| [Dissolve to the palace Construction Facility. Various
parts for the time machine are spread out on the assembly floor, various robots are
assembling them. Brain and Mr. Peabody sit at control boards, manipulating buttons and
swiches to direct the robotic activities. Printed plans and text are scattered around the
bases of their chairs.] BRAIN: [Resigned.] It's evident that reconstructing a full-sized replacement of the machine would be impossible with the leftover materials at our disposal. In fact, we'll barely be able to build a device large enough to hold us all. PEABODY: [Dryly.] Indeed. Very evident. BRAIN: [Annoyed.] This would be a moot point, if you'd only included an option in your Wayback, to transport more then two designated people... PEABODY: [Frowning.] My dear rodent, as I have previously explained; I constructed the Wayback for the sole purpose of taking my ward on historical excursions. I never entertained any notion of using it to provide Taxi services. BRAIN: [Tiring of this.] Moving on, then; you are quite certain you can effectually recreate the flux capacitor using the diagrams without assistance? PEABODY: Eminently certain. I might point out, Brain, that I have had somewhat more experience then you, with the development and building of time-travel mechanisms. BRAIN: That's Emperor Brain! And might *I* point out; my own technological expertise is undoubtedly more up-to-date then your own. In fact, I designed this entire facility. PEABODY: I was able to deduce that, from the inconveniently small size of these controls. [Squints at his board.] Admittedly, these work stations *do* provide an abundance of room for even the largest head. As is only to be expected. [Brain turns to face Peabody.] BRAIN: [With venomous courtesy.] I certainly don't intend for you to be in any sort of discomfort, my dear Canis familiaris. If it will be of help, I'll make arrangements to have a fire hydrant installed for your use. [Peabody turns to face Brain.] PEABODY: [Irate.] Now see here, Musculus; there is no call for you to impugn my level of cultural development! I am the recipient of eight University degrees. Wherence you hold...? BRAIN: Twice that quantity of knowledge within my cranium, which I never found need to convert to diploma form! And I find your attitude extraordinarily... [They're distracted by an urgent beeping from the assembly area. Two robots, their arms loaded with fragile components, are headed directly toward each other. Brain and Peabody grab at their controls; the collision is barely averted.] BRAIN: [Chastened.] We must cease this pointless bickering, if we're to accomplish our mission! I'm sorry for any discourtesy, Mr. Peabody. PEABODY: The fault was mine, Brain. I apologize for my implied belittlement of your intellectual capacities. [They turn attention back to their work.] Now; I believe our next task is assembly of the power-conversion unit. For this we will require at least three grams of weapons-grade plutonium. BRAIN: I assure you, one gram will suffice for the unit I've designed. If you'll check the schematics... [Pullback to reveal this scene is on a monitor screen; Billie and Max are watching.] PEABODY: I have already examined them thoroughly. Do you really consider it expeditious to have power-production capabilities so close to the minimum requirement, Old Boy? BRAIN: I consider it prudent to include no more plutonium then necessary within the mechanism! *I* am fully cognizant of the hazardous nature of radioactive material, even if you... [Billie irritably snaps off the set.] MAX: [Making a wry face.] I can understand why you wanted to keep your distance from that. BILLIE: Eh, he's not always that bad. He's been really happy lately, as Emperor. He likes it when people need him an' look up to him for guidance and help. Poor guy is miserably insecure... [Further Pullback to show Billie and Max are in the palace War Room. The room's center is covered with a map of the 2015 WB Studio. Positioned on it are sliding markers shaped like Axel and the Verminator.] BILLIE: [Turning to map.] At least we know there won't be room ta bring the Verminator army back with us. It'll just be us non-metallic units, goin' up against two known enemies, and whatever other surprises may be waiting. So we gotta pre-plan the strategies fer dealing with 'em. MAX: I'm confident of our collective ability to incapasitate the Cursing One, and his Verminator. BILLIE: Yeh...I think me and Eggy can take the Verminator easy enough...and the Warners have had experience dealing with Axel. We'll just have to deal with anything else that pops up as it comes. MAX: Don't worry...if anyone else dares to rear their ugly head, I'll teach them the true meaning of the word--dah... BILLIE: You should really think about what you're going to say before you-- MAX: 'Pain'! Yeah. I'll teach them the true meaning of the word 'pain'! [He dynamically kicks the head off a nearby Verminator.] VERMINATOR: [Screwing his head back on.] Hey, vatch it, man. MAX: Sorry. [Billie gestures Max to the other side of the room; he sheepishly follows. Pullback and Up, to view the War Room through the window of Pinky's Recreation Room. Pinky and Sherman are here, happily seated on the floor. Sherman is demonstrating how to play Jacks.] PINKY: That looks easy enough! So you just pick up the jacks before the ball hits the ground? SHERMAN: Pretty much. Except that you can let the ball bounce twice on your turn, otherwise I'd have the advantage, alright? PINKY: Alright! Narf! [Sherman hands Pinky the ball. Pinky throws the ball as high as his relative physical limitations will let him, then rushes to pick up the jacks.] SHERMAN: I don't get to compete with someone else too often. Mr. Peabody and I are usually busy taking excursions to the past and such. PINKY: [Straining to hold up a pile of jacks.] Brain used to be pretty busy himself, taking over the world an' all... 'Cept now he's been busy ruling it instead... [The ball lands on Pinky's head, causing all the jacks he's holding to fall on him. Both he and Sherman break out laughing at this.] SHERMAN: [Amused.] I guess jacks wasn't made with mice in mind." [Concerned when Pinky doesn't respond, Sherman picks him up, removing the pile of jacks.] Are you alright? PINKY: [Laughing, but dazed.] I think so Sherman, but how can sleep before I see Esta? SHERMAN: Heh-heh... That reminds me of something Mr. Peabody might say. PINKY: [Recovering.] He would? Usually Brain would bop me for saying such a thing... SHERMAN: [Sympathetic.] That's too bad. I have to admit, sometimes Mr.Peabody can be hard to get along with, too. He has to do everything his own way. If anyone suggests he do something differently, he'll really put them down. PINKY: *Sigh* ...and Brain is always calling me stupid or insulting me in big-wordy ways. At least I think he does... A lot of the time I can't understand what he's saying. SHERMAN: And Mr. Peabody makes up these awful puns! There was this one about Issac Newton's brother inventing a famous cookie... [Grimaces.] I can't even say it! PINKY: Sometimes I'll do something smart...like this one time when I plugged in a machine Brain had made and all these little robots marched to the White House...but no matter how hard I try, it seems Brain will always think of me as the dumb one... as... SHERMAN: No matter how grown-up I get, Mr. Peabody will always regard me as a kid... as... PINKY & SHERMAN: ...his permanent Sidekick. [Pinky and Sherman stare at each other, and sigh in