that you must really care if you've been able to go this long without doing so. Loud: You really believe all of that?{She nods}That almost makes me feel better, I can't begin to thank you enough! Miss Info: Well at least you're able to slightly control your flaw, sadly I can't say the same for mine. Now I guess it's my turn to confess my problems. Loud: Well when you do, don't feel too bad because now I'm the one that's supposed to comfort your problems. It's a literal reversal of roles. Miss Info: I don't think even you can do that, since my stupid remarks are something I can't control. You know all the wrong remarks I said on the show? I actually believed all of them were true until they told me they were just jokes. And there are probably tons of other things I think are true but they're really false, which I won't give an example for in order to spare more embarrassment. Loud: Okay, now it's my turn to comfort you.{Clears his throat}Now first off, I don't think you're really _that_ dumb and that you're probably smarter than you let on. Miss Info: You're just saying that. Loud: No I'm not, I'm telling the truth.{Sly}And do you know how I know that? Because if you were that dumb, you wouldn't be able to say all those kind reassuring words to me. You know, you're the first person who's ever told me that I am who you say I am, and you say that _I'm_ kind and considerate? Well if you're the only person who's sensitive enough to actually try to find that out, then you must be twice as nice as I am, and I think that statement is actually a fact. Miss Info: You believe all of that? Loud: Of course, and hearing you say that gives me quite a case of deja vu by the way. Miss Info: Well if I'm really more nice than you, I must be the nicest person in the world. Those words only prove to me that my description of you was accurate, _I_ can't thank you enough! Loud: Uh oh, there's that deja vu again!{They both laugh} Miss Info: Ha ha, well then I suppose we'd best be heading back on our way to Gene's house. But of course this likely possibility that he has more traps waiting for us scares me a bit to go on. Loud: Well, we're lost anyway, it'd take us quite a while to head back to civilization, so we might as well try to stop him. And if you do get scared, you know I'm here to help fix that. Miss Info:{Warmly}I know you will. {They walk off. Cut to Gene who's been watching this whole thing} Gene: Hmm, they almost fooled me, but it will take more than staged sentiment to stop me. Now it's time to treat the public to the next most horrible thing after Loud. {Cut to George and Martha as they begin to go back down the steps now that the TV has apparently gone quiet again. A lot of things are broken and damaged from the recent clips} George: My goodness, if we get out of this alive, the cost to repair this stuff will make us wish we hadn't. Martha: Are you sure we should be down here, what if the TV goes up again? George: You always tell me to not say those kind of statements since the opposite always happens, and now _you're_ saying those statements? Boy, sometimes you're hard to figure out. Martha: Can you blame me, I'm in a very tense mood and whatever comes on next could shatter my sanity and ears. {Just then the volume goes up again, but it's not as loud as before, consider it to be Level 12 loudness. The clip this time is Miss Info from the Better Living Through Science episode stating that helium was found in partyballoons} Martha:{After viewing the clip}That would be annoying in normal terms, but after hearing the events of the last 5 hours, it's worse! George: You're right as always dear, this could be even worse than the yelling of that kid! {Cut to Sally and Jim. They are now viewing the clip from The Dawn of Time ep again} Sally: AAHH! This is almost as bad as that kid, especially after what we've just gone through. Jim: I suppose now we'll be hearing her at high volume for the next few hours. If incredibly wrong statements is what we'll be viewing during that time, our sanity's gonna take a turn for the worse! {Now the clip shown is from the 20'th century Presidents episode, during the Watergate/Nixon sketch. The scene shown is Miss Info saying that the White House is the home of Perry White. Cut to the real White House where the Clintons and Al Gore are watching this from the Oval Office} Bill Clinton:{After hearing Miss Info's statement}Hey, how come no one told me that this was Perry White's house? Al Gore:{In his usual wooden voice}That's because it's not, it's an incorrect statement which is very trying on my sanity after what we've just seen for the last 5 hours. I am very scared and angry. Hillary Clinton:{A bit dazed}I still don't understand how come none of us are able to leave this place, no matter what, we can't get out. Al:{Still wooden} And being exposed to this makes it worse, I don't know how much more I can take. {Now we see the part where Miss Info states that the White House blue room is where the President goes when he's feeling sad, then she states that the Red Room is where the President meets Communists and pinkos} Al:{Still wooden again}That is so wrong and horrible that I am scared for my life over what may be shown next and I want out of this building. {He stiffly picks up a chair and throws it at a window, but when it hits it, it bounces back at Gore and hits him} Al:{Wooden still but dazed}It's time for us to build the bridge to the 21'st century.{He falls down} Hillary: Well I think we all saw that statement coming. {Cut now to Tesla's lab as Tesla talks to Harry on the phone.} Tesla: No, no, no, the audio commander has to go on the right side of the device, not the top left! Plus the vernacular modifier needs to be 21 kilowatts strong, not 18! Harry: Okay, okay, I got it. But it still looks wrong on the design. Remember first we have to come up with a design for this device, then if it's workable enough to build, we build it before the 24 hours are up. But are you sure that the others can't help us? Tesla: Of course, they don't have the scientific knowledge that you and I have, therefore they are no help at all. Harry: But we've been going through this for 2 and a half hours from 8:30 to 11:00 and nothing has worked so far, I think we'd be better off with some more help. Tesla: Listen, I'm the genius here, and since I'm the only inventor in this building, I'm the best one for this job, and therefore the only one for this job! Now let's get back to doing this or I'll have no choice but to say hello to you repeatedly. Harry:{Frightened at that prospect}In that case, let's get going. {Cut back to his car as the device on the wheel of his car is still driving it for him, and he's working on a piece of paper} Harry: Hmm, now if the top right modifier is amplified by about 3.4 kilowatts more, I think the rest of the connected parts would be able to share it's power and therefore make it more powerful to control more TV's. What do you think Mr Tesla? Tesla: I think I'm confused as to how you're able to work on a design and calculations while driving a car. Harry: Thank my car driving device for that, when connected to a car wheel it takes control of it and drives it for you, so I don't have to do two things at once and spoil any chance for success. Tesla: I see.{He thinks a bit}Wait a minute, are you trying to show off your smarts at my expense? Harry: What? Tesla: I can tell that you pointed out your little invention to prove that you are a better scientist than me! Harry: Mr Tesla we have no time to argue, every second counts here. Tesla: Oh, trying to get out of this argument cause you don't want to admit I'm right eh?! Well let me tell you that if you think you're a better scientist than I am, you're dead wrong! That's what you're trying to do, I've had so many people do that to me in the past that I can instantly tell that that's what you're doing. Harry: As I said earlier, this is no time to argue, besides I already know that you're a better scientist than I am. Tesla: Huh? Harry: I mean, you invented the Tesla Coil, the Thought Pattern Machine, Anti Gravity Airships, Alternating Current, and you came so close to inventing the death ray too. Who am I to compare? Tesla: Well it's about time! Sorry if I seem so self centered, but I've tried so hard to make people believe I'm a genius that I can't resist bragging. Now let's move on before I go into another one of those sentimental confessions. Harry: Thank you.