MiSTed Hurricane's Revenge pt 4 of 4
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MIKE: Well, you can, but it's just better with two people...
BOTS: MIKE?!?
MIKE: What? I was referring to playing tennis...
BOTS: Oh....
> "Spider-man? What are you doing here?"
MIKE: I could ask the author the same question...
TOM: You know, with all the differences between the X-Wars world and
all the comic and TV worlds they "borrow" from, one wonders how the
authors keep track of these stuff...
CROW: Maybe there's a FAQ or something we didn't read...
MIKE: That's probably what Pearl will send us for next week's
experiment.
ALL: D'OH!
> As he draws closer,
MIKE: Is he using pen, marker, or crayon for that?
> Sinister shouts out a warning: "Beware! He
> is one of my Chosen!"
> "But if Hurricane's controlin' the Chosen, then... Aaron! Move!"
> Spider-man webs Jubilee's arms. Image comes from out of nowhere
> and encases Sinister and Tornado in adamantium boxes.
TOM: And just in time for the holidays, nonetheless!
> "You're ours!"
> "Don't bet on it Spidey!" Tornado slams into the side of the box,
only
> to be thrown back.
MIKE: Oh, it was be *rubber* adamantium.
> "Why? Why have you betrayed your principles? And your friends?"
> "It is Hurricane's will. I will take them to him."
> As he turns, Tornado sees a small dot behind his ear.
CROW: It's the nineties, Tornado, guys wear earrings too.
> He picks up
> the boxes,
MIKE: Of cereal?
CROW: Yeah, something full of nuts and real hard to swallow...
> while Image grabs Jubilee.
> Control room...
> Spider-man and Image enter with their prisoners.
> "Good work, both of you."
TOM: Thanks, Mister Unknown Speaker.
> Hurricane and Deathsparkle can't help but smile.
> "Image, give Sinister and Tornado a clear picture of what's going
on,
> won't you?"
> The adamantium boxes become transparent.
> "Excellent. Dear, dear Tornado. It seems that your little attack has
> ended on a sour note. But I won't be a sore winner. I'll even let you
watch
> as Generation NeXt dies at the hands of the Chosen."
CROW: Ugh... but I wanna watch Seinfield!
> A giant viewer activates, allowing all in the room to see the mind
> controlled members of the Chosen surrounding the Gen NeXt citadel.
> Hurricane speaks into the intercom: "Chosen! ATTACK! Kill
anything
> that moves!!"
CROW (Hurricane): Rape the horses! Ride off on the women! Uh... no
wait, that's not right...
TOM (Mexican accent): Would you say I have a *plethora* of
mind-controlled Chosen members?
MIKE (also with accent): Oh, si!
> Chapter 11: Divine Intervention
> As the Chosen begin their attack run, Sinister wonders where Kat
is.
TOM: Taking a break, probably... Get it? Kat? Kit Kat? AHAHA--oh
forget it...
MIKE: Hmm.. you don't think he's referring to that car from Knight
Rider,
do you?
CROW: That was KITT, Mike.
MIKE: Oh yeah....
TOM: Maybe he means that young girl in Casper.
CROW: You mean the one played by Christina Ricci? (Sighs longingly)
Christina Ricci....
MIKE: Crow, since when do you have a thing for Christina Ricci?
CROW: Since Tom's Cult took over, Mike.
MIKE: Ahhh....
> "Strange, Kat is never anywhere without Sam...perhaps I can
> contact her." Sinister tells himself.
MIKE (Hurricane): Uh, oh what was that, Sinister? I could have sworn
I
heard you saying something over there...
CROW: Boy, ain't it great how bad guys can pursue and attempt to kill
you
till the end of time, and yet, when they got you dead to rights,
they'll
always *capture* you first instead of just killing you outright? Darn
considerate of them, I think...
> In a pocket of space that she was able to teleport to at the last
> minute,
TOM: Uh... when was this again?