unison.] SHERMAN: [More upbeat.] On the other hand, if it weren't for Mr.Peabody, I wouldn't have been able to go on all those time-travel adventures! PINKY: [Also brightening.] Brain and I have been to places I never would have visited on my own. Mostly because I'd never heard of them. SHERMAN: Once we were in Camelot, when it was being attacked by a fire-breathing dragon. We fed it a big piece of my bubble-gum, and it blew a huge bubble filled with hot air, and floated away! PINKY: Once Brain and I climbed a mountain, to get to a Summit Meeting of World Leaders. Only we kept falling back to the base... Finally we hitched a ride on an eagle, and almost got eaten, and when we finally made it to the Meeting, we accidentally froze ourselves! It was really fun! SHERMAN: Another time, Mr. Peabody and I were locked inside this sinking ship. Mr. Peabody found a crate of goldfish bowls, and we put the bowls over our heads so we had air to breath! PINKY: Brain and I were in a situation like that once. We hijacked a sub, but some meanie was trying to blow us up. We'd have both drowned if not for Brain's quick thinking! SHERMAN: Mr. Peabody always has a plan! He's... PINKY: Brain never runs out of ideas! He's... PINKY & SHERMAN: ...a Real Genius! [Pinky and Sherman stare at each other, then collapse on the floor laughing, scattering the jacks.] [Pull back and up through the outside window, to show an exterior view of the palacial abode and the surrounding gardens. Through the gardens, Mad Ralph is relentlessly chasing the Warners.] [We fade to the next morning. The sun rises over Brain's Utopia, greeting a peaceful, average-looking day. But as we pan to the Dubbas' crevice, we see that something is amiss. They're gathered around the cryonic tube. The Lead Dubba steps up to the head of it.] LEAD DUBBA: Now, my loyal subjects, the time of the reckoning is at hand! As of today, it has been exactly 1,010 years, 9 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days since that vile mink [the rest seem to shudder at the very mention of the word] corrupted our most holy network. But now, as of this glorious day, things are to change for the better! A new age will dawn--an age in which Dubbas rule supreme--as we are led triumphant by our Great One...the original MICHIGAN J. FROG! [With this, he dramatically throws open the cryonic chamber. All gather around to peek in, filled with anticipation and curiosity. The Lead Dubba peers in, too. They all gasp. We see why--inside is nothing but an ordinary green frog, sitting on all fours on top of some ice in the chamber. He lets out a little belch of a croak.] DUBBA # 1: [Starting out sardonic, and becoming increasingly angry.] So this is our Great One, eh? Well, if this isn't one to call out the neighbors for...we've been waiting 1,010 years, 9 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days for a plain, ordinary, run-of-the-mill, lousy...freaking...BATRICHUS! [He grabs the cryonic tube and smashes it against the wall, the frog inside narrowly escaping. He leaps into the Lead Dubba's hands.] LEAD DUBBA: Um...eh-heh...there's no need to get upset...er...I'm sure this is just a trick...um...to test our loyalty! Yes...yes, the Great One is clever... DUBBA #1: Ah, (bleep) you, ya buggin' know-it-all. Your "wait and it shall come" approach has obviously failed us all. Now I say it's time for action! "Kellner helps those who help themselves," right? I say we lay siege to the humans' kingdom, and take control *NOW*! Who's with me? [The rest of the Dubbas cheer. They run off to prepare for the battle, trampling the Lead Dubba in the process. The frog hops out of his hand. When the Dubbas are all gone, the frog hops up to the flattened Lead Dubba. He stands over him, and the two observe each other for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, the frog pulls a hat and cane out of nowhere and begins to sing and dance.] MICHIGAN: [Singing] [The Lead Dubba stares unbelievingly for a moment, then goes running off into the adjacent room, where we see the other Dubbas picking out weapons. He grabs Dubba # 1 and drags him to the next room. We cut to Michigan, finishing his song, his hat in one hand and cane in the other.] MICHIGAN: [Singing] [He shoves the accessories behind his back and resumes his "ordinary frog" stance just as the two Dubbas enter. The Lead Dubba attempts to coax him to dance again. After a few seconds of this, Dubba # 1 becomes even more peeved, and smashes the Lead Dubba's head with his fist. He marches off grumpily. As soon as he vanishes, the frog again puts on his act.] MICHIGAN: [Singing] [The Lead Dubba again jumps up and again grabs Dubba # 1. He's obviously not pleased at being dragged back to look at the frog again, but finally gives in.] MICHIGAN: [Singing] [Crouches back on all fours, again just as the two Dubbas enter. This time, the Lead Dubba, resigned to his fate, allows Dubba # 1 to grab him, turn him upside down, and ram him head first into the ground. Dubba # 1 storms off. The frog gets back up again.] MICHIGAN: [Singing] [The Lead Dubba, with his head still partially-implanted in the ground, sighs.] [Pan to show a panoramic view of the glories of Brain's Utopia. The view descends down toward a tour vehicle, hovering across the landscape, on a farewell tour of the empire. Cut to the interior. Mad Ralph is driving, the others are eagerly watching the scenery. Billie seems to have taken charge of the tour; Brain is sitting by himself, solemnly looking out a window, pondering...] BILLIE: As ya can see, each of our main cities around the world is of monolithic proportions. So huge, that they actually hold what's left the entire world population, with plenty a room to spare! MAX: This is overwhelming. Is there any practical reason behind such city planning? BILLIE: Of course, Natch! Doing so has helped gather together what's left of the world population, and... [Smiling at Pinky.] It leaves plenty of room for future expansion. [Realizing, she takes a quick glance at Brain. He's so lost in himself that he doesn't even respond. She lets out a sigh of relief.] Anyways, we've also integrated each city with an elaborate system of gardens, which not only give an aesthetically pleasing feel, but also have a practical use in waste disposal, air and water filtration, not ta mention supplementing the food supply. WAKKO: Faboo! PINKY: Oh! Can we head over to the bridge, Ralph? Plee-eee-ease? MAD RALPH: Daaah, okays! PEABODY: Bridge? What use would a bridge serve, when your transportation systems have hover capabilities? BILLIE: Not this bridge, which I might add, was Pinky's idea! [Grins.] And there it is! [From inside the touring vehicle, we see a high-tech looking bridge extending from the land and vanishing into the horizon. The bridge bears little remblance to its modern counterparts; it has no road, but instead consists of interconnected rings which form a long tube. A sign at the bridge's entrance reads: "The Trans-Pacific Bridge."] DOT: Trans-Pacific Bridge? That does sound like something Pinky would think of... BILLIE: It's part of our mass transit system. These things run all over the entire planet, connecting each major city. By using spacial distortion waves to hyper accelerate anything that enters the system, we can travel all over the planet with ease. PEABODY: So I see... BILLIE: Oh, you *will* see... Mad Ralph, enter the mass transit gateway. MAD RALPH: Daaah, okays... [The vehicle turns, and heads toward the gateway.] WAKKO: [Pointing to the