[MiSTed] Target: Buttercup (1/2)
Jen White6
Original story by Sailor Goon
MiSTing by Jen White
[Space Ghost, Brak, and Zorak are sitting at a table in the Ghost Planet
Industries cafeteria. Each is drinking from a coffee mug bearing his image.
Brak looks very preoccupied.]
Brak: Space Ghost, have you ever thought about your life?
Ghost: Ummmmmmm... sure! Plenty of times.
Zorak: Every time he battled me it flashed in fronna his eyes.
Brak: I mean, y'ever think about what'cher doin' with your life, and think,
'What's it all about, when you really get down to it'?
Ghost: Uhhhh... not really. Why, is something on your mind?
Brak: Well, I've got three albums out, I almost got elected President, 'n
there's a lotta web pages about me, but what'm I really doin'?
Zorak: Wastin' your time if you don't get on the phone with your agent and
find out why you're the only character Cartoon Network owns that hasn't been
made into a beanie doll.
Brak: Maybe there is more I could do for the world...
Zorak: Uh oh, he's got that *look* in his eyes.
Ghost: Like what?
Brak: Maybe I shouldn't be a singin' space villain. Maybe I oughtta be-
Zorak: A lumberjack?
Brak: No! A superhero.
[Brak and Zorak do simultaneous spit-takes. It ain't pretty, especially for
Brak, who is sitting in the middle. When they both manage to choke back their
laughter Space Ghost speaks patronizingly.]
Ghost: Brak, not everyone is cut out to be an avenger of evil, a doer of
good deeds. It takes special qualifications.
Brak: Like what?
Zorak: Yeah, like what?
Ghost: Wellll... you have to have your own costume.
Brak: I got a costume.
Ghost: You have to have super powers.
Zorak: What can you do after you take off your belt and power bands?
Ghost: [ignoring Zorak] Well... dangit, Brak, you don't have to be
something you're not. You're fine being an... um, what are you?
Brak: A space pirate.
Ghost: Um.
Zorak: [to Brak] Don't listen to Space Ghost. *Anyone* can be a hero these
days! There's no secret to it.
Ghost: Liar!
Zorak: All ya gotta do is make up a goofy name and call yourself a hero, and
you're in.
Ghost: [desperately] Where'd you hear that?
Zorak: Phfft. Everyone knows it. Remember the Powerpuff Girls?
Ghost: [muttering] Oh, do I.
Brak: Yeah! They're superheroes, and they're just little kids!
Zorak: There ya go! Now, Space Ghost, if they let rugrats just out of their
diapers be superheroes, then why're you crushing poor Brakums's dreams?
Ghost: [to Zorak] You will not go to heaven.
Zorak: Duh.
Brak: I like the Power Puff Girls! Hey, I got a story 'bout them!
Ghost: Well! Why don't we watch that, and talk about... things... later?
Brak: All right, buddy! I got it right here!
[Space Ghost's monitor squeakily lowers into frame beside the table. When it
clicks into place, text appears on the screen.]
Brak: Notice how I did that? Maybe I should be 'Segueman'!"
Zorak: Oh brother.
> Target: Buttercup
> A PPG Fanfic by Sailor Goon
>
>
> NARATOR: The city of Townsville...
Ghost: Home to such up-and-coming businesses as Limited Incorporated.
> Is at peace this night. Everyone is snug in their beds,
Brak: With visions of sugarplums dancin' through their heads.
Zorak: [talking as if in his sleep] Ugh... rrgh... allergic to sugarplums...
> and all is right
> with
> the world.
Ghost: This story'd better be a flashback, or it'd going to get pretty dull.
> Whip pan into deep space;
Brak: [Pan] Ow! Ow! Ow! I'm going, I'm going! Lemme get my spacesuit
on! Jeez.
> after a few seconds, we approach a small planet
> in
> the
> Alpha Centari system.
Zorak: Whoa. THAT was fast.
Ghost: Perhaps those are Mainframe seconds?
Brak: How long are Mainframe seconds?
Ghost: Um... nobody knows for sure. Some people say a day, some people say
thirty years.
Brak: [singing] In a Mainframe second, ooo-ooo, everything can change...
> As we descend into its atmosphere, and through the
> clouds
> To its surface,
Zorak: We realize that we left our spacesuits behind on Earth, and choke to
death in the poisonous atmosphere.
