Having hit a solid concrete wall in my finals, I decided to finish
MSTing the sequel to the misbegotten WDYS... and finding myself still
brain-blocked, decided "What the hell" and MSTed "An Ever Fix'd Mark"
too.
Winnie
[INT: SOL]
MIKE: SO what did you want to show us, Gypsy?
GYPSY: Look what I found, boys!
[She pulls a tarp off a square object.]
MIKE: Wow! A jukebox!
GYPSY: Cambot spotted it floating by and I reeled it in. Fortunately,
I had attended a course in broadcast engineering and radio maintenance
at ITT so I had it working in no time.
CROW: Let's put something on!
[MIKE drops a quarter into the jukebox and punches a button. "Joy to
the World" starts playing (the one that starts with "Jeremiah was a
bullfrog", not the Christmas song) ALL start bopping around happily.
Then the Mads light flashes.]
MIKE: Uh-oh. Pearl's calling. [pushes button] Hel-lo?
PEARL: I've got a treat for you kiddies today.
MIKE: Are you finally letting us off this satellite?
PEARL: Of course not.
CROW: Ant-free popcorn?
PEARL: Forget it.
TOM: No... movie? [MIKE and CROW look eager.]
PEARL: That's right!
[MIKE, TOM and CROW cheer and dance around. "Yay! No movie today!
Yay!"]
PEARL: However, I do have some of that fanfic you like so much.
CROW: You mean the kind where Mulder and Scully finally do it???
PEARL: *pshaw* Don't be an idiot. [speaks to offscreen] Note to
myself: Look for fanfic where Mulder and Scully finally do it. [turns
back to the screen] No, dears, I have more of the "Where Do You Start"
series for you.
M&TB: NOOOO!!!
[Lights flash.]
ALL: WE GOT FANFIC SIGN!!!
This page is created by a fan for other fans and is in no way
affiliated with, approved of or endorsed by Hanna Barbera or
Turner Productions. Please see my disclaimer.
Once again, I don't own the Quest team, and no money will be exchanged
over this.
CROW: You'd think this fact might stop the author from writing any
more of these things.
Pies, however, might be another matter.
TOM: Hey Mike, weren't you a chef at one point? Got any leftovers?
MIKE: Gee, Tom, they'd be pretty old by now. TOM: That's the idea.
See, we send the author a truckload of moldy old pies, see, and...
[M&TB form a huddle and whisper.]
PEARL's voice suddenly booms into the theater.
PEARL: HEY! NO TALKING DURING THE FANFIC!
M&TB: aaaahhhhh!
The Future (Real?) Adventures of Jonny Quest
MIKE: Still can't make up her mind, huh.
"For The First Time"
CROW: So what we have is a crappy story based on a crappy song by a
crappy 80s has-been. It's got "BAD" written all over it.
a sequel to "Where Do You Start"
by Winnie Lim
CROW: ...Who must be stopped.
The jukebox switched to a Beach Boys medley.
ALL: Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda!
CROW: Help us get out of this fanfic!
Jessica blinked, and the spell was broken.
MIKE (as Fairy Godmother): Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!
Reflexively she pulled back, both emotionally and physically.
TOM: Is it just me, or should any sentence with three words ending in
"-ly" be cause for incarceration in a mental institution?
And was immediately sorry.
CROW: ...that she had ever agreed to be in this story in the first
place.
But it was too late. Jon had let her go.
MIKE: And she wasn't wearing a bungee cord, too.
"Jon, I..."
He shook his head slightly. "Later. We'll talk about it
later. We have to finish packing."
*You chose a fine time to start being responsible,* she almost
yelled at him, but bit the retort back. It wouldn't be fair.
"You're right," she conceded. "Let's finish this packing, and
then we'll talk."
TOM: Let's hope the packing never ends!
Both feeling a little unsettled and more than a little
breathless, they retreated to their stations, she by the video
bank, he by the bookshelves. Safe in their opposite corners.
CROW: In this corner, 5 foot 6 and weighing in at 127 pounds...
JESSSSSICAAAA BAAAAANNNNN-NONNNNN!!!
MIKE: (Non-non-non-non...)
CROW: And in that corner, at 6 foot 2 and weighing in at a scrawny
158 pounds, JONNNNY.... QUEEESSSSSSTTTTT!!!
MIKE: (Est-est-est-est...)
Jessica tried to turn her mind to cataloguing the video
collection, but her mind was still on that moment. Her hands
trembled as she wrote down a label's contents.
CROW: (as Jessie) I wonder whose copy of Naughty Schoolboys Behind
Bars this is.
She suddenly realized that her heart was pounding.
MIKE: ...as she tried to figure out how she could get the tape out of
the house without Jon noticing.
Across the room, she heard a soft thud and a quiet sound of
exasperation.
TOM: Botheration!
MIKE: Gadzooks!
CROW: Sh...[Mike quickly clamps Crow's beak shut.]
MIKE: CROW! This is a G-rated MSTing!
CROW: What?? Isn't it POSSIBLE that there might be ANOTHER word
denoting frustration that begins with that sound? Is your mind SO
deep in the gutter?
MIKE: Oh. Um. I'm sorry, Crow. Go ahead.
CROW: [bleep]
MIKE and TOM: CROW!!!!!
CROW: Hee, hee, hee.
Glancing over, she saw Jon bending to pick up a book he had dropped.
TOM (as Jon): I've been searching for Race's Sports Illustrated
swimsuit issue collection for years, and it's been out here in the
open all along!
His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and she quickly looked away,
embarrassed at getting caught.
She smiled to herself.
MIKE: You know, that's usually the first sign of mental illness.
After the moment had passed, they had returned to packing with
a passion. There had fewer pauses or light moments; even when
they'd worked together to disconnect the jukebox and note its
contents, they hadn't spoken much beyond what was absolutely
necessary.
MIKE: This would be a good place for the story to end...
The packing was finished, the trailer loaded to the brim. The
jukebox had been the last thing to go into the U-Haul,
carefully secured in a well-padded corner. In the morning,
Jon was going to drive the trailer to Virginia, where he'd
leased a warehouse. Everything was to be put in storage until
they could decide what to do with it.
ALL: SNORE.
Jon and Jessica stood in the middle of the living-room. There
was nothing left to do. Except for the furniture, the room
was now bare of all the personal possessions that had made it
a home.
TOM: But I thought they were only leaving the refrigerator!
CROW: Haven't you figured out yet that continuity is not this author's
strongest suit?
The only piece of furniture that they were taking was Rachel Quest's
rocking-chair, which had stood in a corner of the living-room for
the past 24 years. Jon was going to put it in his Virginia
apartment, where he figured that it was "going to sit in a corner of
the living-room for the next 124 years."
CROW: Oh, ha ha. Excuse me while I die laughing.
They looked at each other.
"Talk?" Jon asked.
"Talk." Jessica nodded.
TOM: Talk!
MIKE: Taaaaalk...
CROW: Talktalktalk.
MIKE: Talk talk TALK talk talk.
TOM: Talk, talk-talk talk talk...
ALL: TALK TALK!
Concluded in Part 2... (
geocities.com/soho)