moon, just above the bridge.] What's that thing hanging off the moon? PINKY: Oh, that's just the lunar elevator thingie... ALL: Lunar elevator??? BILLIE: Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time. We needed additional resources for our projects, and the moon seemed as good a place as any. We just required a convenient way to get the stuff down here. PEABODY: Truly, the level of achievements you three have attained in so short a period of time is astounding, almost chilling... [The craft stops moving, and lines up with the transit system.] SHERMAN: Yeah, and that amusement park was great! The rocket sled through the center of the Earth was unbelievable! PEABODY: Indeed, Sherman, but I was not so impressed by the technology itself, than by the social circumstances which must necessarily exist for such things to be made. How did you motivate the people to help with such tasks that most would declare impossible? BILLIE: It wasn't *that* hard. Once the ball was rolling, everyone was quite eager to help. MAD RALPH: Holds on... [Everyone stops talking as they pass the first ring of the acceleration tunnel. From the passenger's view, the outside world seems to elongate, dramatically stretching away from them. For a few seconds, an intense, even frightening feeling of vertigo overcomes everyone. Instantly, everything snaps back into place as they accelerate through the tunnel. Through the windows, it seems they are enveloped in a glowing, swirling blue shaft.] SHERMAN: This is even *better* then than rocket sled! MAX: [Eyes shut tight, and gritting his teeth.] So... what else have you three done? BILLIE: [Also affected by the intense velocity.] We reinstated new and improved Acme Labs all over the Earth, diseases and ailments have all been eradicated, we've begun interplanetary colonization... PINKY: [Obviously enjoying the ride.] But that's not all! ZORT! We also have new and improved national landmarks! BILLIE: [Gasping for air.] And they're not *all* statues of Eggy, either... Pinky and I rebuilt all sorts of new monuments, since the old ones were long gone. WARNERS: [Whose faces are all peeled back.] Any monuments of us? PINKY: A few... Poit! YAKKO: A world where we have our own monuments! This place really is flawless... And to think, Brain would give up all this just to bring us back home! DOT: Hey, where is Brain, anyway? WAKKO: Yeah, were'd he run off to? [Exiting the system, they come to an instant stop.] BILLIE: [Catching her breath.] I know he was right here a while ago... where could he have gone? [Fade to Brain, climbing a set of stairs inside the statue of himself in the capital city. Cut to inside the head of the structure, in which are various marble statues of Pinky, Brain, & Billie surrounded by fountains, vines, and rare orchids. Brain pulls himself up onto the edge of a fountain, and sits there, looking quite depressed.] BRAIN: [V/O] So this is it. I finally conquer the world, and by tomorrow, it will never have happened. Even if I conquer the world in 2015, it will never be like this... [Brain rests his head in his hands.] No, never... Here they appreciate me. Not through means of hypnotism, or the threat of force, they actually desire my continued rule. I'm needed, wanted... [Brain slouches over even further, so depressed, he's almost shaking.] Will taking over the world again even be worth it, after this? *Sigh* Now I know how Captain Kirk felt in "City on the Edge of Forever"... [From just around the corner of the fountain, a small, shadowed figure walks up behind Brain. Coming in to the light we can see that it's Billie.] BILLIE: Hi Egghead... BRAIN: [Startled.] Billie, I thought you were still showing everyone the sights? BILLIE: We noticed you sneaked off the tour vehicle. Pinky an' I decided to let 'em finish looking around on their own. BRAIN: Oh... BILLIE: [Sitting down next to Brain.] I know what you're thinking, Eggy... BRAIN: How could you *possibly* comprehend what I'm going through? I've sought what we have here for my entire life, now I'm supposed to just give it all up... BILLIE: If it's any consolation, I don't want to go either. You'd never have let me stick around in 2015. Here, I've been able to stay with Pinky every day; that's all I could ever hope for. I'm sure he'd like to stay too; he seems to really be enjoying himself. BRAIN: So no one wants to leave. Everyone is happy here, just the way things are... [Sarcastically.] Yes, that's a *BIG* consolation... BILLIE: I just meant to say, you're not alone. We're all sacrificing something important to us. [Pinky joins the other two, leaping up onto the fountain's edge.] PINKY: [Sympathetic.] Brain, are you going to be all right? [Brain simply sighs, Pinky sits down next to him.] BRAIN: I don't know, Pinky... For a while, I'd convinced myself that I'd never have to face this day. I didn't prepare because I didn't expect it to hit me this hard... PINKY: It'll be alright Brain... We'll all still have each other, won't we? BRAIN: Yes, I suppose... BILLIE: Remember Eggy, it's for the world. BRAIN: [Holding back his tears.] I know, it's just that... It's just... PINKY: Naaarf... [Brain strains not to show any sign of emotion, he simply collapses into Pinky & Billie's arms.] PINKY: [Lifting Brain up.] Come on Brain, let's see the city one last time. [The three take the stairs to the top of Brain's statue, and take in the view. Brain, clenching a fist, finally decides what he must do.] BRAIN: [V/O] For the world... [Slow fade back to Brain's laboratory, where our heroes are gathered around the completed time machine. The device resembles a red-colored British police call box, in the tradition of Dr. Who's TARDIS.] BRAIN: Well, here it is, the completed time machine! Thanks to me *and* Mr. Peabody's superb intellects... PEABODY: Thank you... BRAIN: We shall head back to 2015 and put an end to Axel's reign of terror! [Suddenly looking depressed again.] Now, as I've told you a short while ago, this action has the unfortunate side-effect of wiping out this future timeline, with the complete loss of my utopian society. DOT: [Concerned.] Gee, Brain, are you sure you really want to do this? I mean, this place is terrific! [Yakko and Wakko nod in agreement.] BRAIN: [Gathering himself back together.] Be that as it may, Dot, Pinky and Billie... [Glancing at them; both give a bit of a smile) ...have given me... support... in overcoming my disappointment in losing my future society, as well as consolation that what we're about to do is for the best interest of the world. Besides, I'm sure that after all this is over, I shall manage to set out once again on my goal of taking over the world of 2015! Speaking of sentimentalism, I assume you've all selected a souvenir from 3024 to bring with you to remember my soon-to-be-no-more utopian society by? YAKKO: Yeah! I'm bringing back this complete collection of Animaniacs episodes! After *somebody* taped over our copies back in the water tower for an Andy Griffith Show marathon! [Yakko glances at Wakko.] WAKKO: [Grins sheepishly.] Sorry... but it had *Don Knotts*! Anyway, I want to bring this back! [Wakko pulls into the scene a rather bulky food replicator, similar to one the Jetsons might've used.] WAKKO: It's my most favorite thing about this place! That, and *Brainophonic Sound™*! [Wakko hugs the machine, looking gleeful.] BRAIN: I'm sorry, Wakko, but there isn't room in the time machine for you to bring that! As you can see, it's a very cramped space as it is. [Wakko looks saddened, then brightens