> we fade into a massive trophy room, with thousands of
> stuffed
> animals,
Brak: Wow. That guy musta played a LOTTA ring toss at Six Flags.
> Skulls, and pieces of various lifeforms from throughout the universe on
> display.
Zorak: Six Flags over Kzin.
> In the next room, we see a huge, hulking shape hunched over some kind of
> viewer.
>
Ghost: [hulking shape] I *hate* the tiny screens on these laptops!
> Narrator: Except for here...
>
Brak: Well, he *did* say all was right with the world. He didn't say which
one.
> We now are able to see who this Person/Thing is.
>
Ghost: Or we could, if there were pictures with this story.
> NARATOR: OH, NO! NOT HIM! PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE HIM...
>
Brak: ["HIM"] Oh dear, *no!* I'm so *much* more chic.
> HUNTOR: I'm bored... what can I hunt tonight, eh?
Ghost: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you to the plot.
> He presses several studs on his control panel, and the monitor pans through
> Dexter's Lab.
>
Brak: But Dexter doesn't notice the monitor floatn' all 'round 'cause he's
trying to keep Dee-Dee from breaking everything.
> HUNTOR: Rats! Monkey Isn't there... he was always a great hunt.
Brak: What happened to Monkey?
Ghost: He succumbed to... the dark side.
Brak: You mean...?!
Zorak: Yep. Mojo Jojo.
Ghost: I'm only glad Blip Sr. didn't live to see it.
> I could never
> catch the little bugger, but he was always great sport... eh?
>
Zorak: Now he's hunting YOU with a laser cannon.
> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Mega powerful lifeforms detected...potential is high!
> Repeat.potential is high!
>
All: Potential is high.
> HUNTOR: Great! Locate and evaluate!
>
Ghost: [control panel voice] I *am* a highly advanced computer, with fuzzy
logic and self-programming capabilities. I *can* understand something besides
verbs and conjunctions, you know!
> The monitor pans through the suburban home of the Powerpuff Girls and first
> settles on...
>
Zorak: The desk behind her computer's old 14-inch, using it as camouflage.
> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Name: Blossom Utonium.
Ghost: But we call her "Blutonium" for short.
> Age: 6 months, although she has
> the
> body of a 5 year old.
Zorak: A five year old Cabbage Patch Mutant.
> Possesses an IQ of well over 275-
>
Ghost: Negative 275? This does not speak well of today's educational
system.
> HUNTOR: Nah! Too smart. It would be like hunting Noah Webster...
Zorak: So much for that plan about getting her soul then, huh?
> Next!
>
> The monitor pans over to a sleeping Bubbles, who is clutching Octi, as
> usual.
>
Zorak: Some people toss and turn in their sleep, some grind their teeth.
She strangles dollies.
> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Name: Bubbles Utonium. Same age as her sister.
Ghost: And a very similar nickname, too: Butonium.
> Possesses an IQ of about 60. Likes to color-
>
Ghost: Brak, I think you've found a friend.
> HUNTOR: Move on! Not smart enough.
>
Ghost: [control panel voice] Perhaps you could have entered some
*intelligence parameters* before you started the search, Mr. Fussy?
> The monitor pans to Buttercup, who is actively, shadow boxing in her sleep.
Zorak: I wonder if Professor Utonium ever wonders why Blossom and Bubbles
always wake up bruised in the morning?
> HUNTOR: Stop! This one intrigues me. More info!
>
Zorak: ThE MaStEr DeMaNdS iT.
Brak: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Ghost: ZORAK! We are *never* to mention that again!
> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Name: Buttercup Utonium. Age: 6 months.
Ghost: [control panel voice] You've probably guessed about the nickname, so
I'll just skip it.
> Has a very short fuse. Likes to fight. Picks on sisters quite often. Anti-
> Authority. Very clever and cunning.
>
Ghost: [control panel voice] Gang color, green. Suspected of selling black
market rock candy to unsuspecting schoolmates. No criminal record - yet.
> HUNTOR: (Excitedly) Yes! Perfect! Prepare Transporter and Power Reducing
> Restraints. We'll take her now!
>
Brak: [Huntor] Wait! How much will the delivery charge be? And can I pay
by check?
> NARRATOR: Oh, No! Buttercup, Wake UP!