CROW: Boy, times like this I wish I could "scroll up" on the movie
screen
here and check if I missed something... (A beat) Almost.
MIKE (sighs heavily): I'm past the point of caring....
> Kat waits until she can sense the right time to enter. She's about to
> check outside
MIKE: To see if it's raining...
> the pocket dimension until she hears Sinister's warning.
> ::KAT!! You are our last hope.
CROW ("old & cranky" voice): Damn it all, we're down to you!
MIKE (Obi Wan): Kat is our only hope.
TOM (Yoda): No, there is another!
> You must get to the Generation NeXt
> citadel and help defeat the Chosen. They are being mind controlled by
> devices on their ears, so you must be easy on them.
TOM: Yeah, give 'em a break...
MIKE (glances sharply at TOM)
TOM (whispering): Sorry, sorry...
> I believe my Horsemen
> are about to join the battle. I am sure you will want to stop one of them
> from leaving you...::
> "SAM!!
CROW: Er, I mean, Max!
> Okay, SinSin, I'm on it!" yells Kat as her
> dimensional portal opens in the Citadel, where she is instantly
> surrounded by members of Generation Next...
TOM (Kat): Opps, sorry... uh... meant to teleport ot the Rotary Club
meeting. I'll be going now...
> Back at the Chosen's base...
> "Wonderful picture we're getting, isn't it Sinny? Well, I think we
> may need some more troops for this demolision project. Image, awake
> the horsemen and get their butts over there. You too Spidey. Get
> going." commands the traitorous Hurricane.
TOM: Yeah, leave me almost completely alone with these "captured"
prisoners here...
> As Sinister lays
TOM: An egg?
> in the adamantium box, waiting,
CROW: Could have sworn they were *standing* in those boxes...
> he wonders if his
> cry for help reached Kat, and if she will be successful. Then, he turns his
> head back to the monitor, where he sees Psyfire burn out a hole in the
> citadel's wall. She and Hellfire are then confronted by Pyros,
TOM: How many "fire people" do we *have* in this story?
CROW: You need a scorecard to keep track of all these guys....
> putting
> them into a stalemate until Hydros
MIKE: Hydros? Hmm... I wonder if he's a big hit with the dogs...
> douses his fire, putting
> the firey mutant out of the battle.
TOM: WHICH "firey mutant"? And for that matter, who's on whose side?
CROW: Geez, even when that sentence WASN'T broken up, I still couldn't
figure it out....
> Just as Shockwave was going to put the final blow to Pyros, a
> tornado blows through them,
CROW (falsetto): I'll get you, my pretty! And your lousy fanfic, too!
> scattering them like twigs in the wind.
TOM (singing): We are but twigs in the wind....
> After the dust cleared, the mistress Storm stands over Pyros.
MIKE: Let's not take the easy ones, guys....
> Picking up his near-lifeless body, she flies over to FX, who prepares
> launch a force on the Chosen.
MIKE: Not *The* Force, mind you, but a generic, off-brand that he got
at
K Mart.
> "Cyclops sent me to assist.
TOM (FX): Oh, that was nice of him, especially since I never told you
guys
we were being attacked and all..
> I must say it was excellent timing.
> But, why would Sinister try an attack without actual being here to lead
> it. I don't even see his horsemen, yet..." says Storm to the Generation
> NeXt leader.
> "I know. This is just not Sinister's way. He would have gone for
> surprise, not let everyone know.
MIKE: Wait, didn't Tornado *tell* him that Horsemen weren't being lead
by Sinister?
TOM: That part must have been written by the other guy...
CROW: Yeah, and I'll bet you they'll both claim that checking
continuity
was the *other* guy's job...
> Emplate,
CROW: Oh wow, another character who happened to be standing around
that the authors didn't tell us about until required by the plot.
MIKE ("southern/motherly" tone): You won't get dessert till you clean
off
Emplate...