up, snaps his fingers, and runs out of the room at top speed. In a few moments, he runs back, carrying several bags with him.] YAKKO: What's in the bags, Wakko? WAKKO: A bag full of trinkets I bought at the Chromedome! [Wakko holds up a T-shirt reading "I Survived Chromedome Slam-fest '24."] And the rest of the bags are a bunch of food I got from *Brainy King*! [Wakko holds up a few bags of food with a logo similar to the Burger King logo, only with "Brainy" replacing "Burger" and the bun resembling Brain's face outline.] I brought some for everybody! [He reaches into one of the sacks, and hands some food to everyone.] PINKY: Thanks, Wakko, NARF! [Pinky opens up his bag.] Mmm, garden chef salad! BRAIN: Umm, thanks for the nourishment, Wakko... so, what are you bringing, Dot? DOT: Oh, just a little something I found... [Dot pulls into the scene a young, handsome looking villager.] Helloooooo, post-apocalyptic-utopian nurse! YAKKO & WAKKO: Girls... go fig... BRAIN: [Mildly annoyed.] Dot, we can't bring this person with us! He'll have to stay here... and you'll have to bring something else! [Dot looks disappointed, and reluctantly shoves the poor guy out of the scene's shot. Dot runs out of the room and soon runs back, similar to the way Wakko ran off before.] DOT: Look what I've got! My picture taken and framed at the mall! [She holds up a framed picture of herself.] Don't I look *cute*?! [Dot grins; everyone else rolls their eyes.] BRAIN: [Holding up a mouse-sized suitcase he's carrying.] I'll be bringing my royal crown...a satisfactory memoir to this glorious period. As well as the holographic ruler technology, should the Warners get out of line. [He grins. The Warners flinch a bit.] BILLIE: [Obviously bubbling over waiting for her turn; when everyone turns to her, she happily grabs Pinky.] Heading back to 2015 with *Pinky* is the best souvenir I could ever have hoped for! [She lets him go with a little smile.] PINKY: And I'm bringing back these neat-o post-apocalyptic clothes we wore, POIT! *And* this lovely sack of jacks that Sherman gave me! SHERMAN: You're welcome, Pinky. I'm bringing this picture that me and Pinky had taken together at *Pinkyland*! [Sherman holds up a picture of him and Pinky at a Pinky-themed amusement park, Sherman wearing a pair of Pinky ears.] PEABODY: My sentimental needs aren't as high as the others, but I am bringing with me this notebook of formulae, calculations, and notations that Brain made, which may prove worthy of some leisurely perusal... MAX: Nothing for me; I'll just be reporting all of this back to my superiors at Timecop H.Q. when all this is done... [They all stare at him impatiently.] Weeell...and this cute little bubble-blower. [He pulls out a bottle of bubble fluid with a wand shaped like Brain's head. He blows a few Brain-shaped bubbles.] I have to admit, this is one of the cooler things I've seen lately...hee hee! BRAIN: Very well, then, if no one else has anything else to say, then let's be off! [ Peabody and Sherman head for their Wayback. Everyone else tries crowding into the call box/time machine, and fit... quite uncomfortably.] YAKKO: Hey! Get your hand outta my eye! DOT: Only if Pinky gets his tail out of my face! PINKY: POIT! Sorry! WAKKO: Gee, Brain, on Dr. Who, his call box looks a lot bigger on the inside! BRAIN: Well, as I've expressed to you countless times my opinion of such cheap space-time distortion effects, I felt no need to distort the laws of physics in such a manner. Now then, before we leave, has everyone remembered to use the restroom? [All look at each other, then at the call box's exit, and stumble out of the box, spilling onto the floor. The group (except Brain) heads off for the palace's restrooms, Wakko ahead of the pack, yelling *Potty Emergency!* A short time later, they all come back, and re-cram themselves into the time machine.] BRAIN: I trust then that you've all finished your business? OTHERS: *Yes*! BRAIN: And did we wash our hands? [Brain stares at Wakko while saying this.] OTHERS: *Yes*! PINKY: So, can we get going now, Brain? Uhh... Brain? [Brain looks around at the group, nervously, and brushes a few switches with his hands...] BRAIN: Heh-heh, you know, I realized I forgot to do something as well... uhh... be right back... [Brain makes his way out of the time machine, and rushes off towards the corridor where the restrooms are located. A few moments later, we hear a faint flushing sound, followed by the sound of running water... Soon, Brain returns to the time machine, and crowds his way back in.] PINKY: Umm... Brain? BRAIN: Quiet! Now, if there are no more distractions to attend to, let's get... [Brain points his finger off in some direction.] *back... to... the...* YAKKO: Aaaah, Brain, I did that bit already. BRAIN: [Startled.] Oh... then, let's just get going. [Brain presses a few buttons, and pushes a few levers; the door to the machine closes, crowding everyone in even more. A bunch of cheap, *very* low budget-looking sparks begin to emit from the time machine.] YAKKO: Gee, looks like all of $27 worth of special effects went into this thing... BRAIN: All that matters is that it gets us back to 2015! Beside, we've blown the budget on special effects long ago... [From the outside, we see the call box/time machine vanish. All the subjects of the Utopia wave. Mad Ralph, standing on a platform, smiles and turns around confidently to address his people. But his face suddenly assumes a shocked expression--a huge group of angry-looking Dubbas have broken into the city, and are standing right in front of him, prepared for battle.] MAD RALPH: Daaah...uh ohs. DUBBA # 1: Mad Ralph! We are tired of the way you humans continually oppress us! The way you constantly look at us as beings below yourselves! Deny us our basic rights! Use brute force to put down our rebellions! It ends here! You are going *DOWN*! [The other Dubbas cheer.] MAD RALPH: Wha--? Oppress youse?! Deny you your basic rightses? Use brute force? If I remembers correctly, you was da ones who useta bust into our village and beat us up and pillage all our food and supplies and bully us around and crush our fragile spirits an' all... DUBBA # 1: [Sheepishly.] Oh...um...right. But, uh...well, after you selfish humans built your little Utopia, I didn't see any invitation coming to us Dubbas to share in the splendor of your new civilization! MAD RALPH: Actually, we sent you several messages begging you to make peace and come join us...techanically... DUBBA # 1: You...did? [Dubbas # 3 taps him on the shoulder, and hands him several unopened envelopes. Dubba # 1 grumpily smashes # 3 into the ground with his fist.] Well, then...um...in that case... MAD RALPH: C'mon! Look what teamwork has done for us! Working together, we built this whole big ol' city! It standses as a monument that we cans achieve anything if we just helps each udders! DUBBA # 1: [Sounding like someone in an educational film reel who's just been set straight.] Golly, Mad Ralph...you're right! Why didn't I see this before? Why, together we can conquer anything! Thank you, Mad Ralph, for showing us the error of our ways! MAD RALPH: Awww...c'mere, youse! [He and Dubba # 1 hug warmly. The Dubbas and humans cheer, as incredibly sappy music swells up. Pull back on the Utopia against a gorgeous red sunset, and then fade to...] [The time machine, flinging through a low-budget-looking star background, one that looks like someone took black construction paper and poked holes into it... We hear a familiar voice singing