>
Ghost: [Narrator] No, no, Lupeta! Don't steal that doll!
> HUNTOR: Shut up you, or I'll feed you to Sally over here laddie! She just
> loves
> to eat nosy do gooders.
>
Brak: Wha...? Is this one of those scary Sonic stories I've been hearin'
about?
> We see a shot of Huntor's feet, where a big, ugly saltwater crocodile is
> eyeing
>
> The Narrator.
Brak: [singing] I'll get right to the point, I don't gnash my jaws for
every man I see...
> (Off Camera) It menacingly snaps its jaws twice.
>
Zorak: Woulda been scarier if it'd done that *on camera.*
> NARRATOR: Yaaaaah!
>
> We hear a loud thud off camera.
>
Zorak: It's the Blair Witch Project all over again.
Brak: I got the Dramamine.
> HUNTOR: Right. Thanks, Sally. He won't bother us again for a while, now,
> will
> he?
> Oh yeah. Where was I?
Ghost: Ranting to your pet. Standard villainous schtick number twenty-three.
Zorak: Twenty-seven, actually.
> Computer! Lock transporter on target, and beam her here. Now!
>
Brak: Then beam me a pizza! I'm *not* waitin' thirty minutes, even if it
*is* free!
> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Are you shure?
>
Zorak: [control panel voice] You programmed me to beam things from other
planets, but you can't even install a lousy spell-checker?!
> HUNTOR: (Slightly Agitated) Stop arguing, and do it now.
>
> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: But sir... I think-
>
> HUNTOR: (Very Agitated) I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK! DO IT NOW!
>
Ghost: [Huntor] That's it, I'm uninstalling Windows 2000 *tonight.* Crummy
Plug and Play!
>
> Huntor spins round to face a large, flat wall mounted machine with a
> restraint
> system
> That tailors itself to the anatomy of the selected target.
Zorak: It's what every villain who is ANY villain is using now.
> We hear a loud
> buildup of power,
> Similar to that old sound effect used to power up The Time Tunnel...
>
>
All: Ooooh.
> JUMP CUT TO THE PPG's BEDROOM; CLOSEUP ON BUTTERCUP:
>
Ghost: I don't think putting that webcam on her Speak 'n Spell was such a
good idea.
> Buttercup is feeling strange. Her body feels like it's building up some
> kind of
> static charge. She begins to twitch in her sleep.
>
Brak: But since she's asleep, she doesn't really feel any of this.
> BLOSSOM: (sleepily) Buttercup? What's going on?
>
Ghost: I bet I know who didn't use fabric softener in the last load of
laundry.
> BUBBLES: (annoyed) Com'on guys- stop with the static, eh?
>
Brak: [Bubbles] Are you sticking balloons to the wall without me?
> BUTTERCUP: (Now fully awake and scared) Guys? GUYS! What's happening to
> me?
>
Zorak: Just scuff your feet in the carpet a while and then touch a doorknob.
> BLOSSOM: (Yelling) BUTTERCUP!
>
All: TETSUO!
> She cannot believe what she is seeing. Buttercup is vanishing into
> nothingness
> before her very eyes.
>
Ghost: Oh, I know this trick. Just watch, it'll turn out she's just covered
herself with vanishing cream.
> BUBBLES: (Hysterical, on the verge of tears) PROFESSOR! MOMMY! SOMETHING'S
> WRONG WITH BUTTERCUP... WE NEED YOU!
>
Zorak: Nothing a few days in "The Box" wouldn't cure.
> Both Blossom and Bubbles make a desperate grab for their sister, as she
> slowly
> fades
> Into nothingness, a look of sheer terror and confusion on her face.
>
[Brak makes a "pop" noise with a finger in his cheek.]
> Moments later, The Professor and Sandy (Ms. Keene) burst into the room,
> Confused, and somewhat still asleep.
>
Ghost: Ludwig... Utonium. Sandy... Keene. Uh-oh. looks like one of those
modern *hippie* households.
> PROFESSOR: Girls? What's wrong?
> He snaps on the light, and he and Sandy peer into the room. Blossom is
> silent,
> but
> Trembling, struggling to maintain control. Bubbles is crying
> uncontrollably.
>
Brak: [singing] She is the one called Sailor Moon.
