SERVO: And have you noticed how our door sequence is in roman
numerals this season?
CROW: Shh, we're starting!
MIKE: Hello, everyone. We decided since roman numerals are used so
abundantly in today's fanfic, we should do a tribute to the Roman
Empire.
GYPSY: So we're going to present to you, our reader...
ALL: The Satellite of Love's Rockin' Roman Review!
[Piano beat starts up. All characters scramble off the set. Mike
walks back in after a bit. Behind him the 'Bots pretend to toil
over plantation fields.]
MIKE[singing]: Oh, I'm a wealthy Roman,
I'm perfect to the tee.
I've got power, I've got slaves
As you can plainly see.
I have no worries and no shame,
I'm happy as a bee.
There's just one man named Ceaser,
Preciding over me!
[All exit. Servo comes back in carrying a worn sack over his
shoulder. Occasionaly Mike or the other 'Bots will enter and push past
him.]
SERVO[singing]: I'm but a lonely beggar,
Wandering through all these streets.
The only thing that I posess
Are just these large white sheets.
I haven't got a penny,
Lost it all to some mean cheats.
But if you want some thing from me,
I'll trade you these two beets.
[Servo exits. Gypsy enters.]
GYPSY[singing]: Yes, I'm a sweet old Christian.
I'm playing in the games.
I really hope that I will win
Or this'll be real lame.
Those nasty Roman soldiers
Locked me up, gave me the blame.
But you just wait and I'll show them
This lion's really tame!
[Gypsy charges off camera and we hear her getting mauled by a lion.
Crow enters.]
CROW[singing]: I'm Roman Emp'ror Ceaser
With me the buck stopps here.
I force all of my small subjects
To cower down in fear.
I tacked up Christ upon a cross,
And everybody cheered
For me, that guy named Ceaser.
I'm gonna get a beer.
[canned applause. The crew comes out and bows.]
MIKE: Our Rockin' Roman Review, ladies and gentlemen!
[A collumn falls over and lands on Gypsy.]
CROW: Oh, my god! They killed Gypsy!
SERVO: You bastards!
*movie sign*
ALL: MOVIE SIGN!!!
\...VI...V...IV...III...II...o
[M&TB enter the theater]
>Chapter Three
>
>"WHAT!?" CAPTAIN PICKARD SCREAMED.
SERVO: We're out of Viagra?!
>"Over my dead body!"
> "Very well," the voice said. "Choacho!
MIKE: That was the weirdest sneeze I've ever heard.
> Arm forward phasers and disruptors!"
> Captain Pickard turned to Ford and said, "Mr. Ford! Raise
>bounce-off shields!"
SERVO: What, they have the bubble shield from Sonic 3?
> "Fire," the voice said. On the main viewer, a streak of light
>headed toward the CENTERPRISE.
CROW: Oh, no. They're going to save the day in an unbelieveable
fashion again. Yay.
>
> "What was that?!" Georbe shouted after the ship rocked
[Mike does an air guitar]
MIKE: Rockin'!
BOTS: MIKE!
> back and forth.
> "It appears that we are being fired on," Statea said.
SERVO: Clearly he is a highly intelligent robot of the future!
> "Oh, great!"
> Just then, O'Cryin came in carrying another tray with weird
>things on it.
MIKE: That's fine. Don't bother with description. We don't care.
End please.
>"It took some time for Ten-Backward to come up with some android
>food," he said.
>
CROW: And with the punchline delivered the scene rides off into the
sunset, never to be performed again.
> "Shield status!" Captain Pickard screamed after the impact.
> "Shields at forty-one percent, sir!" the Klingfon said.
> "Fire torpegos," shouted the captain.
> "Firing torpegos."
SERVO: Cut! Print! Beautiful take, fellas!
> A bright red dot shot out of teh torpego compartment near
>enginehearing and floated towards the other ship.
MIKE: When you want to hear the engines to know that they're working,
come on down to Enginehearing. We've got the best engines in the
galaxy.
SERVO[fast radio announcer guy]: Patrons subject to liabilities upon
arrival. Our staff is in no way responsible and will deny seing you
if your body becomes disfigured in any way due to radiation seepage.