> go check to see if anything
> is...different about the Chosen. Inform me as soon as you find
> something interesting.
TOM: Inform us too, so we can read it instead of this...
> Daredevil,
MIKE (FX): Seen any good films lately?
ALL: D'OH!
> Hope, Luke,
ALL: Luke??
MIKE: That better *not* be the who I think it is....
CROW: Five bucks he finds out that Sinister is his father...
TOM: If that's the case, I'm leaving!
> and Dazzler! Go after Psyfire,
> she's our main target right now." yells FX over the sounds of the
> battlefield.
TOM (sings): The hills are alive with the sounds of... (normal) Oh,
forget
it....
> In the brig, Kat sits with power restraints pondering her next move.
MIKE: Yeah, power restraints are real good with coming up with
ideas...
> "HEY!! Rookey! Lookey here. I am a good bad guy.
CROW (Rookey): Yeah, and I'm an honest politician...
> Those
> members you're fighting-mind control.
TOM: The person who's speaking-leaving out words.
> Tell FX to look for a small dot on
> the? back of their ears. Notice! Nothing on my ears.
CROW: Nothing *between* them either...
> Now, go talk
> to your leader before I blow off these manicles and perform a "Bobbit"
> on you..."
> Scared out of his wits, Rookey runs to FX, and tells her about the
> mind control devices.
CROW: Yeah, FX knew how easily spooked Rookey is, but she put him on
guard duty anyway...
> "Emplate!! Get the device off Psyfire's ear!! We'll see who's side Kat
> is on..." FX yells to her teammate.
> Emplate enters our dimension from his own,
MIKE: Emplate has his own dimension?
CROW: Sure, Mike, all the rich mutants do, it's all the rage these
days...
> and rips the device
> from Psyfire, who faints.
TOM (Emplate): Opps... that was her pacemaker...
ALL: D'OH!
> She awakes moments later, with her own
> will in control. Seeing how Psyfire was defeated, the rest of the Chosen
> retreat to their own base,
TOM: Boy, for people who are being *mind controlled* they sure did
retreat pretty fast.
CROW: And only *one* has been defeated! What a bunch of pansies!
> but one mutant is left. That mutant
> was Siryn, who was shot down by FX.
CROW (Narrator): And we didn't bother to show you *that* either, so
ha!
MIKE: She *was* Siryn, after getting shot down though, she's now Swiss
cheese.
TOM: Oh come on, Mike, cast regulars never die... not unless it's a
year
end or quarterly issue...
CROW: That or if sales going are going downhill...
MIKE: I'll refrain from making a "Superman" joke here...
TOM: Hey! They had a legitimate, story-based reason for doing that!
MIKE AND CROW: Uh-huh.
> "Take the device off her ear as well. Then, let Kat out.
TOM: Of the bag.
> Maybe
> now, we can figure out this mystery."
ALL (singing): Cause we're working at figuring out a mystery...
MIKE: One mystery I'd like to figure out is how this got written....
> Back at the Chosen base...
> "DAMN!!! D, how in the name of Apocalypse did they figure out?!
MIKE: Well, the kid had a rather simple invention to start with, and
clues
were really broad, especially the one they gave out after that guy got
slimed...
> We had captured all the Chosen, and put them out of it. Even Sinister
> here couldn't communicate to them!" screams Hurricane as he sees the
> Chosen retreat.
> "You are certainly a fool, Hurricane. You forgot one member...Kat.
MIKE: Yeah, and the authors forgot her too until just a few pages
ago...
> She teleported to her pocket realm, and I contacted her. You see, I
> have a mental rapport with all my members,
CROW (Sinister): Yeah, we're called "SinSin and the Homeboys".
> so that I my contact them
> whenever I see fit. It seems that Generation NeXt is coming after you.
> We'll see who is the fittest..." >laughs Sinister as Hurricane runs for the
> lab.