> BUBBLES: Buttercup's gone... I can't feel her anymore... She's- She's-
>
Ghost: [Bubbles] Not here!
> Blossom: (choking back her emotions) no! I can still feel her, Bubbles...
> Very faintly, but she's still alive! She's very far away... and in Trouble!
>
Brak: [Deanna Troi] I sense intense feelings of hostility.
Zorak: Hostility. That's Buttercup, all right.
> FADE TO BLACK
>
> FADE IN:
>
Ghost: Fade out, fade in. Make up your mind.
> Slowly, Buttercup is waking up.
>
Ghost: She was awake before, but now she's REALLY awake.
> BUTTERCUP: Wow! Whatta nightmare. Blossom? Bubbles?
Zorak: Bubba?
Brak: Bubela?
Ghost: Babushka?
Brak: Billy Bo Bob Brain?
> She feels strangely weak. Then, she gets her bearings. She finds herself
> strapped, spread eagle in some kind of restraint device, and a strange
> metal
> collar around her neck.
>
[All start singing Beethoven's Ninth Symphony]
> Huntor is busy at his control panel, and hasn't seen her yet.
>
Zorak: [Huntor] Dum de dum dum... HEYYY! Kid on deck!
> HUNTOR: Welcome to my Planet, Buttercup Utonium... I am Huntor, the mightiest
> and
> best stalker in this or any other Solar- Egad!
>
Brak: [Huntor] Hey! I was just rehearsing! I didn't expect you for
another coupla minutes!
> He turns to face Buttercup, who is struggling violently against the
> restraints.
Brak: She could just slip out, since she's got those squishy-looking arms
and legs.
> He instantly averts his eyes, noticing her condition.
>
Ghost: Awake?
> HUNTOR: (yelling at the top of his lungs in anger) COMPUTER! MAKE UP SOME
> CLOTHES FOR OUR GUEST, DAM%IT! She must be freezing, poor thing...
> Why in Crantor's name did you beam her up Naked?!?
>
>
Ghost: It is times like this I count my lucky stars that fan fiction only
comes in text form.
Zorak: Two words, Algernon. Davey-Kins.
Ghost: Two words, windshield bait. Destructo ray.
> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: She wasn't that way originally, master. I tried to
> tell
> you
> That the transporter will only handle organic matter.
>
Zorak: So get her a cotton dress or a grass skirt or something! Yeesh.
> HUNTOR: Never mind that. Just release her, and get her dressed! Now!
>
Brak: [control panel voice] I'm placing an order with Sears now. What's
your credit card number?
> The restraints holding Buttercup are released except for the metal collar.
Zorak: She *likes* that part. It looks butch.
> She
> tries to fly at Huntor, Her temper at full, blind rage. With a shocked look
> on
> her face, she falls to the cold metal floor. Just then, she finds herself
> in a
> light green body suit.
>
Brak: I like footie pajamas too.
> HUNTOR: Ok. That's better. Where was I?
>
> Buttercup rises to her feet (?)
Brak: Well, I *guess* she does. I'm not sure.
> and glares in hot raw anger at her captor.
> Once
> more she lunges for him, and does a facefault.
>
Brak: What's a facefault?
Zorak: It's when your face splits in two right down the middle!
> BUTTERCUP: (Mad enough to spit nails) Stop right there, whoever you are!
> Where
> am I? Where's my sisters?
>
Zorak: [Buttercup] Where's my supply of nails?
> HUNTOR: As I was saying, welcome to my planet, Buttercup Utonium. I am
> Huntor,
> The greatest hunter in this or any other galaxy. You have been selected as
> my
> next
> Target. In a few minutes, I will turn you loose in my private Jungle. You
> will
> have 24
> Hours to elude me. If you survive, I will give you your powers and your
> freedom
> back to you. If you don't-!
>
Ghost: [Huntor] Then we'll just keep trying until you get it right.
> Huntor points to a trophy pedestal on his Fireplace mantle. The camera
> swing-pans to it, following his finger. The pedestal is big enough for
> Buttercup to pose on, and we see an inscription on it. It reads:
>
>
> BUTTERCUP UTONIUM
> KILLED AND STUFFED ON
> THIS STARDATE, 12.22. 99
>
Ghost: Heh heh. I bet he thought he was saving time and money by carving
the year on there early.