>Then, it bounced off of a circular dome covering the other ship.
> "Darn," said Captain Pickard. Their shields are better than
>ours!"
CROW: And so's their Shwartz!
SERVO: *That* was a shot in the dark.
> "Last chance!" said the voice.
MIKE: Hey, wait...don't non-descript guys get the ax in Star Trek?
>"Surrender the frog or we will destroy you."
> "Mr. Ford," said Captain Pickard, giving him a wink.
>"Prepare to steam the frog over to the other ship."
SERVO[Rick Moranis]: What are you preparing? You're always preparing!
Just go!
> Ford returned the wink. "Aye, sir."
CROW: Call me kooky, but I don't think that's in character.
> "Good," said the voice. "Fenton! Lower shields!"
MIKE: Blatherin' blatherskite!
> "That's just what I was waiting to hear. Mr. Ford! Fire
>torpegos!"
> "Nooooooo!" shouted the voice.
SERVO[voice]: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Aaaaaaaaauuuggghhh!!!
> Another torpego shot out of the CENTERPRISE toward the ship.
>When the torpego hit the other ship, the ship blew up.
MIKE: Oh. I guess I was right. Never mind.
>
> "Almost ready, chief!" Georbe said.
> "Good," came the chief's reply. "Prepare to steam me into the
>transmorpher control panel.
SERVO: Apparently the "Looking for Blueprints" subplot solved
itself already.
> "Okay," said Georbe. "Transmorphing now."
> The dust appeared, and Georbe said, "You know, chief, there's
>a good chance
CROW[Georbe]: ...that you haven't been dusted for some time.
> that this might not work."
> "What?!" said the chief, and he disappeared.
MIKE: The Amazing Rando and his disappearing sidekick, Chief!
>
>Chapter Four
SERVO: Please say this is the end.
MIKE: It's the last chapter.
CROW: How do you know?
MIKE: Um...I'm in league with the author?
SERVO: Right.
CROW: Suuuure, Nelson.
MIKE: I'll prove it. Hey, buddy, zap these two clowns for me,
would you?
[Why should I?]
MIKE: Um...because they don't believe.
[I'll make them believe.]
CROW and SERVO: We believe.
[They look at each other and run screaming out of the room.]
MIKE: That's not quite the effect I was hoping for.
[Just read the story.]
>
>"CAPTAIN'S LOG SUPPLEMENTAL. WE are now only
MIKE: ...hitting the CAPS LOCK button three times per hour.
> XV light years away from Frygel X, but there's a problem.
MIKE[Pickard]: We're only going IV light years per hour.
>The main transmorpher is broken, thanks to Chief O'Cryin, but he
>thinks he can fix it. Yeah, right.
MIKE: If you can't have confidence in your own transporpher chief,
who can you trust?
>Log entry complete. Captain Jean-Stoop Pickard out."
>
MIKE: Hey, could I get some riffers, please?
[Bill and Ted zap in.]
MIKE: Agh!
BILL: Rockin'!
[Ted does an air guitar.]
MIKE: Nooooooooooooooooooo!
[Bill and Ted disappear. Crow and Servo enter.]
CROW: Heh, heh, that was funny.
SERVO: Hey, Mike, we got control of the author's computer while he
was in the bathroom and we played with the story!
MIKE[still shaken]: Never do that again!
> O'Cryin steamed into the central part of the transmorpher.
>He realized that he was an inch too big, so he couldn't crawl through
>the finger holes in that part of the transmorpher.
CROW: What a stupid plot twist.
> "I'd better get to the secondary compartment," he thought.
> When he arrived there, he looked for the switched wires, but
>they couldn't be found. When he turned around, he saw a sign saying
>THRID COMPARTMENT.
SERVO: Very LOUD third compartment.
MIKE: Wait a second. If the author just told us he arrived in the
secondary compartment. How could he be in the thrid compartment?
CROW: Let's schedule an after-fanfic technobable conference.
>"Oops," he thought. "Wrong compartment."
>***
> "Ah, chief. You're back," said Captain Pickard. Did you find
>the wires?"