{To himself}Heh, good old Number 723 in the words of advice book for Scientists sure came through: When in doubt, brag about how great the other is. I'll have to write a kind note to the writer of that book, Ima Genius, but not now, maybe in a few days when this is all behind us.{He goes back to work} {Fade back to Loud and Miss Info as they are still walking. Just then, the cell phone begins to ring again} Loud: I'll take this call.{Miss Info gives him the cell phone, then Loud answers it}Hello Gene. Gene: Hello there Loud, did you miss me? Loud: No, not really. Gene: Good. By the way, I hate to say this, but kudos on a fine acting job in that conversation at the fireplace, you almost had me fooled. Loud: Acting? YOU ACTUALLY THINK THAT WE WERE FAKING THAT WHOLE CONVERSATION?! Gene: Of course. But if you think you're going to fool me with that old "trick the scientist into thinking that you're more than a loud voice trick" you think wrong. That goes for you too Miss Info, remember I am not someone who can be fooled very easily. Miss Info: You mad man, I know as well as you do how much Loud yells, but I think it's a bit unfair to judge him like that without looking beneath that voice. Gene:{Furious}Unfair?! UNFAIR?!!{He screams}Let me tell you my definition of unfair. Unfair is having two horrific characters ruin a brilliant scientist's life and deprive millions of people around the world the chance to change their lives for the better, _that's_ unfair. Loud: MILLIONS OF PEOPLE, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! Gene: You'll find out eventually, and maybe then you'll realize this is for the best. In the meantime, if you didn't know, it's 11:00 and you haven't gotten a wink of sleep, how horrible. {15 feet behind Loud and Miss Info, another trap door opens and something begins to come out} Miss Info: Are you trying to put us to sleep? Gene: No, but if I were you and I went through such a rough day and also managed to stay awake till 11, I'd be tired. And that also means you haven't been read a bedtime story yet, how sad. {Back at the trap door, some metal like things begin to come out and they walk behind Loud and Miss Info} Gene: But instead of a story, I'll do a parody of the opening of a poem. Ahem. Twas the night before tomorrow, and all through the yard, not an object was stirring{A loud noise is heard and Loud and Miss Info turn around}except for some bars. {We now see that the objects are prison bars, about 15-20 of them. Suddenly, metal legs begin to grow beneath the bars, and they walk towards Loud and Miss Info} Miss Info: Walking prison bars, now there's something you don't see, is that possible? Gene: With me Miss Info, anything is possible. Including this. {We now see two of the bars stand next to each other. At the top of one, a small prison bar comes out and connects that bar and the other together. Then the rest of the bars walk towards each other and do the same, and in a matter of moments, they have formed a box like prison cell} Gene: Ta da, what do you think of my little cell? Unfortunately although I've formed the cell I haven't found anyone to actually go into it and see how well it can hold people.{The bars begin to walk towards the good guys}Any volunteers? {Gene laughs and hangs up. Loud and Miss Info now begin to run away from the bars, but instead of chasing them, two bars jump very high and go over them, trapping them. They try to turn around, but two more bars surround them, and in a matter of moments, all the bars arrive. Then they form their box like prison cell and Loud and Miss Info are inside} Miss Info: Well that was rather quick. Loud:{Whispering}Don't get too comfortable in this prison, I have an idea. {Loud moves towards two of the bars and tries to squeeze between them, and since he is small, he does. The bars then begin to break up and go after him. Two bars jump over him and are in front of him again, but he squeezes between them before the others arrive.} Miss Info:{Running with Loud}Well, that was certainly a good idea. Loud: Well, people may say bad things about being short, but it has it's advantages.{They stop and see that the bars are not running after them}What happened, did Gene give up that easily? {The bars now suddenly turn smaller, they are now about the same height as Loud. One bar runs toward him and without warning, swings at him. He and Miss Info run away as the bar continues to do so} Miss Info: Now this is unusual, why aren't they trying to trap us? Loud: Gene must be really angry that our running away prevented the earlier success of...{begins to realize something as the bar continues to swing at his legs}OH MY, THEY'RE TRYING TO KNOCK US OUT! {The rest of the bars now jump over the good guys and now they all begin to swing at them, aiming mainly for the head. Loud tries to back away but a bar comes up behind him and traps him. Another bar moves forward to knock him down. Just as it's about to hit him, Miss Info jumps up, grabs Loud, and the bar instead hits the other bar, and they both explode} Loud: Pant, well Miss Info, I guess that makes us even. Miss Info: Wait, call it a rare feat, but I have an idea!{She goes over in front of another bar. Behind her, another bar runs up towards her to hit her, but she runs away and the bar hits the one in front of her before it can run, and they both explode} Loud: Say, that is a good idea. I certainly hope Gene is watching this and seeing his theories on you being proven wrong. Miss Info: Well, there are 4 bars down, 16 to go, what do you say we count down on that total? Loud: LET'S DO IT! {They split up. Loud goes near another bar and holds on to it tightly, the bar tries to shake him off but it can't. Another bar swings at him, but Loud jumps out of the way and the bars collide and explode. Miss Info goes near another bar, and it swings at her and misses. She runs toward another bar with the original one still chasing her, then she suddenly turns and the bars crash into each other and explode. Loud is now being pursued by a bar, and running towards Miss Info who is being chased by another bar. The two then turn around and the bars collide again} Miss Info:{Quiet}Phew, you know I'm quite surprised that Gene keeps falling for this. {Dissolve to the control console where an angry Gene is watching this on a screen} Gene: Darn it, darn it, darn it, this is what I get for giving those bars minds of their own!{Two more bars explode} Without me to instruct them, they just keep falling for the same gag! I've got to get control again! {Back at the battle field, there are now only 6 bars left. Loud jumps over one bar, and another bar tries to do the same but doesn't land on it's feet and explodes. The fire from the explosion causes the one nearby to explode too. Miss Info once again goes near a bar and another bar comes near her, but this time the bar behind her backs away. She tries to get back to the bar, but it runs away. Just before the bar near her prepares to swing at her, suddenly a large piece of debris from another bar comes at it and it explodes from the collision. Loud then comes up from behind it} Loud: Phew, well I'd say that was a good workout of my pitching arm. Miss Info: Well we're going to need three more of those "workouts" to finish them off. {They run towards a pile of debris from the other bars as the last three bars come towards them. Loud picks up one of the pieces and throws it at a bar, which can't duck away from it in time and explodes from the collision. Miss Info picks up another piece, throws it at another bar and the same thing happens. But just as Loud is about to pick up a piece to throw at the last bar, the bar opens a hatch in front and a laser comes out. Loud and Miss Info run away just as the laser fires, and it destroys all remaining pieces of debris, now there are none left} Gene:{V.O. from a speaker on the bar}Well well well, good things come to those who wait, and I think I've waited a bit too long in this case.