over it...] FAMILIAR VOICE: [Singing] [We cut to the interior of the machine. Dot turns to Wakko.] DOT: Wakko...are you singing...? WAKKO: [Eating a fish sandwich from his Brainy King sack.] Uh...maybe. These Brainy Fish Sandwiches do strange things to me... [Dot gives him a sideways look, then slides as far away from him as she can in the overcrowded ship. The Lead Dubba's eyes poke cautiously out of Wakko's sack of food and peer around to make sure no one suspects anything. He then ducks back inside.] [The time machine emerges in its targeted year of 2015, with the same low budget fanfare as the way it left; however, the machine emerges several feet off the ground. The machine lands, with its sides bursting open and sprawling our heroes all over the ground.] PINKY: Wahahahah! Oooh, that was fun, Brain! YAKKO: [Slightly in pain.] Ooof, geez, Brain, you could've at least spared *some* of that $27 for something like *target control*! BRAIN: Better that we landed several feet *above* ground than *below* it! [The gang look around, and realize they've landed just outside the WB Studio; however, the WB Studio sign's been replaced by a sign reading: "Axel's Place."] YAKKO: *Axel's Place*? Sounds like a low-budget children's show...or a 1960's soap opera... MAX: It certainly looks like Axel's kept himself busy, as Peabody's described. Shall we put our plan into action; Billie? BILLIE: *Ahem* ... The two of us feel that Pinky, Eggy, and I should head off to track down the Verminator's whereabouts, and the Warners and Max can handle Axel. I guess Peabody and Sherman will have to be backup for now, if and whenever it is that they show up... BRAIN: Very well, then, let's be off! [The two groups split up, and go their separate ways. The Warners, led by Max, head toward the center of the studio, while the mice head toward the WB network building.] [We fade in to the Warners and Max, walking to the center of the studio; Wakko's eating from a box of Brainy King fries, and dragging his sack alongside. Suddenly, the same familiar voice begins emanating from the bag.] FAMILIAR VOICE: [Singing] [The four look questioningly at each other.] MAX: Uh...Wakko...? WAKKO: [Observing the bag.] Hey...my food is singing! [He throws away the box of fries.] That's it...no more French Fried Brains for me... [He tries to peek inside the sack, but something inside pulls it back shut. Then, suddenly, the sack begins to run away!] Wait! Come back! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! You sing very nicely! Can't I just please have one more Brainy Nugget? [He goes running after it. The rest follow.] DOT: No, Wakko! Let it go! MAX: I've heard of fast food, but...this is ridiculous! [Turns to Yakko.] Hey, that was pretty funny, eh? C'mon, tell me the truth...think I could do comedy? YAKKO: [Pats Max's shoulder.] Don't quit your day job. [Cut to the mice; as they enter the WB network building. We see TV monitors everywhere displaying the "all-Axel" lineup.] BRAIN: [Glancing at a monitor playing Eddie Murphy's The Nutty Professor.] Ugh...I'm not sure what's worse: this *being* a remake of a *Jerry Lewis* film, or the relentless fat jokes... We must bring an end to this fiasco quickly! PINKY: I dunno, Brain, I kind of like it... [Stares at an episode of The P.J.'s.] Wahaha! Oh, Fox didn't know what they were losing... [Brain grabs a nearby remote control and raises it menacingly above Pinky's head. But before he can carry through, Billie taps him on the shoulder nervously.] BILLIE: Er...Eggy...as much as I hate to spoil your fun, there's somebody here to see you... [Brain whirls around questioningly, to find a giant figure looming over him...] VERMINATOR: Hiya, Braaainy. Mizz me? BRAIN: [Gulps.] Oh, dear. [We cut to the Warners, following a trail of spilled fast food.] DOT: Are you sure the sack when this way? MAX: [Picking up a half-full soft drink.] Yep. Look, here's a Soft Brain! YAKKO: [Picking up a burger on an extra-thick roll.] And here's a Buns on the Brain! WAKKO: Then everything's accounted for, except my Brain Juice! MAX: I wonder which way we should go now... VOICE: Hey! I thought I sent you (bleep)s off into the (bleep)ing year 3024! [The group turns around, and sees that it's Axel, wearing his usual Detroit Lions jacket, T-shirt, and jeans.] AXEL: Well, you're too late to stop me and my (bleep)in' plan! I've still got my Verminator runnin' around here *someplace*! YAKKO: [Whispering to the other two.] Ok, sibs, here's the plan: we do that 'two places at once' gag on Axel again, and *then* drop anvils on him! It can't fail! DOT: Yakko, I was just thinking... Maybe we *should* learn a few new gags... or at least use some of our lesser-used ones. WAKKO: [Giggling.] But it's so much fun! And it's funny! I mean... two places... and we're there... and here... and... it's impossible... and... um... er... [Wakko's giggling slows down and stops.] Gee, I guess it *is* kind of lame, huh? YAKKO: Eh...we're gonna have to conference. Max, could you cover for us? MAX: Sure! I'll handle him! [The Warners huddle. Max winds up, and starts pulling a flying kickboxing move on Axel, only for Axel to assume a "goofy" parody of a karate pose, and make various whooping noises. Axel dodges Max's flying kick, sending him sprawling onto the ground.] AXEL: Ha! I've watched every (bleep)in' Van Damme film! I *know* you always pull the same judo (bleep) to *every* villain! MAX: [Getting off the ground.] Looks like *I* need to adapt a few new tricks as well, Yakko... [He joins the huddle. Axel looks on, wondering what they're talking about. Dot pokes her hand up to wave Axel away from the group. Finally, the huddle breaks up.] AXEL: [Doing that "heh-heh-heh" laugh of his again.] So, how do you (bleep)s think you're gonna stop ol' Axel here? Move into *three* places at once? Oh, no, no, I know! You're gonna start hurling *pies* or mallets or some (bleep)... or start doin' a bunch 'a pointless (bleep)ing celebrity imitations, right? YAKKO: Aaaactually, not really. Sibs? WAKKO & DOT: Fight! [The Warners assume their Super Strong Warner Siblings poses, and a bunch of transformation sparks begin to emerge, á la from that episode... the SSWS theme music begins playing.] YAKKO: POWER OF THE BLOWFISH! WAKKO: POWER OF THE ANTEATER! DOT: POWER OF THE PLATYPUS! The characters transform into their SSWS outfits, complete with those goofy helmets.] YAKKO: Let's get 'im, sibs! WAKKO & DOT: RIGHT! [The SSWS theme music plays in full-force, with the Warners flying into the air, and landing on the goofy-karate-parody-posing Axel, who starts whooping loudly. A fight cloud breaks out, and as it clears somewhat, we see Axel hurling our heroes into a wall with a crudely-painted mural on it reading "Catch the Late, Late Night Show with Axel Foley, Tonight On the W-(bleep)ing-B!"] YAKKO: Who knew that Axel had actual fighting skills? DOT: Or that he was actually still young enough to keep up this pace? [Off-screen, we hear Axel yell, "I heard that, ya (bleep)s!"] YAKKO: Well, we've gotta keep tryin'! Let's go, sibs! WAKKO & DOT: Right! [Another flip through the air is done, with the SSWS music continuing... the Warners ram into Axel at full force, and another fight cloud breaks out; soon, we see the Warners sending Axel flying towards a wall with a fading logo for "The Big Cartoonie Show" on it. The plaster cracks off, revealing logos for "Animaniacs" and "Pinky & the Brain" underneath. Axel looks dazed.] WARNERS: [Posing.] FIGHT! [They remove their helmets, and change back to