> "No, sir.
SERVO: Well, hurry it up! We've only got 3K left!
>I went into the third compartment by mistake. Then as I made my way
>into the main compartment again, I was steamed back here."
MIKE: This proves that annoying, low-ranking Irish people with funny
names are hopeless idiots.
> "I see," he said. "Now what'll we do?"
SERVO: BLAST IT!
MIKE: Servo, that's a running gag spaning half a year. Could you give
it a break?
> "I have an idea, sir," Statea finaly said after 3 pages.
>Why don't we just use the bubble's transmorpher to steam the frog
>down? O'Cryin can fix the main transmorpher later."
CROW: Great. The all-knowing Android came to the rescue, saving
these bumbling idiots from oblivion once again.
SERVO: I don't know how this crew could have survived seven years.
> "Hmm...that's a good idea, Statea."
> Suddenly, there was a beep on the captain's communeicator.
>"What is it, Ford?"
MIKE: And how could he know it was Ford calling?
SERVO: Apparently all the plot holes fall apart in the last chapter.
> "We are approaching Frygel X, sir," the Klingfon said.
> "Good we'll be right up. Come on, everybody. Let's go."
CROW: What, *everyone* is going up to the bridge?
>
> Back in the transmorpher room, O'Cryin opened the door to the
>transmorpher. "Uh-oh!" he thought. "The switching of the wires must
>have shorted out the whole system!" He looked at the melted inards.
SERVO: And he couldn't tell they were melted when he was inside the
thing?
>
> "Prepare to steam the frog down," the captain commanded to
>O'Cryin over the intercom. "And no atom-switching!"
MIKE[O'Cryin]: Awww...but daddy!
> "Yes, sir!" the chief said. He set the controls of the
>bubble's transmorpher for the site the captain had given him.
CROW: 24th Century bubbles are really techy.
> "He's steamed down, sir."
SERVO: Already?
CROW: It's an old theater technique; action through description.
> "Good, Chief. Now, about that transmorpher..."
> "Uh-oh," the chief thought. "Here it comes!"
[Mike stuffs cotton into the 'bots ears, but can't seem to find
them.]
MIKE: Uh, where are your ears?
CROW: Just forget it, Mike. We're not the fragile little tinker toys
we used to be.
> "WHY DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT SCRAMBLING THE TRANSMORPHER?!
>NOW WE HAVE TO BUY A NEW ONE, AND I'M GOING TO TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR
>CHRISTMAS BONUS! Have a nice day. Pickard out."
SERVO: Punchlines: nature's most tapped resource.
[Mike and the 'Bots leave the theater.]
o...II...III...IV...V...VI...\
[SOL]
MIKE: Okay, number one: How can O'Cryin be reduced to ant size?
SERVO: Simple; the transmorpher is magic.
MIKE: Okay, then how can he be looking for the second compartment
when he was heading for the main compartment?
CROW: Because he's a really stupid foreigner.
MIKE: Crow, just because he's Irish doesn't mean he's stupid.
CROW: Of course not. He's just stupid.
MIKE: Alright...number three: Did Georbe and Statea ever find the
blueprints?
'BOTS: You should really just relax!
MIKE: Who didn't see that coming?
[Enterprise] Pearl is in the brig with Bobo and Observer.
PEARL: I can't believe you survived! When I showed it to these
knobs half the crew died and the captain threw us in the brig! Oh,
well. I can see we're not wanted here. Time to leave, White-Out.
OBSERVER: That's it? We just leave?
PEARL: I want to get out of here NOW.
OBSERVER: Yes, ma'am.
[Observer sound]
[VAN] Pearl and co. pop in.
PEARL: Looks like the endless chase is back on. Until next time,
Smellson.
[fade out]
[Mighty Science Theater]
MiSTing and fanfic written by: Jim Whaley
featuring:
Mike Nelson: Michael J. Nelson
Crow: Bill Corbett
Tom Servo: Kevin Murphy
Gypsy: Patrick Brantseg
also featuring:
Pearl Forrester: Mary Jo Pehl
Observer: Bill Corbett
Professor Bobo: Kevin Murphy
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