{The bar swings at the good guys and barely misses}Your luck has finally run out on you, you succeeded 19 times since this battle began, but the 20'th time, for me, is the charm. {Miss Info then goes behind the bar and grabs it's mechanical legs. It continues to run after Loud though, dragging her with it, but it eventually falls down right in front of Loud. Before he can run though, another hatch opens and mechanical arms come out. One grabs Loud by the collar, and the other moves towards his neck and grabs it in a position resembling the Vulcan neck grip. Desperately, Miss Info notices a tiny opening besides the bar's right leg. She puts her hand in it and grabs a few wires. She then angrily pulls them apart and the bar lets go of Loud's neck. She then pulls out a few more wires} Gene:{V.O. from the bar}What are you doing? Without those wires the bar could explode! And pulling out that many wires guarantees it! Miss Info: That's the general idea, Gene. Maybe you should have listened to Loud's advice not to insult my intelligence, because that certainly cost you. {Gene growls and the bar then gets up and try to grab her. But she runs away and before it can try again, it explodes} Loud:{Coming over to Miss Info}Well, _that_ makes us even and then some. Miss Info: Yeah, are you all right, you did take quite a pinching. Loud: I'm fine, but I hope you're not going to ask that everytime after we confront one of Gene's traps. Miss Info: Well I just care, that's all, I wouldn't have done what I did if I didn't. Loud: I know, but we'd better go before we get all sentimental and make Gene even more testy than he is. {They walk off. Cut back to a very angry Gene} Gene:{Coldly}This is the last thing I need right now, the day's about to end, it should end happily since the marathon is working, but does it? No, of course not, instead we have the MOST EMBARRASSING DEFEAT IN THE HISTORY OF TIME WITH MY BRILLIANT CREATIONS BEING DEFEATED BY AN IDIOT!!!!{Breathes hard}Okay Gene, calm down. I know, listening to the news should calm me down.{He picks up a radio and turns it on to the news} Anchorman:{Tired}It is now 7 and a half hours since the dreaded marathon began and it appears no one will be able to sleep tonight because of this noise. {Dissolve to George and Martha in a bed listening to the same report} George: You're not just whistling dixie, Mr newscaster. Martha: Do you think we'll be able to get one wink of sleep tonight? George: Well Martha..{before he answers we hear Loud yelling don't see it again, very close to maximum level} No, I don't think we'll get any sleep. But what we will get is a severe earache. Martha: Were you trying to be funny, because that wasn't funny. George: I don't even know anymore, I'm too worn out.{He begins to sob}Oh, how can things get worse? Martha: Well be calm, there are only 16 hours until this thing ends. George: 16 hours?! Well that answers my previous question.{He sobs again} {Cut back to the deserted area. A caption now reads that it's 1:00 AM. Loud and Miss Info are still walking, though Loud looks very tired} Loud:{Yawning}Oh boy, Gene was right, I am bushed. I guess that last battle took the wind out of me. Miss Info: I'm tired too, but we need to keep moving, at this rate we'll barely be able to get to his house in time. Loud: I know, I...know. Well, if...{Yawns}I do fall asleep...at least I can consider it to be a temporary wake up from...this...nightmare. {He falls to the ground, asleep. Miss Info walks towards him. For a moment she contemplates Loud, sleeping soundly and peacefully, and smiles} Miss Info: Aw, poor little guy, I certainly hope that he's having pleasant dreams after such an unpleasant day. Boy, you'd never even suspect, watching him sleeping, that he could yell as much as he does, he looks so sweet. In that case that would reflect on how he really is.{She picks him up and holds him}I'll let him sleep for as long as he needs to, he deserves it. {Cut back to the meeting room. A caption reads that it is now 2:30 AM. Most of the cast is asleep, but Sammy, Father Time, W.O.W, and Aka are still awake, Sammy with a more vacant expression on his face} Aka: Hey Sammy, you've been staring into deep space for the last few hours, is something wrong? W.O.W: That's the understatement of the year. Sammy: I'm fine, I've just been thinking. Father Time: About what? Oh, let me guess, is it about whatever's going on between Harry and Mr Tesla? Aka: Are you sure it was a good idea to just have those two work on it, I don't trust that creepy Tesla guy. Sammy: I don't trust him either, but he is a genius, crazy but a genius, and that's not my main concern. I'm more worried about how Loud and Miss Info are doing going up against Gene. W.O.W: Oh, do I detect a little heart and concern in that voice, very out of character. Sammy: Oh, don't have a stereotypical view of me because I run a network show. And besides it's not really concern, it's more...paranoid worries about what will happen to my career if this marathon works and they suffer. Father Time: Come on Sammy, don't deny it, I know what you're thinking. You're remorseful that Loud and Miss Info are fighting for their lives, regretful that maybe if you had given them more character none of this may have happened, and helpless that there's little that could or can be done about it, right? Aka: How could you tell? Father Time: When you live to be as old as me, you pick up a few hints along the way. W.O.W: Tell me about it. Aka: Well Sammy, is he right? Come on, you don't have to act like a stiff exec all the time, you can admit your mistakes. {Before Sammy can answer, Tesla barges in} Tesla: Wake up Histerians, our search for a plan is over! {The rest of the cast wake up suddenly} Toast: Yawn, couldn't you have come up with a plan at some time not at 2 in the morning, Mr Tesla dude? Pepper:{Waking up}Aw, I was having the best dream, I was just about to meet Sean Connery.{Looks at Tesla} AAAAHHHH! I've just gone from looking at a dream to looking at something scary that will give me nightmares! Tesla:{Dry}Yes, good morning to you too. Sammy: Yes, yes, I know, you're scary, now you mentioned a plan? {At Tesla's lab, Tesla lays down a piece of paper on the table for the cast to see} Froggo:{Looking at all the strange little drawings on the paper}What is this? Tesla: That, my funny voiced little friend, is how we will take back control of TV. Harry:{From the cell phone which Tesla is still holding}Yes, it's basically just a regular control console on the outside, but on the inside it has many advanced devices which if programmed right will allow us to gain control of anything. Tesla:{Talking into the cell phone}Hey, I was supposed to give out the expositious details! Charity: This all looks so advanced, how will we be able to build this in time? Smarty-pants: Well, all the advanced parts are ones we have, so we won't have to worry about that, since we certainly couldn't have asked for them to be delivered before 4 PM. Harry: Actually, all we'll need is those parts, and _your_ control console. I know you have to have one nearby, since you need to make sure everything goes smoothly when you air your episodes for all to see, so all we need is to dismantle your console, rebuild it, put the new parts in it, and we'll be ready. Tesla: Gasp, did you say we could take apart the control thingie! I have just the thing to do that! {He laughs madly, and goes over to another part of the lab, then comes back pushing a large device out of the lab and into a large empty room, save for a control console, natch. The device Tesla's pushing appears to be his latest version of the death ray, greatly resembling the one seen in "Better Living Through Science" He turns on the ray as the Histeria cast comes in} Tesla: All right, you lowly piece of machinery, prepare to be the second thing to be threatened to be disintegrated by my death ray, but the first to actually be disintegrated! Harry: Um, this isn't wise, he fires that and the whole thing is blown to pieces with no remains, and we need those remains. Sammy: There's no cause for alarm. W.O.W: What makes you think that? Sammy: Just watch.{We now see his point: Big Fat Baby is right near the death ray as Tesla is preparing it to fire. BFB presses a large green button like the one seen in "Better Living Through Science" And just like in that episode, the ray turns around and is about to fire at Tesla} Tesla: Uh oh, to quote the great Yogi Berra, it's deja vu all over...