> "SHUT UP, Sinny!!! We are still going to control the Chosen, even
> if they don't survive the experience..."
MIKE: You know, this guy is really starting to alienate me.
CROW: Oh, you said it, Mike.
> Chapter 12: To All Things, An End
ALL (began to clap, applaud, and shout "Hoorays!")
> Tornado watches as the Chosen retreat.
> I don't know how, but Sinister did it! I guess he has his moments
> after all!
ALL: NAH!
> Now, let's see... I've tried the Battle Board, I've tried the gun, I
> can't teleport, so what's left?
TOM (Tornado): Hmm... I still got my wits and charm...
CROW (Tornado): Ah damn, I'm screwed...
> He looks at his belt.
MIKE: Whoah, I'm wearing spandex!
> The Neural Scrambler!
TOM (Announcer): Perfect for all your egg cooking needs!
> He pulls it from his belt.
> Since sound can obviously get through these boxes, it should work!
CROW (Tornado): Course, I never did bother to *test* it first after I
dropped it on the floor...
> He presses the trigger. Waves of mental force ripple through the air
> and hit Image. She grabs her head in a vain attempt to escape the pain,
TOM: She must have been trying to make sense of the story she's in....
> and, in the process, drops the boxes.
MIKE (Image): Ah, my foot!
> "FREE! YOU'RE FINISHED HURRICANE!"
> "What?! No! It's impossible!"
MIKE: Uh, I thought he'd left the room?
TOM: Stay with us Mike, it's almost over.
MIKE: Okay, okay....
> "No, the depths of your arrogance are impossible!"
> Tornado fires his gun's laser at the webbing holding Jubilee. It
> vaporizes.
MIKE: The gun vaporizes?
> "Back in the groove, and ready ta rock!"
> "My sentiments exactly Jube!"
> Sinister grabs the dots from Spider-man and Image.
CROW: Who were just pleasantly standing around doing nothing this
whole time.
> "Their minds are their own again!"
> "B-But how did you...? NO! YOU WON'T CHEAT US OF OUR
> VENGEANCE!!"
> Hurricane and Deathsparkle race forward. Hurricane fires
> everything he can at Tornado, only to have it go right through him.
TOM: Of course! After all, you can't hurt something that's only one
dimensional...
> Image appears as "Tornado" vanishes.
> "Nobody messes with my head and gets away with it!"
> Hurricane aims his gun at Image, who is distracted by Deathsparkle.
> But out of nowhere...
> THWIPP!
> Hurricane's gun is webbed to the wall.
> "That's no way to treat a lady, pal!"
> "You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?"
> "Don't have to."
CROW: Don't have to say who's talking, either! So, ha!
> Deathsparkle comes flying in, the victim of Jubilee's megapaf. She
> lands at Hurricane's feet.
MIKE (wavs his arms out horizontally): SAFE!
> "D!"
> "Sorry lover. Doesn't look like we're gonna win this one!"
> Sinister fires plasma blasts at the two, but Hurricane blocks with his
> board.
> "Hurricane! This is a fight between you and me!"
> "Agreed."
> "Let's go punk!"
CROW (Hurricane): Nah, I'd rather go grunge, it's much more in step
with
the times.
> Both Tornado and Hurricane whip out their Battle Boards as the
> razor edges pop out.
MIKE: They then scream in pain as their hands are shredded.
> An impromptu duel begins, with the outcome in doubt. Hurricane
> slashes at Tornado like a madman. Once. Twice, five times,
ALL (singing): A lady....
> more he
> swipes at nothing but empty space.
TOM: Hurricane should have taken a good look at Tornado.
MIKE and CROW: Why?
TOM: Well, cause there was nothing there but an "...empty space."
(MIKE and CROW groan)
> Tornado quickly spins around
> and dearms Hurricane.
MIKE: You mean like that Mortal Kombat fatality?
TOM: Probably not, but that would be cool though....