>
>
> BUTTERCUP: You think that I'm gonna participate in some sick alien's
> Fantasy? No way!
Zorak: Don't be too sure of that, kiddo. This *is* the Internet.
>
>
>
> HHUNTOR: (Very nonchalantly, as he pulls out an evil looking gun with about
> 60
> different attachments on it, and points it directly at Buttercup)
Zorak: Negaduck wants his Swiss Army Gun back now.
> Ok then my little lady. I'll kill you where you stand. You have till I
> reach
> ten
> To run out that door, and hide yourself... One. Three. Five...
>
Brak: [Buttercup] You're peeking! Cut it out!
> CUT TO:
> The Powerpuff Household, which is a beehive of activity. Professor
> Utonium is on the phone to NASA,
Ghost: [Professor Utonium] I don't care how much it costs! I'll get you
the funding! Start research on interstellar travel NOW!
> and Blossom is trying desperately to get
> hold
> of
> Dexter.
Brak: [Blossom] Ever since I beat him in the spelling bee he never answers
my calls.
> Bubbles is trying her best to comfort Sandy, who is crying.
>
Zorak: Which one is the bigger load? You make the call!
> BUBBLES: (On Sandy's Lap) don't cry, Mom. At least we know she's still
> alive.
>
Zorak: [Bubbles] Don't ask me how I know that. I just do.
> SANDY: But where is she? Who's got her? And what horrible things are
> happening
> to her?
>
Zorak: I see she's read some of these Internet stories too.
Ghost: [warningly] Zorak...
> BLOSSOM: (Hanging up phone) Mom, I'd be more worried about the Kidnapper
Ghost: Don't you mean... Kidnappor?
> than
> Buttercup right now... Professor, you can hang up the phone.
Zorak: [Blossom] I'm sick of you listening in on my calls to Dexter!
> Mom, Bubbles
> and I
> are going over to Dexter's Laboratory. He's not going to be in today, but
> he's
> gonna let me use the lab to track down Buttercup, and save her, if we can.
>
Ghost: Dexter left all *that* on his answering machine message?
> PROFESSOR: (Still on phone) Ok, girls... But I'm gonna keep trying at NASA.
> We
> need a backup plan, ok?
>
Zorak: I bet he's going to get them to make a giant robot. Like giant
robots are the answer to EVERYTHING!
Ghost: Aren't they?
> BLOSSOM: Right! Ok, you two, let's go! Mom, I know it's painful for you,
> but
> we can really Use Powerpuff Mom right now...
>
Brak: Um, is this gonna be about Powerpuff girl talk?
> CUT BACK TO PLANET CRANTOR: MIDDAY:
> Buttercup, despite her vastly weakened state, has managed to keep one step
> ahead of Huntor. She is tired and hungry. She has tried several times to
> remove
> the Power Restraint Collar that Huntor put on her, but every attempt has
> been
> worthless.
Zorak: Wait a minute! We've been watching the Powerpuff family support
group when we coulda been watching an alien hunting a kid down like an animal?
What a rip!
> Her hope right now is to survive the next 17 hours, when Huntor said that
> the
> collar would drop off, and she would be free.
Zorak: Little did she know that the hours on Crantor are twelve Earth years
long! BWA-HA-HA-HA!
> And when she was... she fully
> intended to
> Make this Huntor character Black and Blue, and Red all over.
>
Brak: [Buttercup] I'm gonna give him a tattoo he'll NEVER forget!
> HUNTOR: (Over Bullhorn, In distance)
Ghost: [Huntor] Be vewy vewy quiet. I'm hunting toddlers.
> Very good, Buttercup. You're proving
> to be
> more of a challenge than I hoped for. Now, ask yourself: Can you survive
> another 17 hours?
>
Ghost: [Buttercup] Every other cartoon character in this kind of story
does, why can't I?
> BUUTTERCUP: (To self, as she once again sets about once more to free
> herself of
> the collar) Ok, Huntor, ask yourself this: Can you survive my revenge once
> I
> get this F#$%^*G Thing off!!!!!!!!!!
>
Brak: Uh oh. They better use Dexter's Rude Remover on her when they get
her back.
>
> CUT TO:
Ghost: Size, leaving adequate fabric for seam.