{he's cut off as the ray fires and there is an explosion. Tesla is now dazed and charred}...again!{He passes out} W.O.W: I see your point now. Sammy: Ha, is it any wonder why I love this kid?{He pats BFB on the head} Harry: Apparently our views on him differ greatly, but I won't argue the point. Let's get to work building this, and I suggest we start before Mr Tesla wakes up. {Time passes. Now it is early morning and the sun is barely up. At the deserted area, Miss Info is still carrying Loud while walking, but just then he begins to wake up. He notices the sunlight and begins to panic} Loud: AHH!! IT'S MORNING, HOW LONG WAS I OUT?! Miss Info: It's 6 AM, you've been asleep for 5 hours.{Puts him down} Loud: And you didn't even try to wake me, you let me sleep and you....carried me the whole time? Miss Info: That's right, you looked so peaceful and I figured if anyone deserved to be sleeping soundly after all that happened yesterday, it's you. Loud: Well...thanks. And that was a very sound sleep and I have new energy to continue on against whatever may happen, thanks a lot, hey I owe you one. Miss Info: You already have, by just being your kind self.{She smiles widely at him, and soon enough Loud smiles too. She then begins to laugh} Loud: What's so funny? Miss Info: Something's, ha ha, tickling me.{She looks behind her arm}AAAAHHHH!!!!! Loud: What is it?? Miss Info: Spi, SPIDER!!!! {We now see a spider come onto her shoulder. Loud grabs a fly swatter from his backpack and uses it to get it off her} Miss Info:{Scared}What in the world is a spider doing here?! I thought there wasn't any life in this{trails off} uh oh. Loud: GENE! {Now another trap door opens nearby, and now in the dark of it we see a large number of eyes. The owners of those eyes come out....and they belong to an entire army of spiders, between 40-50 of them. They begin to surround Miss Info and she desperately tries to get away running as fast as possible. Loud now hears a ringing nearby. With a frown, he picks up the source, the cell phone, and answers it} Gene: Well good morning Loud, here's your wake up call. Since I forgot to buy a rooster, I figured spiders would be the next best thing to start the day off, I've always been fond of spiders. Loud: WHAT GENETIC ENHANCEMENT DID YOU ADD TO THESE LATEST CREATIONS, GENE?! Gene: Watch.{Nearby, Miss Info tries to get numerous spiders off her. One spider stands back, breathes in, and then blows a sort of white air on Miss Info's hand. Now her hand is covered by some sort of white substance} Loud: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT?! Gene: Spider silk, my boy, these things breathe it. I figured that you must still be tired, so I'll give you a chance to get a good day's sleep by first putting you in a "blanket" Loud: WHAT?!{Begins to realize}OH MY GAWDS, YOU'RE TRYING TO IMMOBILIZE US BY COVERING US IN SPIDER SILK!! Gene: Correct, and here's a living example.{We now see that the silk has covered most of Miss Info's body except for her head, and she's now helplessly on the ground. Before Loud can do anything, the spiders finish her off by breathing silk all over her face, but we don't actually see it happen, that's probably Lydia's doing. Anyway, the end result is that Miss Info is now completely covered in silk, the shape resembles a cocoon} Loud: NO!!! Gene: YES!!! Now you shall join her.{He goes over to Miss Info to try to rip the silk off, but the army of spiders blocks his path and they breathe the silk on him, however the silk mainly only gets on his shirt. Still, he looks quite angry and then tries to stomp on one spider, but by the time his foot gets on the ground, the spider's 15 feet away} Gene: Oh, and did I forget to mention that those spiders are super fast? Bad Gene, bad. Loud: YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!! Gene: Strong words from someone about to be trapped in spider silk. I told you your luck was soon to run out. {He hangs up. Now Loud begins to run from the spiders. Some climb on to him and are able to get some silk on him, but not too much. One spider stands back and breathes silk around his legs, tying them together. He then falls down and his left hand lands on one spider} Loud:{Grabbing and feeling the spider}Hey, this one feels almost...metal. HEY, THIS SPIDER'S MECHANICAL! {Before he can elaborate on that, the spiders surround him. Loud narrowly is able to get the silk off his legs and run, but the spiders still spray quite a bit of silk on his shirt and the back of his head. He runs with the mechanical spider still in hand} Loud:{Thinking to himself}Gene must have built this spider to watch the battle here. There must be some way to use it to my advantage.{The spiders advance and breathe more silk on him}And I'd better think of something fast! {Spiders now climb on Loud's shoulders. He tries to swat them, but they are way too fast for him. The remaining spiders form a circle near him. He tries to stomp them, but they escape again and come back in no time} Loud: NO, I CAN'T LET IT END LIKE THIS! THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING TO....{looks at his backpack which is conveniently still on his back}YES! {He narrowly gets away from the spiders but they still get some silk on him, now there is some on his shirt, hair, and his arms. Nevertheless, he pulls out a small white ball from his backpack} Loud: First, there's the matter of severing ties to the omnipotent mad doctor.{He notices a small screen on the spider's head, and we see Gene looking at Loud through that screen on the console. Just then the screen goes black} Gene: Blast! I don't know what that kid is planning but he'll never escape my trained army of spiders! If I could call a casino in Vegas I'd wager a million dollars on that! {Back at the area, Loud hooks some wires on the spider to the ball while avoiding the other spiders} Loud: If I ever see Mr Smarty-pants again, I'll have to thank him for packing this speed reversal ball. It was designed to take away any animal's super speed and he was right in saying that we may need it if any creations of Gene's have that speed. This should do it. {But just then every single one of the spiders climb onto Loud's back and he falls. The spiders begin their work of covering him in silk, and in a matter of moments have most of Loud's body covered, except for his head and arms. Just as Loud's left arm is covered, he presses a button on the top of the ball. A forcefield surrounds the spiders now, and then a bright light beams down on them from it. To make a long story short, in a matter of moments the spiders emerge from the experience staggering and not looking well. Loud then frees his arms from the silk, makes a fist, and squishes one spider before it can get away} Loud:{Now completely free from the silk}YES! MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE LEFT THAT SCREEN ON THE SPIDER INTACT SO GENE COULD SEE ME DO THIS! {He goes over and stomps a spider, then before we see him stomp more, we cut back to Lydia} Lydia: Hello, it's me again, Lydia Karaoke, network censor. At the risk of provoking Ms Squirrel, I must not allow that scene with Loud stomping the spiders to continue, we at the network do not condone showing people killing small creatures, no matter how evil and deadly they are. We shall just wait until he is finished.{She checks her watch} And....now! Thank you. {Cut to Slappy watching this on her TV} Slappy: Well, alright, I supposed she deserved a little break for that one. But like a certain Mr Arnold once said, {doing a bad Arnold impression}I'll be back! Skippy:{Reacting to her aunt's bad voice}Spew! {Back to the story, we see Gene pushing a few buttons on the console} Gene: There, that should put the monitor on the spider back on line.{The screen from earlier comes back and we see that all of the spiders are dead}AAAHHH!!!!! It's a good thing I didn't bet that million dollars, where is...{We see Loud near Miss Info's cocoon, getting the silk off of her.