> "Game over Hurricane. You lose."
> "It's never over!"
CROW: Is the part where a monster bursts through the window behind
them and grabs Jubilee and Tornado?
TOM: You're thinking of something else, Crow.
CROW: Oh yeah....
> "Ya wanna bet?" Jubilee runs over to Tornado. They interlock their
> hands, allowing their mutant powers to intertwine and interact.
MIKE: Their powers introduce each other, shake hands, and have long
thoughtful conversations about life.
> "Sparkler..."
> "...Tornado!"
CROW: Stupid...
TOM: ...Name!
> The weapon known as the Sparkler Tornado appears between them.
> Image makes ten more, and Sinister adds to the already incredible
> energies inside.
> "Fire!" they cry in unison.
MIKE: Chilly bo! Chilly bo!
> They launch the main one, and the
> copies follow, all exploding around the two AoA refugees.
> "We'll be back! I promise you that Tornado! AND when we return,
> you won't be so lucky!"
MIKE: Oh gee, those "Sparkle Tornados" did a hell of a lot of good...
> "Bodyslide time!"
> The two mutants begin to fade out.
> "Sinister! The dots! Hurry!"
TOM: Give them chicken pox!
> Sinister hands them to Tornado.
MIKE: He hands Tornado a bunch of giant ants?
> "Don't leave yet, not without a present from us to you!" He throws
> the two mind control dots in to the bodyslide portal at the last second.
> And then there is silence...
> "Victory is ours!"
MIKE: I might agree with ya, but I don't even know who's speaking...
TOM: What is it with these guys and not revealing who's talking?!?
> "'Bout time if ya ask me!"
> Spider-man walks over to Tornado.
> "So it's really over?"
> "No. They'll be back. They're kind always are. But tell me: why are
> you here?"
TOM (Lorien): Do you have anything worth living for?
MIKE: I'm beginning to doubt that i do...
CROW: There, there, Mike, you've got us!
MIKE (starts to cry)
TOM: Crow!
CROW: What? What'd I say??
> "I-I'd rather not talk about it."
MIKE: I just... needed the acting gig real bad, okay?
> "Well, remember this, no matter what made you this way, you
> should never turn your back on the person you were, and the good
> you've done. Remember what you told Jube?
TOM (Spider-Man): "I'm not just a photographer, I'm a talent scout for
a
modeling agency"?
MIKE (Tornado): No, the OTHER thing you told her....
> With Great power comes great
> responsibility. I'll always remember that. Always."
> "Maybe someday, we'll fight on the same side again."
> "I look forward to that day."
TOM: With dread and horror.
> Sinister walks over to Tornado and Jubilee.
> "Now, unless you intend to join my minions, I suggest you leave,
> before I forget that we were on the same side only minutes ago."
> "Fine with me. Oh, and by the way, thanks for saving Gen NeXt. I
> really appreciate it!"
MIKE (Sinister, mumbling): Snot-nosed little brat....
> Tornado and Jubilee teleport out.
> "Should we go after them?"
TOM (Sinister): Nah... the writers have already been pushed to their
limits....
> "No, Image. Let them go. A grand victory was won this day. Let
> this day end on that note."
> And with that, Sinister walks away, with a newfound respect for the
> heroes embodied in Tornado and Jubilee...
CROW: The heroes who will eventually burst out of their stomachs, free
to
finally live their own lives...
> Gen NeXt citadel...
> "What a mess!"
> FX approaches them.
> "Tornado! You're back! Does this mean that...?"
TOM: There be a sequel?
MIKE and TOM (long sigh): Yes.....
> "Yes. For now, the danger has past. But we will have to be on our
> guard in the event that Hurricane and Deathsparkle return."
> "Not a problem. Do you mind telling me what happened?"
> "Let's just say that I found that when you least expect it, even the
> blackest of hearts can show a spark of decency."
CROW: Isn't that item number seven on the Wheel of Morality?