their regular clothes.] YAKKO: Great idea, Dot, using this gag! WAKKO: Yeah, it was lots more fun than just being in two places at once again! DOT: Gee, thanks, guys! [Dot grins.] [Axel, still conscious, lumbers up from the ground, his clothes tattered, and lurches towards the Warners.] AXEL: You (bleep)s thought you could stop me with that dumb 'Power Rangers' thing? This time, I'm gonna find a way to send you (bleep)s all the way ta one (bleep)ing million years from now, where you'll *never* come back! [Seemingly out of nowhere, a fair-sized anvil lands on Axel's head, stopping him dead in his tracks.] YAKKO: Hey, who threw that anvil? [The Warners turn, and see it was Max... sweating profusely and looking a tad tired.] MAX: Boy! Those anvils look a lot heavier than the way you guys make them look on your show! [The Warners begin giggling at this gag-usage by a friend. Max walks towards our group; however, the strain of having lifted the anvil and the earlier kickboxing moves has caused his shirt to rip off down the middle. Max removes the tattered clothing, revealing his muscular torso.] DOT: (Yelling) *HELLOOOOOOOOO, NURSE!!!* [Dot starts hopping around the scene wildly at the sight of Max, pulling her ears, causing her head to rotate, and begins slamming her head against a nearby lamppost.] YAKKO: Uhh, I think all this might be endangering our rating, here... Wakko? [Wakko reaches into his souvenir bag, and pulls out one of the Chromedome souvenier T-shirts, and sticks it on Max; Dot quickly calms down.] WAKKO: Well, that was pointless. [Dot looks at him with an annoyed, yet out of breath look.] DOT: [Huffing and puffing.] Thanks, guys... I wouldn't want to endanger our 'family friendly' status. YAKKO: [Towards camera.] That's right... and remember, kids, just say *no* to shirtless cops... shirtless cops *aren't cool*... DOT: Says *you*... [Max looks at the Warners, looking *very* perplexed... He walks over to the still-anvilled Axel and lifting the anvil from his head, he pulls Axel to his feet and handcuffs him.] MAX: Under violation of Temporal Code #237-A, Subsection B, Paragraph 3, and for beating that *bleep* joke to death, I hereby place you under arrest... AXEL: Aw, (bleep)! [As our four heroes prepare to take Axel in, some eery maniacal laughter erupts around them. The five glance at each other fearfully.] [Fade to the mice. The Verminator is bewildered, with metal hands pressed to either side of his head. Brain looks triumphant.] VERMINATOR: [Á la Vinnie Barberino.] I am zo confeeeewwssed! PINKY: Egad, you did it Brain! Uh...what exactly what did you do, again? BRAIN: [Smug.] I confounded him with quadratic imponderables. BILLIE: [Poking her head out from behind the Verminator, where she's busily unscrewing the repair access plate.] He did a good job of it, too! I didn't have ta use any of my back-up *definite integrals*. BRAIN: [Rather proud.] Thank you for your accolades...but at any rate, we have to get to work on that robot! PINKY: And, uh...one more question, Brain...? BRAIN: [Impatient.] Yes? PINKY: What are we doing to the--? BRAIN: In the time-honored tradition, we are reprogramming the Verminator to be a "good guy." PINKY: Oh...POIT! BRAIN: Now let's hurry...the Warners may need our help! [Quick zoom across the Studio back to the Warners and co. The voice is now speaking in spooky tones.] EVIL VOICE: You Warners think you're so wonderful and funny, do you? Well, I represent all of your worst nightmares. My beliefs are founded on all the shows that *SHOULD* have been successful, had you talentless brats not gotten in the way. Jamie Kellner is our great prophet! And once you and those meddlesome mice are out of the way, his glorious vision shall be realized! Detention...BRATS of the Lost Nebula...Waaaynehead. [He cackles.] WAKKO: [In genuine horror.] You monster! [The laughter grows even more menacing. Suddenly, a bouncy instrumental lead-in pipes up, and a second, familiar voice begins singing again.] FAMILIAR VOICE: [Singing] EVIL VOICE: [Sounding not so much evil as highly deranged.] AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! Enough! Shut up! [Our heroes (and villain) reel around in the direction of the voice, to find the Lead Dubba, strangling a perfectly ordinary-looking frog. The frog glances pathetically at them and lets out a belch of a croak.] YAKKO: Eeeh...are you...okay? LEAD DUBBA: I'm fine! Fine! [Setting Michigan down, and bowing to him.] A thousand apologies, oh Great One...I was overwhelmed in the heat of the moment! Please recall, that I am the only one to have stuck by you. [Hastily.] Not that I'm saying you're obliged to me or anything...but, um...I do beg your forgiveness, sir! Oh, words cannot express how sorry I am... [Michigan again lets out a bizarre little croak.] MAX: Listen, we could get you some help... LEAD DUBBA: [Shoving MJF back into the sack and lunging at Max.] I don't need your help! I have the Great One! The Great One will make everything alright! [He grabs Max and begins smashing his head into a wall repeatedly.] MAX: Ow! What th--cut it out! Geez...it's not bad enough that I only get three lines in this thing...now I've gotta take physical ab--OUCH! [Again, MJF's voice begins eminating from the sack.] MICHIGAN: [Singing] [The Warners plop down on some nearby debris. They glance over at Axel, who shakes his head in bewilderment. Then they look up and stare with blank expressions at the Lead Dubba beating Max.] MICHIGAN: [Still singing from inside the sack] DOT: [After watching silently for awhile.] Say...figure we oughta do anything to help Max? YAKKO: Oh, right! I knew we were forgetting something! [He hops off the debris.] C'mon! [The other two jump up and follow him.] [They walk up behind the Lead Dubba. Max looks overjoyed as his eye catches Wakko holding a mallet over the Dubba's head. But suddenly, a high-pitched scream pierces the air.] VOICE: [Offscreen; familiar female voice.] Help! Help! [Wakko drops his mallet, and he and Yakko dash over to the spot where the voice is originating--a prop storage closet behind a sound stage. They open it up, to find Minerva Mink standing, tied up. She's wearing pretty much the same outfit as early, but sans the jacket.] YAKKO & WAKKO: Hellooooo, bound-and-tied Nurse! YAKKO: Mind if we lend a hand? DOT: Hmph. Well, I guess it's up to me... [She grabs the mallet, and smashes the Lead Dubba flat. Max slumps into her arms.] DOT: [Rubbing his hair tenderly.] There, there...it's gonna be aaaaalright... MAX: My...my hero! [As the brothers drool over Minerva and their sister dotes on VanDamme, Axel tries to slink quietly away. The Lead Dubba pops back up, right in front of him.] LEAD DUBBA: FOOLS! You cannot defeat me that easily! *I* am fighting for the Great One! And now, you shall see the *FULL POWER* of the Great One! Great One...come to my aid! MICHIGAN: [Singing; inside the sack] LEAD DUBBA: [Furious.] No, don't sing! [Hastily.] Not to claim greater knowledge than you, of course, my Master...but, um...I would...greatly appreciate your aid in our Holy War-- [Suddenly, a blast comes flying from behind him, sending him crashing forward. We see the Verminator standing, gun still poised and smoking, with the mice sitting on his shoulders.] VERMINATOR: [Deadpan.] Vell, you know vhat dey say about war...eet's-- AXEL: [Looking at the felled Dubba.] (Bleep)! VERMINATOR: Yah, daht's right, dey say, "War is (bleep)." AXEL: No, I mean, (bleep)! Look! [Everyone crowds around and looks as the Dubba again struggles