}NNNOOOO!!!! {At the area, Loud finishes getting the silk off Miss Info. She then groggily gets up} Miss Info: What, what happened? Loud: Gene's latest trap got slowed up. You're alright, right? Miss Info: I'll be better when that tyrant at Long Beach is defeated once and for all. Loud: You're right, there's no telling how far he'll go now, we'd better hurry. {Cut now to Sally and Jim's house as they weakly go into the living room with the TV still on} Jim:{Tired}I did not get one wink of sleep last night. Sally: Why are you telling me this, I already know, and I'm sure we're not the only ones. {Still another clip of Loud yelling is heard on the TV, making the two jump with fear} Jim: THAT'S IT!! I can't take it anymore, dear I hope we have enough money to buy a new TV, cause we won't be using this one anymore!{He goes over to his garage, gets an ax, and goes to the TV. He swings the ax at the TV, but instead of hitting the TV, it hits a now visible green shield that seems to be protecting the TV} Sally: Where did that green thing come from? Jim: That guy who's running this whole thing must have put it there. If I see his face, and we all will at 4 today, I'm going to knock his block off! Sally: And how will you do that since he would be on the TV and you'd have no idea where he lives? Jim: Drat, I hadn't thought of that. Oh the things this thing has done to my sanity! Sally: You're not the only one, I can tell. {Fade back to the meeting room where the cast is standing around a half completed control console. Mr Smarty-pants is working nearby with a few tools in one hand and the cell phone in the other} Harry: Okay, now is the left modifier hooked up correctly to the other wires? Smarty-pants: Um, yep, it's up and running. Harry: Good, because according to Mr Tesla if it wasn't, it'd be all "wobble wobble" By the way, where is he, I thought he'd be helping on this. Father Time: Well, let's just say he's a bit sore for what happened to his death ray.{We hear Tesla ranting and raving in another room}A _real_ bit sore. Harry: In any case, I hope this works. We only have 7 and a half hours left. Nostradamus: I wouldn't worry about it, Mr Harry, according to our calculations this control thingie should be done by about 1:30. And besides, I prediciated that this thing would work perfectly, so therefore it would have to work! Pepper: How can we be sure of that, you're not right _all_ the time. Chit: Yeah, remember those incidents with the Wheel of History? Nostradamus: Grr, that was completely the fault of that malfunctioning wheelie thingie there, so shut up! Harry: Ahem, don't we have better things to do than argue, like finish the device? Sammy: Well sorry for us trying to keep a sense of humor during this thing. Harry: Sigh, I'm sorry, it's just that I don't want Gene to succeed in this. W.O.W: I thought Gene was your friend. Harry: He was, but now he's crossed the line. Besides, I'll never understand how we managed to form a friendship, we're almost complete opposites. Froggo: What do you mean, you are both intelligent scientists. Harry: But we have different personalities. He's always so determined and busy, he does have a sense of humor of course but I've rarely seen it. I wouldn't call him a workaholic, but I don't think he ever had much time to enjoy himself. Aka: And what about you? Harry: Well I too am busy and determined, but I'm also someone who knows that a life without really living and instead just doing your job and nothing more is a life not worth living at all. I always enjoy having fun, I watch cartoons of course, and I'm pretty laid back. Well, now at least when this is over you won't be able to complain that you didn't really get to know me. Charity: Do you think Gene's inability to enjoy life like you do helped in why he hates Loud and Miss Info so much? Harry: I have no idea, but I hope if we ever find out it'll be after he's defeated. Now let's ensure that that happens by finishing the console. {We now go back to the deserted area. Another caption reads that it's 10:00 AM. Loud and Miss Info are still walking, though Miss Info looks now a bit glum. Loud notices this} Loud: Hey, why do you look so unhappy? Miss Info: I'm fine, I've just been thinking. Loud: About what? Miss Info: Everything. What if this is all a wild goose chase and we're really going nowhere? What if our luck does run out if Gene sends out another trap? And even if we do stop him, we'll still have made a lot of enemies from the first 18 hours of this marathon. This whole situation just feels...hopeless, and I'm feeling a bit blue thinking about it. Loud: Oh dear. Well, we are in quite a bit of a pickle, but you can't give up hope. Not even in a situation this bad. Miss Info: I know, but it's hard. Loud: Well, there's only one thing to do to get you out of these blues. Miss Info: What? Loud: Just think about all the things that make you happy, and keep thinking about them until the bad thoughts go away. Miss Info: Are you leading up to a song parody of that things that make you happy song in "The Sound of Music"? Loud: No, we already did that with Stalin. Go ahead, think happy thoughts. Miss Info: Okay, I'm thinking.......hey, that does make me feel a bit better. Now it's making me feel more than a bit better, thanks! Loud: Absolutely no problem. Miss Info: You know, it's fitting that you came up with that idea, say I'll bet that advice is the reason why you smile all the time! Loud: That's right, it's always better to think of happy things than depressing things, and in a crisis like this, you certainly need to keep your hopes up. Miss Info: How true. You know I'm quite surprised I didn't come to my conclusions about you long ago. It seems that whenever you're not yelling, you're almost always smiling, and anyone who can be so cheerful all the time can't be that bad. Unless that someone's doing it because they're too stupid to do otherwise. Loud: Hey, I hope you're not describing yourself there, you don't smile _all_ the time. Miss Info: I know, and I know you wouldn't let me think that about myself without trying to make me feel better. Loud: Darn right. Miss Info: Well that's it, I know that you're nervous about the others possible accusations about you if you show them this side of you, but I'm not going to stand by and be the only one to know what kind of person you really are. If we live through this, I would like for you to fix that by showing them. Loud: You're right, if we live through this I do want to apologize for all of this by doing so, but what if they.. Miss Info:{Interrupting}Say bad things about it? Don't worry, I'll defend you and keep doing so until they finally realize that you mean it. Loud: This is getting way too dramatic and serious, should we really be discussing this? Miss Info: All right, but I just want to say one more thing. I don't know why it seems that someone's good side always shows up during a crisis, but Loud, I'm certainly happy that you decided to show yours for this. Loud: I was just about to say the same thing about you. As I said, you're the first person to ever say those kind of words about me, and you've helped so much during this, I'll have plenty to say about that when we get back. Miss Info:{Smiling}Thanks, but you said earlier that getting sentimental would get Gene angry, right? Maybe we should go before we get him angrier. Loud: I'll certainly agree to that. {Cut now to Gene watching this on one of the console's screens} Gene: Bah! Enough staged sentimentality!{He turns the screen off}I might as well see how the other Histerians are doing right now. {Outside of the KWB shows building, we now see walking binoculars coming out of a manhole. Through it's P.O.V., we see it looking at the building, then with a kind of X-Ray vision, is able to see the meeting room and the cast working on their console. Gene sees this on another screen} Sammy:{To Tesla}Do you think this thing will really take back control of TV, Nicky? Tesla: If the tools are placed just right, it should work perfectly. And can I ask you something? Stop calling me Nicky! {If Gene is angered at this new knowledge, he doesn't show it. For the first time he gets out of his chair. He goes over to a door behind him, opens it, and goes downstairs to another floor with many strange and advanced devices. He goes over to a steel door and opens it. All we see behind it is pitch dark, but he pushes another button and we now see 8 pairs of large red eyes. He presses one more button and a hole opens on the roof} Gene: Fly, my not so pretty pretties. Fly! {He pulls out a remote labeled "Cloaking Device" and pushes the button on it in the eyes direction, now we don't see any eyes anymore. We do hear the sounds of something metal flying off, an ominous sound.