> DEXTER'S HOUSE; INTERIOR: DEXTER'S BEDROOM, IN FRONT
> OF THE BOOKCASE ACESS PORTAL; 12:00 HOURS:
Ghost: All right, all right, we get the picture! No need to yell.
> Blossom, Powerpuff Mom, and Bubbles are standing in front of the bookcase,
> Blossom
> Trying to remember what books Dexter told her to tilt.
>
Zorak: [groans] We could be here a while.
> BLOSSOM: (Frustrated after several attempts to remember the sequence)
> #@%! We haven't got time for this! Stand Back, you two!
>
Brak: I hope Dexter's got good insurance...
> With a Burst of strength, Blossom rips the bookcase, and the access door
> behind
> it off it's hinges, and throws the entire assembly through the roof of
> Dexter's
> house, and all 3 step into the lab.
>
Ghost: Hulk SMASH!
> COMPUTER: Welcome, Blossom Utonium, and Bubbles Utonoum. You are
> reconized.
Brak: 'Cause everybody else uses the *door*.
> Total access granted. Where is Buttercup?
>
Zorak: Meet the friendly neighborhood Plot Device.
> BLOSSOM: (Moving to the mainframe control) That's what we need your help
> on.
> Scan our home, and report anything unusual.
>
Ghost: [Phong] First you must defeat me at my favorite game, my child.
> COMPUTER: Scanning... this will take a few minutes... Blossom, who is your
> guest?
> She is not recognized by this system, and therefore may constitute a
> security
> breach.
>
Brak: [Computer] I shoulda thought of that before. Oh well, silly me!
> BLOSSOM: (Agitated) That's our Mom, Computer. I'll accept responsibility
> for
> her clearance to be here.
>
Brak: [Computer] Is she Sugar, Spice, Everything Nice... or Chemical X?
> COMPUTER: Granted... Results of scan. I have picked up a faint Transporter
> Ion
> trail, which leads from your bedroom to a small planet in the Alpha Centari
> system
Ghost: Wow! I bet if Hansel and Gretel had had a pocketful of ions, they
would never have gotten lost in the woods!
> It is class M, and capable of life support.
>
Ghost: [Computer] The weather there is currently seventy-eight degrees
centigrade, with winds from the southeast at ten to fifteen miles per hour.
> BLOSSOM: (Concerned and confused) You mean Buttercup is in deep space?
>
Zorak: I thought *Bubbles* was the stupid one! It *said* planet! Hel-LO!
> COMPUTER: The evidence is clear. Would you like to be beamed there?
>
Brak: [Computer] I can do that, you know, 'cause I'm a computer.
> BLOSSOM: (Surprised) You mean Dexter has a transporter system here?
>
> COMPUTER: Of course... doesn't every boy Genius?
>
Brak: [Mandark] But I have a bigger, faster transporter that will take you
through time as well as space! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!
> BLOSSOM: Fine! Can you beam all 3 of us there?
>
> COMPUTER: Yes... I do not foresee a problem. I can beam all three of you
> there,
> And safely bring back four.
>
Zorak: In case one of you gets cut in two.
> BOSSOM: Great! Let's do this.
>
> COMPUTER: I will set Transporter Systems to Autopilot, to retrieve you at a
> time
> You specify.
Zorak: When hell freezes over o'clock.
>
> BLOSSOM: Beam us there, and give us ten hours.
>
Zorak: At three hundred and fifty degrees.
> COMPUTER: Here... take this. It's a wristband subspace radio. With it, you
> can
> Stay in contact with me.
>
Ghost: Or with Dick Tracy. Either way.
> BLOSSOM: (Putting it on) Ok. Get us up there! NOW!
>
Brak: [computer] All right, all right! Sheesh, someone's feelin' bossy.
> A Green glow surrounds Blossom, Bubbles and Sandy,
Ghost: REBOOT!
> as the transporter sends
> them on their journey to rescue Buttercup.
>
[Zorak improvises any guitar instrumental from "Heavy Metal."]
> COMPUTER: (Repeating every 30 seconds) WARNING! TRANSPORTER SYSTEMS
> OPERATIONAL! CANNOT BE DEACTIVATED EXCEPT UNDER DIRECT VOICE COMMAND OF
> BLOSSOM
> UTONIUM...
Ghost: D'oh! NOW it tells us!
so sez Jen "Call me MiSTer!" White.