back to his feet.] VERMINATOR: Wow...heee's tuff. Daht's my heaviest firepower. YAKKO: Looks like it's time to pull all the punches! C'mon, gang, let's get 'im! [They surround the Dubba and circle around him. The soundtrack for the whole fight scene is Michigan singing an inordinately slow rendition of "Here's That Rainy." Max does a flying kick, dramatically soaring against a cheesy "moving background" for a ludicrously prolonged amount of time. The Dubba simply catches him, crumples him into a ball, and throws him against a wall.] MAX: [Bruised, battered, and defeated.] Time to face facts...I'm really getting too old for this... DOT: Hey, you can't do that to him! Come on, guys--let's teach him a lesson in cartoon physics! [They run up to the Dubba and begin pulling the usual shenanigans, in rapid succession--smashing him with mallets, dropping weights and anvils, each appearing in a half dozen places simultaneously, and even resorting to more crude forms of violence like explosives. He doesn't budge. Finally, sick of their horseplay, he picks them up, and throws them one by one to join Max embedded in the wall.] YAKKO: Ugh...whhadaya say, sibs...I think he's learned his lesson... [The Verminator charges the Dubba. They have a prolonged fistfight, and the Verminator gets some good slugs in.] LEAD DUBBA: Hey, uh, don't look now, but...your floppy drive is showing. VERMINATOR: [Alarmed.] Vhat--? [Looks down; the Dubba throws him a hard uppercut, and he goes flying high through the air, ultimately crashing in front of the others.] Oh, I fell for dah oldest trick in dah boook...I feel zo used... BRAIN: Well, I guess it's up to us...um... [The Dubba looms over them, sneering at their puny size.] LEAD DUBBA: So...I finally get to face you tiny upstarts face to face. You have no idea how long I've looked forward to this... [Laughs.] Well, I don't suppose this should be too difficult... BRAIN: [Smiling wryly.] Oh, no? [We cut to the Warners and Max. We hear a few violent smack / punch sound effects. Then, the mice come smashing into the wall as well.] BRAIN: Hrm...well, perhaps he was right... YAKKO: *NOW* what? MAX: Well, we *CAN'T* give up and let him kill us all...we'll just have to keep fighting! VERMINATOR: Vunderful... [The whole troop bombards the Dubba, all fighting him in their own ways. He beats them off, one by one, and they repeatedly come back for more. They look worse and worse for the wear; he looks completely unfazed.] MICHIGAN: [Still singing] [We pan to Minerva, who has managed to slip the ropes off herself, and now stands by looking quite annoyed.] MINERVA: Oh, *COME* *ON*! How long am I supposed to stand here watching this? [She marches over to the Dubba, and simply smacks him over the head with a rather small-looking purse. He instantly collapses. She calmly straightens her shoulder strap.] I trust you'll at least be able to handle things from here? [The group nods in awe.] Good...now if you'll excuse me, I've got a network to set straight...ciao! [She begins to stroll off.] LEAD DUBBA: [From the ground; weakly.] Wait. MINERVA: [Spinning around.] Hmmm? LEAD DUBBA: Mink...you have always been the most hated being known to us Dubbas...for what you did to...the network. But now that I stop to think of it...a thousand years is a long time to carry a grudge over something silly like a TV network. Actually, I've never seen Waynehead or any of those other shows. I was just going on the stories told to me by my father, and...his father before him. MINERVA: [Not understanding a word of this.] Ah? LEAD DUBBA: But...now that I'm here in 2015...do you think maybe...just maybe...I could get my own TV show? MINERVA: *You*...want a TV show? LEAD DUBBA: I'll tell you my deep, deep secret...way down inside, all my life, I've secretly...wanted to be...a star on the screen. VERMINATOR: [Suddenly springing up.] You too?! *I'VE* alvays vanted to be a staar on da screen! LEAD DUBBA: You have? Oh, I thought I was the only one! [The two embrace.] MAX: What do you say, Minerva? Does the Studio wish to take these two convicted time felons in as its newest stars? MINERVA: Well, scheduling a sitcom with the two could help us complete the three hours a week of "mismatched buddy" comedies mandated by the FCC...sure, why not! [Lead Dubba and the Verminator high-five happily. Cut to a Sound Stage of the 2015 WB Studio--a set made up as a very messy room. Verminator and the Dubba stand in the middle of it, reading from scripts.] VERM: Oh, Olaf, how can you live like thees? Your room looks just like a swaamp! LEAD DUBBA: Aw, loosen up, Frederick! What about that 'NASA Clean Room' of yours? It's unnatural! VERM: I am not natural--I'm a robot with a brain the size of a jumbo watermelon. And it's a mystery even to me, how we can manage to co-exist in the same house! LEAD DUBBA: Yeah? And I don't know how we've been able to stay friends for so many years! BOTH: [Smiling.] But we have! VOICE OFFSTAGE: Okay--that's the scene! [A grown-up Skippy, in red baseball cap, walks up to them. On the back of his jacket is emblazened, 'The Oddest Couple Yet.'] SKIPPY: Great rehearsal, guys! But put more feeling into your lines, Verm--your preformance is too mechanical. And Dub, not quite so agitated--try to be less jumpy. BOTH: Yeeeees, Mr. Squirrel. [They smile contentedly at each other.] [Fade to Timecop H.Q., where we see Axel, Max, the mice, and the Warners, talking to Ruford.] RUFORD: [To Axel.] For destroying our time sled technology, threatening to bring on the apocalypse, and for beating that *bleep* joke into the ground, we have no choice to sentence you to one of the worst punishments possible before we send you back to your native time... YAKKO: Watching golf? WAKKO: Watching Acquaintances? DOT: Watching Acquaintances *play* golf? RUFORD: Worse...since Axel here is so interested in the future of cartoon characters, we hereby sentence him to watch *every* direct-to-video sequel made between 1999 and 2015! Enjoy! AXEL: What?! *NOOOO!* BILLIE: Um...not to interfere in the distribution of justice, but even after all Axel's put us through...doesn't that seem like a bit much? PINKY: Yes, couldn't you go just a *bit* easier on him? That just sounds *too* cruel! AXEL: [Nervously.] Um, yeah, *too* (bleep)in' cruel! YAKKO: Just *how* many sequels to The Land Before Time are there by now, anyhow? RUFORD: Ahhh...57. [The Warners shudder.] Alright...you do have a valid point. I'll see that his punishment's reduced to merely watching the entire Land Before Time, the sequels to NIMH and Space Jam series... [He holds up a DVD box.] How's Secret of NIMH 8: Timmy Takes Manhattan sound to you, Axel? AXEL: Timmy Takes Manhattan?! Aw, (bleep)! [Ruford hauls Axel off; Max turns toward the Warners.] MAX: Thanks for your help, Warners...we couldn't have done this without you! WARNERS: Aww, thanks! YAKKO: Say, I can't but help feeling that we've forgotten something...or someone... [Someone clears his throat. They all turn around to see--] PINKY: Peabody and Sherman! Where have you been? [The two are sitting in chairs against the wall.] PEABODY: My apologies for not being able to assist you...unfortunately, we were taken in for speeding. SHERMAN: [Nods.] We got busted. OFFICER: Alright, you two...since this is your first offense, we'll let you off with a slap on the wrist. C'mere! [The two walk offscreen with him hesitantly. We hear a smack sound, and Sherman comes walking back holding his wrist, sulking.] PEABODY: [Offscreen.] No, please, I have very delicate--OUCH! [He walks back onscreen to join Sherman.] [Grumpily.] Well, I suppose we'd best get going home...and from now on, we stick to traveling to the past! SHERMAN: Right! Hey, do you think we could go to the opening of a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta tonight? PEABODY: [Looking at his watch.] Hm...I suppose...but you'll have to eat your dinner quickly or we'll be late. SHERMAN: But...how can we be late if we have a--? [He stops, shrugs, and walks off