} {Cut back now to the area, with another caption reading that it's 12:20 PM. A ringing sound is heard and Loud pulls out the cell phone} Miss Info: I'll take this call.{Loud gives her the phone} Loud: Be prepared, he's probably set up another trap. Miss Info: Hello Gene. Gene: Hello Miss Info, I just wanted to let you know that there will be no more traps for the rest of your journey, I think I've distracted you long enough. Loud: THAT'S THE FIRST GOOD NEWS WE'VE EVER HEARD FROM YOU. Gene: But that doesn't mean I haven't set up traps anywhere else. Miss Info: What does that mean? Gene: Well since there's nothing you can do about it, I'll tell you. I've sent an army of, shall we say, special devices to take care of your friends back in Burbank, if you know what I mean. Miss Info: What?! Why?! Gene: They're trying to spoil my plans by building a counter device to my own, so I have to stop them, I didn't come this close to be stopped now. Loud: DON'T YOU DARE HURT THEM!! Gene: I don't intend to hurt them at all, I just want to destroy their device before they ruin my plans. But if I have to hurt them to do that, well, that doesn't bother me one way or the other. Miss Info: How can you be so cruel? Gene: How?! Because of you two, that's why. You drove me to the breaking point and made me to be this way, it's your fault, it's your fault for everything. Loud: OKAY, THAT'S IT!! I WANT ANSWERS!! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE AGAINST US, IT CAN'T JUST BE BECAUSE WE'RE ANNOYING, WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU??!! WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU EXISTED TILL TODAY! WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU?!!!!! {Gene reels from the sound} Gene: Maybe I'll tell you if you turn down the volume, boy! Very well, I'll tell you. I don't want to tell you just before my plans unfold and be like those Bond and Bond like villains who always talk before doing their duty. {Dissolve in flashback mode back to the Science building at Long Beach} Gene:{V.O}As you probably know, I worked for a science organization in Long Beach. In early February of this year, I planned to develop a potion. It was an appearance changing potion. Since people everywhere are obsessed with looking good, I decided to step in and stop them from emptying their wallets to do so. When people drink it, it would travel through the brain waves and find out what the drinker wants to really look like. Then, instantly or in a day or two, it would change his or her appearance to exactly the look that he or she always wanted. It would have changed millions of people's lives. Loud: BUT IT DIDN'T APPARENTLY. HOW DID WE FIT IN? Gene: That started on February 6'th, the day before I was to present my potion to every important government official in Long Beach, including the mayor. I hadn't yet finished it, I wanted to make working calculations before I made the potion itself, and it wasn't going well. It would get worse. {Cut back to the Science building at night. A car comes up and Gene gets out} Gene: Ah, it's almost 7. I still have about 2 hours to finish my calculations and then complete the formula for its presentation tomorrow. I would have taken my stuff home with me, but I have lots of important equipment that I can't take the chance of damaging by carrying it home or in a bag. Let's hope that statement turns out to be pointless. {Gene comes in his office and notices the TV is on} Gene:{Noticing the TV}Hey, why's the TV on?{He now sees the on off button on the TV is gone}Wait a minute, the on off button's gone! Gasp! And so's the volume control and channel changer! So without those three buttons, this TV will remain on to this channel with no way of turning the volume down or changing the channel! And this TV just had to be on of our new ones without a plug! It would be bad if I didn't have a remote control. {He sees the remote is gone too} Gene: Now it is bad! Wait a minute, why am I worrying? At least Histeria's not on, and as long as it's not, it shouldn't distract me from my job. Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, our regularly seen WB programming won't be seen tonight so we can bring you from 7 to 8 a 1 hour Histeria marathon! Gene: Then again.{He screams.} Miss Info: Wait a minute, I remember that day, that was when Sammy tried to get everyone fired up for our sweeps episodes by showing previous ones for a hour. However it was only carried in local areas. Gene: Thanks for that pointless statement, dunce. Let me get back to the story. I tried to get to work, but your utter annoyance bothered me so. {Back at Gene's office, we now see that the volume on the TV is full blast. Gene notices this now and just then, we see the Renaissance Man sketch of the Renaissance episode beginning, starting with Loud yelling in DaVinci's ear} Gene: OW!! My ears! What's going on? Now it's on full blast and the remote's nowhere to be found, what could be{he's interrupted by Loud yelling again}worse? Now how will I get work done? I can't break the TV since I stand to lose lots of money on a fine, I can't carry my equipment home or I know I'll break something important, and there's no one else in this building to help me! I'll just have to bear I guess, it's the price of genius. {Now cut to later in the episode with the sketch on nude paintings. We now hear the part where Miss Info states that a fresca is a Renaissance soda pop} Gene:{Growling at hearing this part}This was very distracting before, now at high volume and while I'm trying to get something big finished, it's even worse!! I can barely concentrate!{Pause}Yes! At last, I think we've got something, calculations that can work! All I need to do is write them down to double check them, and if it's accurate, all systems are go for the actual making of the potion! {Cut now to the next episode which is the Civil War: Part 1. The sketch airing is the sketch parodying Seinfeld with Lincoln, Pinkerton and George McCellhan} Gene:{Growling}I'm this close to finishing my blueprints for making the formula, now this! I never liked Seinfeld and a parody of it doesn't help me! I'm this close to a breakthrough and I've barely been able to keep my temper over this show!! What's next?!{He sees that the Abe-Feld sketch is over and then he realizes what's next}No, no, not that! Anything but that!!! Not the Gettysburg address sketch, NO!!!! WHERE'S THAT REMOTE???!!!! {Gene looks all over for the remote. He looks in an empty mouse hole and pulls it out, looking happy, but then sees all the buttons are gone. He screams} Gene: The remote is ruined, I can't change the channel or turn down the volume, I'm doomed!! {Now we see why, the sketch is the Gettysburg address sketch with Loud yelling at Lincoln. Gene does his best to get his work done, but the look on his face gets angrier every time Loud yells, and his eyes are twitching} Gene: I. Can't. Take this anymore!!!!{He sobs}I can't get this done, I just can't concentrate, he's so annoying. That's it. $3,000 fine or no $3,000 fine, this TV's history!! {He goes near the TV. We see on there the near end of the sketch with Loud yelling "HEY ABE!!!!" Unfortunately Gene's so close to the TV he nearly gets blown away by the sound. This is all he can take, as Gene smashes the TV to tiny pieces} Gene: Thank goodness, now to conclude the writing.{He looks at his paper and gasps}Oh no, that sketch was so distracting, I can't remember the last part of the formula! Now I don't know if the currentficiant value should be sined or cosined!{Refer to the PaTB short "That Smarts" to understand what it means}If I pick the wrong one, something bad will happen. Arrgh, I have to _guess_ which one! Um, um, cosined, yeah that should be it! Now, to make the potion. Gene:{Back in the present}The next day I presented my formula to the governmental big wigs, and disaster struck. {Dissolve while he's talking to a large room. Two rows of seats are at the left and right of the room, with obvious government officials sitting in them. Gene is standing in the middle of the room. One of the officials walks over toward him} Man: Order! This presentation will now come to order. Dr Gene Burrows, on behalf of I, the Mayor of Long Beach you may start your demonstration. Gene: Thanks. Ladies and gentleman, members of our government, today you will be witnesses to the debut of a life changing product! There are millions of people in the world who will do anything to look good, but all they'll need to do is buy this.