> FX just gives him a quizzical look.
TOM: Which Tornado happily takes.
> "Now Jube, we have to talk about whether or not you're going to
> join the team..."
> And with that, Tornado and Jubilee head towards the Citadel,
> knowing that they ironically owe their reunion to one of their worst
> enemies...
> Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains...
> The mutants called Hurricane and Deathsparkle stand perfectly still,
> a metallic dot on each of them. But inside their minds, it is definitely not
> as silent.
MIKE: But not by much.
> Beware Tornado. We will find a way to free ourselves, and then,
> then you will face our wrath! We will rise again!
TOM (Southern accent): Gal darn Yankees!
> And on that rather chilling note, this particular tale reaches...
> THE END...
ALL: YAAYYY!
> or does it...?
ALL: Damn.
> Epilogue
> Back at the Chosen Base, Sinister and the Chosen repair the damage
> done to their citadel during the battle.
> "My Chosen, you must not blame yourselves for what has occurred.
MIKE: Yeah, after all, *you're* the dummy that recruited those two
guys
to begin with!
> I am sorry for letting this happen to you. I have set the computer to
> alert us if those two come back, yet you must be our guard.
> Also, I would be wary of Tornado. While he did help us this day,
> he is still an enemy. If it had not been for a favor to FX,
TOM (Sinister): A favor which I'm not going to bother explaining to
the
reader...
> I would
> have loved to see Generation NeXt dead. We will again prepare, for
> next time, Tornado will not survive the Onslaught..."
MIKE: That's like, the best news I've heard so far.
TOM: Uh, Mike, that's foreshadowing of a SEQUEL.
MIKE: Oh yeah.... Darn.
(They exit the theater.)
(SOL MIKE is standing in the center with a strange device in his hand.
It's
small, rectangular, and has several dials and switches on it. TOM and
CROW enter from the right.)
TOM: Hey, Mike, whatcha got there?
CROW: Yeah, what is that thing?
MIKE: Oh, hi guys. This is something that GYPSY brought in from the
wreckage of the SOH. I'm not sure, but I think it's the dimensional
portal
opener, probably what they used to travel from their reality to ours.
TOM: Uh.. Mike.. what are you doing with it?
MIKE (shrugs): Just fiddling, seeing if I can get it to work.
CROW: Mike, are you crazy?!?
TOM: You don't want to call those evil "us"es back here again, do you?
CROW: Yeah, haven't you learned anything from all this?
(MIKE looks up.)
MIKE: Relax, guys. You know, I've learned a lot about alternate
realities
in the past few hours. Here, let me show you something...
(Holds the device up to TOM and CROW's faces, so they can see what
he's
referring to.)
MIKE (pointing to one of the dials): Now, as you can see, I've changed
the
dial on the color indicator from dark grey, which is obviously a
location for
an evil dimension, and to white.
BOTS: Ahhh....
MIKE (continuing): And I've also rotated this pointing thing here from
red,
which, in most cases is usually bad, to green.
BOT: Ah, okay.
MIKE: I've also adjusted several other dials, and flipped a couple of
the
switches, guaranteeing that we won't re-open a portal to where those
evil
"us"es came from.
TOM: Hmm... well that sounds good to me.
CROW: Yeah, me too. Let's fire it up and see what happens.
MIKE (smiling): Okay!
(Points the device towards Cambot and presses one of its buttons. A
high
pitched whine is heard and then a loud "POP!" MIKE and the BOTS
pause, and then look around...)
CROW: Hmm...
MIKE (staring at the dimensional opener): That's odd... nothing
happened.
TOM: Maybe it broke when the ship blew up.
MIKE (shrugs): Maybe.
(They pause for a minute, when suddenly the red light flashes.)
MIKE: Oh, Pearl's calling.
(MIKE hits the button.)
