No, this isn't a new sequel... it's the original Where Do You Start,
given Da Treatment by Mike and the 'Bots. I figured it deserved it.
All me own work!
Winnie
[INT: Satellite Of Love]
TOM SERVO, MIKE and CROW are wrestling with a large barrel.
MIKE: Oh, hi! Today we're practicing the noble and ancient craft of
coopering.
CROW: Which means we're making barrels, which we can EASILY buy at any
store, and besides, there's PLASTIC barrels now, which do a much
better job of holding stuff than anything YOU could come up with,
Mike.
MIKE: Just remember who's holding the glue gun, Crow.
MIKE twirls the glue gun expertly in front of Crow's beak.
CROW: That is a really beautiful barrel, Mike.
[Intercom button flashes]
MIKE: Mrs F's calling.
PEARL: Greetings, my cowering victims. I've got something different
for you today.
CROW: Uh-oh. Last time she said that we all ended up watching "The
Best of The Love Boat" reruns.
PEARL: Oh no no no, my pet. Today, you'll be reading ...fanfic.
CROW [bravely]: We can handle any bad fanfic you throw at us, Pearl!
TOM: Yeah!
PEARL: This is not just any fanfic. This one is based on "The Real
Adventures of Jonny Quest."
MIKE (as Tom and Crow wail and sob): Maybe this won't be so bad. I
loved Jonny Quest when I was a kid.
PEARL: Oh, this isn't THAT Jonny Quest. This is a particularly
horrible incarnation of Jonny Quest that takes place 20 years in the
future. I've heard it has absolutely NONE of the elements that made
Jonny Quest so great.
BOBO: Hee, hee, hee.
MIKE throws the barrel at the screen.
MIKE: Take that, you heathen monkey!
PEARL: You're just delaying the inevitable. Speaking of which...
[Lights flash]
ALL: AAAAAHHHH!!!! WE GOT FANFIC SIGN! AAAAAHHHH!!!!
[Doors sequence]
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.
MIKE: Damn straight! Stick it to the oppressive bourgeoisie corporate
stuffed shirts!
CROW: Vive la revolutione!
Please see my disclaimer.
TOM: Disclaimer? We don't need no steenkeen disclaimer!
SAPPINESS WARNING: This story is EXTREMELY sappy, especially
towards the end; and worse still, it's based on a song.
CROW: Well, at least they warned us...
(Diabetics should take note.)
MIKE: Oh, Pe-earl? I seem to have spontaneously developed a...
CROW: Oh, Mi-ike? SHE DOESN'T CARE!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Quest team, and wish only the best
for them.
CROW: So why did you write this story then???!!!!
So there.
TOM: Neener neener.
CROW: Nyah-nyah nyah-nyah nyah nyah.
The Future (Real?) Adventures of Jonny Quest
TOM: Future or real? Make up your mind.
Where Do You Start
CROW: At the end?
by Winnie Lim
All start singing "Funny little fuzzy ol' stuffed with fluff..."
Jessica Bannon pulled up in front of the Quest mansion.
CROW: Screeeeeeeechhhhh!!!!
A trailer stood out in front, surrounded with packing cases.
MIKE (as Jessie): Damn, I'm too late for the garage sale.
As she grabbed her duffel and got out of her car, she saw a
man come out of the house. He stopped when he saw her. She walked
quickly towards him, and he met her half-way.
TOM: This is like a Harlequin Romance. Only with worse writing.
Jonathan Quest opened his arms and Jessica walked into
them, the two of them laughing as they embraced.
CROW: This is like a Danielle Steele novel. Only more annoying.
His lips brushed her cheek chastely as he released her and held
her at arms' length, looking at her.
TOM: (as Jon) Hey! You're not Jessie!
"It's good to see you again," he said, smiling. "How are
you?"
"I'm fine. How are *you?*" she asked,
TOM: I'm fine. How are you?
CROW: I'm fine. How are you?
MIKE: I'm fine. How are you?
TOM: We could go on like this forever.
MIKE: Please don't.
looking into his blue eyes with concern. There were dark circles
under his eyes, and the evidence of a healing cut on his forehead.
She had felt bristly stubble on his face when he'd kissed her, and
he'd grown noticeably thinner since the last time she'd seen him.
"I'm all right," he said.
His eyes flicked back at the house, and she saw a cloud pass across
his face
TOM: And we're expecting scattered showers and increased
cloudiness in the region of Jon's face over the next few days.
Now for some sports news...
before he returned his gaze to her.
"I know," she replied to his unspoken pain, and pressed
his wrist gently.
TOM: Just checking for a pulse, there...dammit! There it is!
"Thanks for coming," he said.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away," she said.
CROW: No matter how hard I tried to hire some.
He picked up her duffel, and they walked into the house.
Packing crates were strewn everywhere.
CROW: You get the feeling this guy won't be up for a Good Housekeeping
award anytime soon?
Jessie drew in a breath, feeling the memories come crowding in on
her.
ALL: One side, make way, hot soup, memories comin' through...
"I know," Jon said, feeling her pause. "I felt that way when
I got here yesterday."
CROW (as Jessie): You're having PMS too?
Jessie forced a smile on her face. "Let's get started."
TOM: Yes, let's! And maybe this story will be OVER sooner!
Jon put a hand on her shoulder. "You just got here. And I
need a break anyway."
ALL: NOOooo-oh-oh-oh....
CROW starts sobbing, and Mike pats his back comfortingly.
MIKE: There, there.
To be cont'd... (
geocities.com/soho)