{He holds up the cup}After drinking this, all someone needs to do is think really hard of an image of what they want to look like, and it will read their mind and instantly turn them into that image! To show you what I mean, I've brought a volunteer here with me to show you. {Ralph the guard walks into the room near Gene} Gene: This is a obese guard at the Warner Brothers lot. When he drinks out of this cup, he will turn into this! {He holds up a picture of a much thinner Ralph}All he has to do is concentrate on this image, and he will be turned into it!{To Ralph, whispering}Okay, I know you're not good at thinking, but you have to think hard about this image of you, and the drink will make you look exactly like it. Ralph: Dah, I don't want to look like that, what will my Squeezies say? Gene:{Low}Do it, or you won't get a Twinkle Bun as payment for this. Ralph: Okay! {He takes the cup, thinks hard, at least for him, at the drawing, and drinks the potion. A few seconds later, he hiccups. Then he goes through the usual series of wild takes. Gene looks happy, anticipating that the change will happen....but then he suddenly inflates like a balloon and is fatter. He then gets fatter still, and fatter still. The audience begins to panic. And so does Gene for that matter} Gene: NO!! What's going on, why is this not working?!{Realizes}Oh no, the currentficiant value should have been sined! Now that's it cosined, the direct opposite of what I expected is happening, it's making him fatter instead of thinner! Mayor: Thanks for sharing that, now maybe you have something to fix this!! Gene: Hold on, I'll be right back. {Dissolve to an hour later. Ralph's now so big he's filled up the entire room. The government people are outside near the door, which may be about to burst. Gene then runs into view} Gene: There, now this sined potion should bring him back to normal. Everyone: DON'T TALK, JUST GO!!{Gene opens the door and climbs Ralph all the way to his large head} Ralph: Hi there Mr Burrows! Gosh what a view up here! Gene: Shut up and drink this. And please think hard of what you looked like before this happened so I can have some dignity left, pretty please? Ralph: Dah, okay!{He gently takes the cup and tosses the whole thing in his large mouth. After a few seconds, he hiccups, and instantly turns back into his old self. But Gene and him are above ground now, and they fall.} Ralph: That was fun! Can I have my Twinkle Bun now? Gene: Here, take your stupid donut and get out of my sight!{He gives him a donut and he walks away} Ralph:{While walking}Dah, a Twinkle Bun, is a Twinkle Bun, is a Twinkle Bun. Mayor:{To Gene}I suggest you follow your own order and leave, you have embarrassed and humiliated us all today! Gene: I swear, this wasn't supposed to happen, let me explain! Mayor: No explanation in the world could make up for what we've suffered today! We feared for our lives because of you! Get out of here!! {Back in the present} Gene: And then guess what happened? I was then fired from the Science organization! My formula failed, my job was lost, and my life was ruined all because of you!! Does that answer your questions why I'm doing this?! Loud: WAIT A MINUTE, FROM WHAT YOU SAID, MY YELLING SEEMED TO BE THE THING THAT DISTRACTED YOU, SO WHY WAS MISS INFO INVOLVED IN THIS?! Gene: She's equally as annoying as you, that's why! I didn't want to stand by and let her go unpunished for her role in this! But to this day, I still haven't found out why that TV was on the fritz. Miss Info:{To Loud}Wait a minute, those events with the TV perfectly fits in to that story with those mice in the sewer. Loud: You're right, it was those mice that made the TV like that and caused all this!{On the phone}Listen Gene, you may get a laugh out of this, you know that TV, two of your genetically altered mice caused all that to happen, why don't you blame them? Gene: I don't care!! Mice or no mice, it's still your fault! It wasn't the mice that yelled in my ear and caused me to forget the last part of my formula, it was you two!! Since then for 8 months I've been spending every moment building all these devices and traps, and I'm not going to let that effort be for naught! You ruined my life!! Now I'm going to destroy yours!! You are going to suffer for this, do you understand me?{Pause}I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!!!!! Miss Info: We understand, but you're still going to lose. Gene: Well, strong words from two people who are in a deserted area while in a matter of minutes, my devices are going to destroy your last hope. Maybe I will harm your friends a little, but there's a good chance you won't be around to find out if I did.{He hangs up. Loud and Miss Info look at each other nervously, then move out faster than they came} {Cut now to the outside of the KWB show building. We hear something metal land on the ground, though we see nothing. We now see the P.O.V. of some sort of robot, since the view is red and there are numbers and calculations seen everywhere. Whatever it is, it walks up to the front door} {Cut to inside as the secretary from earlier is reading a book at her desk. Suddenly, a hole is punched through the front door and it is thrown away, from what we can't see. All we hear is something metal walking, and whatever it is is now heard walking up the stairs next to the escalator. The secretary doesn't look one bit shocked} Secretary: Hmm, when you work at a building with crazy cartoon characters in it, you learn to get used to anything.{She goes back to reading her book.} {At the meeting room, the console is now entirely finished.} Harry: Well, from what you've told me, it looks like we're in good shape. Cho-Cho: So all we need to do is press a few buttons and Gene's plans will be foiled? That sounds easy. Lucky Bob: You are correct sir. Harry: Yes, but I think we should be careful, just in case. In a day like this anything can happen. Sammy: Don't be so doubtful, we did a great job here, let's not spoil it by being depressing. {Fade to the Histeria hallway. The metal sounds are heard. We see two separate pictures of Loud and Miss Info, and just then something punches through them both and destroys them. As we see the destroyed pictures, we also see a bright green light nearby. Then the lights in the hall are turned off} Father Time:{Hearing the noise}Hey, what was that? Chit: That's probably the remains of another Pokemon match, I never could understand why the WB's so fond of that show. {Just then, behind the cast, the door is slightly opened. In a chilling moment, a pointed mechanical arm comes out and lightly turns off the nearby light switch. Now it is pitch dark} W.O.W: Hey, what's, what's going on? Aka: Okay, now this is reason to be worried. {The door opens and we hear those metal sounds again. The cast looks terrified as they don't know what's going on} Sammy: This is highly unnatural. Harry: What's going on? Sammy: If I knew, I'd tell you, but I don't. Something's in here though.{Just then, the light is turned back on. Sammy now finds himself face to face with two large red eyes}AAAHHH! {We now finally see what these things are: they are mechanical spiders. They're not that tall, about 5-6 feet, but are still very imposing} Sammy:{Scared}Okay, now I know. Harry, there are robot spiders in here. Harry: Gasp! Spider bots! Gene was talking about building those before I went on vacation. He always liked spiders. Sammy: Oh. Now you tell us! {The cast runs away from the spider bots. But the bots make no effort to chase them. Instead they come near the console} Tesla: This is unusual, why aren't they trying to kill us? And for that matter, why didn't I think of building something like those spiders? Harry: Oh my, they don't want to get you, Gene must have sent them to destroy the console! Toast: Cha, that was fairly obvious. Harry: We've got to get them away from there, there's only one thing to do. We have to get them to chase you. Aka: Um, wouldn't that almost be suicide? Harry: There's no other way! Father Time: But how do we set them off? Sammy: I think I have an idea.