(Castle Forrester)
(OBSERVER is seen not too far from the camera, he looks very confused
and concerned. Pearl and Bobo are no where in sight.)
OBSERVER (turning from looking at something off camera): Oh, uh...
hello, Mike. We have a rather... odd situation down here at the
castle that
I thought you might know something about, and I wanted to ask you
before...
PEARL (OS): NEEEELLLLLSOONN!!
OBSERVER: Uh, oh, too late.
(PEARLS comes storming in from the right. She stand next to Observer.
Her face is red with anger and she is breathing heavily.)
PEARL (slow and dangerous-sounding): Nelson... you and your little
droid
friends have been playing with some sort of "alternate reality"
opener,
haven't you?
(SOL)
(MIKE, shocked, glances quickly down at the device he's still
holding.)
MIKE and BOTS: Oh, uh... well, uh...
(MIKE quickly tosses the device over his shoulder. We hear it smash
into
the floor behind him with a loud "crunch".)
MIKE (clearing throat nervously): Uh... why, no! Why uh... why do you
ask?
(Castle Forrester)
PEARL: Well, we just got ourselves a little visitor down here, and I
think
you numbnuts have something to do with--
(Female laughter is heard OS.)
PEARL: Oh, great, here she comes now...
(From the right we see another PEARL enter the scene. She is dressed
in
white, with her hair down instead of in a bun. She has only the
faintest
hints of make up and she looks happy and serene.)
GOOD PEARL (loud and happy): Oh, yes, here you are! Why did you
leave? I was just getting to all the benefits of being GOOD and NICE
to
the world.
(PEARL screams in frustration and covers her ears.)
PEARL: I can't take this much longer!!
GOOD PEARL: Now, you see there? Look how unhappy you are? Being
evil is sooo draining on oneself, you should learn to nice to those
around
you.
(GOOD PEARL, turns, noticing the camera for the first time.)
GOOD PEARL: Oh, and you must be Mike Nelson! I have a Mike Nelson
in my world too! He's like a son to me! And I love him very, very
much!
PEARL: Oh, puh-leez!
(GOOD PEARL steps forward, and begins speaking to the camera.)
GOOD PEARL: You seem like such a nice young man. Do you know
about how wonderful it is to be nice and good to everyone? I'll bet
*your*
Pearl hasn't told you that....
(PEARL angrily screams a sceond time.)
PEARL: I can't take any more of this!
PEARL (holds hand, palm up, to Observer): Brain Guy, gun. Now.
(OBSERVER nods. He closes his eye briefly and, with a popping sound,
a
gun appears in Pearl's hand.)
(PEARL grips the gun with both hands. Slowly, she stretches her arms
out, taking aim at her counterpart.)
GOOD PEARL (Still speaking to the camera): And if we all just hold
each
other close and love one another, think how much better the world
would
be....
(Quick fade to black. We hear six shots in rapid succession, and a
voice,
MALE, screams.)
PEARL: Opps! Sorry about that, Bobo, didn't think I'd miss her at
*this*
range.
BOBO (groaning in pain): Oh... that's okay, Lawgiver.... oohhh....
GOOD PEARL (slow, saccharine, and not the least bit angry): You tried
to
kill me. That wasn't very nice of you.
PEARL: Oh, shut up.
(Roll credits)
Mystery Science Theater 3000 and all related characters are the
property of
Best Brains incorporated and used without permission.
Raven, Mark Nelson, and all the rest of the SOH gang, are, to my
knowledge, my own personal creations and are not in any way associated
with the *real* world of MST3K. This story may be distributed freely,
so
long as this disclaimer is intact.
Special thanks to Aaron Thall for letting me MiSTie his story. With
apologizes to all those on the X-Wars list. None of this is to be
taken
personally. I myself was also on the list once, so I hope you all
laugh it up
with me. :-)
And a special note of thanks to all of those on the Dibs list and in
the
RATMM chat room who encouraged and supported me.
(End credits)
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