after Peabody.] Bye, Warners! Nice meeting you, Pinky! DOT: [To Brain.] What do you think happened to the Utopia, Brain? BRAIN: [Wistfully.] Well, there is one time travel theory that states that once a timeline exists, it is inevitable to occur, even if the events that led up to it were prevented--it will simply find some other way of coming about. Mere science-fiction speculation, of course. But...the thought that somewhere, somehow in the timestream, Mad Ralph and his clan are experiencing a time of peace and prosperity unparalleled anytime before or after, and attribute it to me... [Shaking himself out of it.] Even though it's impossible, of course. But it's a pleasant little fancy... YAKKO: Well, while this has all been fun, I think we're ready to go home... [His siblings nod in agreement.] MAX: Your machine's ready, whenever you are! [He indicates the repaired DeLorean, sitting in a corner.] YAKKO: Then I guess we're off! It's been nice meeting you, Brain! [Leans over and shakes Brain's hand hard, shaking Brain in the process.] BRAIN: [Recovering himself. Gruffly.] Hmph...I'm sure this life-threatening, universe-endangering adventure was all one big romp for you three. Why don't you get going, before something else happens? DOT: [Smiling and patting his head.] Don't ever change. [The three hop into the DeLorean.] WAKKO: [Putting on a pair of sunglasses.] Floor, it baby! [The car zooms through the wall of the building, and disappears on the horizon.] BRAIN: Charming little brats, I must say... [Returning to his stern self.] Well, then, we'd best be running along... [He begins to pace off. Pinky follows obediently. Billie stands still for a moment, unsure of what to do. Brain turns toward her and clears his throat.] Can we kindly get a move on, Billie? I *DID* have plans for tonight... BILLIE: [Beaming, and then speaking slyly.] Oh? And what would those be? PINKY: Yeah! What're we gonna do, Brain? Huh? Huh? BRAIN: [Letting a little smirk sneak onto his face.] Why, the same thing we do every night...TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD! [Billie indicates something to Pinky; the two suddenly scoop Brain up on their arms and carry him above their heads.] PINKY: All hail Emperor Brain! BILLIE: The Once and Future Honcho! [They march toward the hole in the wall that the Warners left, and try to get their bearings.] PINKY: Wait, we have to go off into the sunset! Which way is the sunset? BILLIE: I think it's that way. PINKY: No, I'm pretty sure it's this way... BILLIE: No, it's that way! See that big, glowing orange thing in the sky? PINKY: Oh...right you are! [They head off in that direction.] MAX: [Smiling and turning around.] Well, all's well that ends well, I guess. I'm just glad it's all over... [Suddenly, Michigan J. Frog hops out of Wakko's sack, which is sitting on a table in the office. He begins to sing.] MICHIGAN: [Singing.] [Max blinks unbelievingly, then runs into the next room and grabs Ruford. Michigan continues singing the whole time.] MICHIGAN: [Singing.] [Max drags Ruford into the room and Michigan fluidly plops down to his ordinary frog stance. Max indicates the frog and tries to imitate the dancing style to show Ruford. Ruford shakes his head pitifully and returns to the next room. Max stares as the frog gets up on two feet again, puts on his tophat, and finishes his song.] MICHIGAN: [Singing.] --- Yakko Warner, Wakko Warner, Dot Warner, Pinky, The Brain, Billie, Minerva Mink, Ralph the Guard, Michigan J. Frog, Chicken Boo, Slappy Squirrel, and Skippy Squirrel © Warner Bros. Verminator © Warner Bros. / DC Comics. Dr. Emmett "Doc" Brown © Universal Pictures / Amblin Entertainment. Axel Foley © Paramount Pictures. Max Walker © Universal Pictures / Dark Horse Entertainment. Rufus © Orion Pictures. Sherman and Mr. Peabody © Jay Ward Productions. "Pinky & the Brain" by Richard Stone and Tom Ruegger; "The Michigan Rag" by Mike Maltese; "That's Entertainment" by Arthur Schwartz and Howard Dietz; "It Isn't Fair" by Isham Jones; "It's Only a Paper Moon" by Harold Arlen and Billy Rose & E. Yip Harburg; "Candy Kisses" by George Morgan; "I Could Drive a Person Crazy" by Stephen Sondheim; "Mona Lisa" by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans; "Here's That Rainy Day" by Jimmy Van Heusen and Johnny Burke.
Please send your reply in, postage free, to craig@toonzone.net, to help us serve you better! 1) How many fanfics have you read in the last year? __Less than 10 __Between 10 and 20 __Between 20 and you-don't-want-to-know __You don't want to know 2) Of those, how many did you print off? __Less than 3 __More than 8 __Between 5 and 9 __More than 9 3) How many of those did you print merely for the pleasure of setting fire to them? __Less than 4 __6 more than 4, but 5 less than 15 __23 less than 24, and / or 73 more than 2 __2 4) Of those that you set on fire, how many released evil spirits / demons / other otherworldly beings (excluding "Bye Bye Brainy")? __0 __More than 0 __Less than 0 5) Were you satisfied with the service of these otherworldly beings? __No, mine was very condescending. I would suggest that you fire him immediately. His name was "Bob." __Oh, I had Sharon, and she couldn't have been friendlier! True, she devoured my head, but she did it in such a congenial way! I think she's in line for a promotion! __Oh, wonderful! After he was done possessing me, he took me out for drinks and we had some grand fun and, well...things just went from there! The wedding is next week...wish us luck! __I am still in the hospital recovering from the shock of having seen otherworldly beings, and thus do not have the mental presence to reply to this survey at this time. 6) What did the burning of "Bye Bye Brainy" yield? __Pepsi One __An apparition of Clint Eastwood singing "I Talk to the Trees" __Six weeks in jail for starting illegal fires __It...it wouldn't burn! It just sat there in the flames! I can't get rid of it! It still haunts me! I can't get away from it! Why won't it leave me alone? Why-y-y-yyy? (breaks down into sobs) 7) What other things have you set fire to over the course of the last year? (check all that apply) __ Grand pianos __Grass skirts __Florist shops __Incriminating evidence 7a) If you checked "incriminating evidence," please specify. (information will be kept confidential) _________________ 8) Sex: (check all that apply) __Male __Female 9) Annual household income: __More than Bill Gates __Less than Bill Gates __I am Bill Gates. 10) I am enclosing a check for $500,000 ($1000,000 if I am Bill Gates). __Yes __Yes --- [The water tower opens up, to reveal Peabody and Sherman (!!!).] SHERMAN: Hey, Mr. Peabody...what are the chances of that Dubba's show in 2015 succeeding? PEABODY: Not very good, I'd guess... SHERMAN: Not very good? Why do you say that? PEABODY: Oh, come now, Sherman, everyone knows that a show starring a frog will eventually be certain to....croak. [A tuba blast sounds, before the door slams shut, and the last few notes of the "Animaniacs" theme play over the Amblin / WB logos.] |