{To Tesla}And you my eccentric friend will provide the carrying out of it. All you need to do is{whispers in Tesla's ear} Tesla: You can't be serious. Sammy: Normally I'm not, but today would hardly be considered normal. {Tesla goes over to the console. One spider bot raises it's arm/tentacle and stomps a part of the control panel. Tesla kicks it, runs, and the bot goes after him. He only stops when they're safely away from the console. The bot comes near him} Tesla: Hello. I'm..shudder...Christopher Walken. {After a one second pause, the bot explodes} Sammy: Ha, what'd I tell you? That bot thought that he was Walken, and it got so scared that it exploded! {The other bots break away from the console and come near the cast} Froggo: Well, you succeeded in getting them away from there, now what? Sammy: There's only one thing to do. Run away! {They do that. But one bot stays behind and goes back near the console. Charity notices this and follows it. The bot is about to destroy another part of the control panel, but before it's leg comes down, Charity stands right in the way. It stops just before it hits her} Charity: Dr Burrows, I know you can hear and see this via this robot, and you should know that I'm not moving away from here, since I know you can't destroy this if I keep standing in the way, and you can't bring yourself to kill a little kid, or at least one who you don't hold a grudge with. {Cut to Gene who's watching this} Gene: Drat, she's right! Well, let's see if she's someone of her word. {The bot's leg moves to the right, but Charity gets there before the leg comes down. It then try to strike at the side of the console, but she gets there again. Finally the leg shoves her away and before she gets back, it goes through the steel wall. Desperately, Charity notices a part of a leg of the previous bot. She grabs it, runs towards the bot, and drives the leg through it's stomach. It staggers and falls to the floor} Charity: Hmm, if I could think of a dramatic catch line to say like they do in movies, I'd say it, but since I can't, I'll go help the others. {At another part of the room, Nostradamus opens a door labeled "Props" picks up something we can't see, and goes up to a bot holding something behind his back. The bot tries to hit him with it's leg} Nostradamus: Hold on there, Mr Spider Bot, before you try to hurt me you should first let me read your future.{The bot swings at him again}Well too bad, I am reading it away! Okay, I prediciate that you are...going to be hit with a great big mallet! {The bot swings again, then Nostradamus pulls out a fairly large mallet from his back, swings it and hits the bot's head. It's head is now nearly decapitated, and the bot itself falls down} Nostradamus: I was right! That was a pretty silly way to defeat that thing, but I'll take it. {Nearby, a bot closes in on Sammy. He is now behind a pile of remains of another bot. Noticing this, he picks up one of it's pointed legs} Sammy: All right Mr bot, let's leg fight. {Sammy swings at it, but the bot's front right leg blocks Sammy's. They duel for a few moments, but the bot clearly has the upper hand and Sammy can barely lift the giant leg} Sammy: Phew, now that I think of it, what am I doing? I'm no fighter.{The bot knocks Sammy's robot leg away, then knocks him down on the floor}Case in point. {But just then, BFB jumps onto the bot's head. He farts and the bot nearly staggers from it. But it pushes him away and moves ominously towards him. Sammy notices this and begins to get very angry} BFB: Uh oh. Sammy: You get away from that baby this instant, you cold piece of machinery! {The bot mockingly comes closer to him. An enraged Sammy picks the metal leg back up, swings at the bot, but the bot blocks it with its leg again. But Sammy pushes the leg away for a moment and drives the leg through it's neck. He grabs BFB and runs away just as the bot explodes} {In another part of the room, a bot is chasing Aka and Pepper and is barely behind them} Pepper: Ahhhh! How do we get away from this thing? Aka: The same way the other bots were destroyed. You'll need to provide a distraction though. Pepper: I can do that very easily. {Aka runs off and Pepper turns to face the bot} Pepper: AHAHAHA!!! IT'S YOU! IT'S REALLY YOU! OH, CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH!?!?! PLEASE!?!?! {She holds out her autograph book, but the bot, instead of signing it, steps on it leaving a huge hole} Pepper: Hey, you're not the mechanical spider from "Wild Wild West"!{The bot quickly corners her at a wall}Guess that means you'll have to explode now.{The bot's leg comes right at her but she dives and it hits the wall}Unfortunately I don't have the tools to do that. But they do. {Before the bot can hit her again, Aka and Charity come into view holding another severed metal leg, and drive it through the bot. On the other side, Froggo and Toast come nearby holding another leg, but they instead throw it and it comes down, hitting the bot behind the head, causing it to fall down and then blow up} {Back at the control console, a bot tries to cause more damage, but before it does, Chit comes into view} Chit: Hello there, Mr bot. Before you destroy this console, why not first do it with fabulous breath! Although you probably don't have breath, it still wouldn't hurt to try this state of the art toothpaste. {He pulls out a perfume bottle and sprays toothpaste into the bot's open mouth. Then the bot begins to stagger} Chit:{Staging surprise}Oops, my mistake, turns out that toothpaste was designed to deactivate all your systems and wires once put into your mouth. I'll have to talk to my manufacturer about this.{Glares at Smarty-pants} Smarty-pants:{Mocking remorse}Oops, heh heh.{The bot falls down to the floor, deactivated} {Back nearby, the rest of the cast groups together} Father Time: Is that all of them? W.O.W: Yes, unless you count those two over there.{We see the last two bots surrounding the console} Toast: Dude, we've got to get them away from there! Tesla: And how will we do that with no more of those big arms left? Harry: There's only one option left then. You'll have to jump on them and get them with the smaller pieces. Sammy: Sounds very suicidal, but we really don't have any more options. {Each of the Histerians run over and get one small piece of the deactivated bots, and then run over to the console where the bots are wreaking everything. Half of the cast jumps on one bot, the rest on the other, and try to drive their pieces through. But it doesn't have much luck} Nostradamus: Wait a minute, stop please. This doesn't seem to be working, so shouldn't we be aiming at these thingies' weak spots? Smarty-pants: And where would that be, pray tell? Nostradamus: I've got it! Aim for their heads, when I hit that one with the big mallet it nearly took its really scary head off, so.. Sammy: Enough talking, let's just do it! {Everyone aims their pieces and drive them through the head of the bot they are on. They then get off and we see the bots are staggering and about to fall. At that moment however, the bots put their legs on the control panel and make a big hole, then they fall through that hole and land flat on their face. This added impact makes the already damaged heads explode, and their fire from that soon makes the entire console explode, with the remains barely missing the others} Harry:{Shaken}The console, is it destroyed? Tesla: Yes Mr Norman, it's gone to console heaven. I'm sure it'll fit right in with the destroyed models of my death ray though. Harry: Is there anything left? Charity: Except for the remains, no, it's all gone. Lucky Bob:{Worried}Absolutely. Harry: Then there's no way we can stop the marathon on time. It's up to Loud and Miss Info now. {Everyone looks depressed} Sammy: Okay see, okay one time Randy Beaman heard a knock on his door on Halloween and saw someone dressed like Freddy Krueger and he thought it was really him, but his Mom told him it was just a grown man dressed like him but she was wrong it really was Freddy Krueger. {Everyone looks at him confused} Aka: What was _that_ for? Sammy: Well excuse me for trying to lighten up the mood. |
