Posted by Harley on January 31, 1999 at 21:41:07:
This is something that has appeared in the Looney Bin. I wanted to continue it here. Several people have written parts of it, and I'll make notes as the story goes along. You know, credit where credit is due. Thanks guys!!! Enjoy!
---Written by Harley:---
As usual, Pinky & the Brain sat in their cage. Brain was working on his latest invention. Pinky, on the other hand, was staring into a blank television screen.
Suddenly, Pinky broke out in laughter.
"Pinky? What are you doing?" asked the Brain.
"Why, Brain? Can’t you see? Zort!"
The Brain looked into the screen for a second.
"No, Pinky. Please. Elaborate."
"Well, there are these two funny looking lab mice on the screen. One has big, silly willy ears and the other has a really huge head! Ha, ha, ha! Narf!"
Pinky looked carefully at the images before him as if he was in deep thought.
"Actually, they look a mite bit like us!"
A look of frustration formed on Brain’s face. He lifted the pencil, which he had been using to put his plans on paper, and brought it down on Pinky’s head.
"You dolt! Those are our reflections!"
While rubbing his head, Pinky said, "Oh! Gee! Right you are, Brain!"
Seeing no point in continuing that aspect of their conversation Brain quickly changed the subject. He lifted his invention above his head.
"Do you know what this is, Pinky?"
"I can’t say I do, Brain. Is it an automatic horse shearer?"
Brain scrunched his face.
"No, Pinky. It’s a micro-magnetic thermonuclear hypnotic device!"
"But Brain, it doesn’t looks like it’s very magnetic or thermonuclear."
"It’s my invention, Pinky. When you come up with an invention then you can name it whatever you want!"
Brain took a second to calm down.
"Can you guess what we’re going to do with this, Pinky?"
---Written by Chris Cox:---
"Errrrr ...Ummmmm... I think so, Brain...but why not just use a brick? Zort!!!"
Brain took another pause to allow his agitation to subside again before speaking
"Tonight, Pinky...the most anticipated televised sports event of the year...The Super Bowl...will take place. It will be watched by millions!!! We are going down to the television station and we are going to attach this device to the transmitter...and tonight, when everyone turns on their televisions to watch football, the transmissions from my device will hypnotize them and transmit subliminal messages telling them to follow my every command. Soon Pinky, we will be in control of the world!!!
---Written by Colin:---
"But Brain, what if people don't watch the Super Bowl?"
"Nonsense Pinky, anyone who is anyone watches the Super Bowl. Besides, this year's halftime show is supposed to be an ice cream store worker singing Culture Club's Greatest Hits. Everyone loved Culture Club back in the 80s" explained Brain.
"Zort! Culture Club! I love their song... what is it... Karma Cardigan... nono... um... Klepto Chameleon..."
"Pinky... FOCUS!" Brain exclaimed just as he was about to hit Pinky over the head with a pencil again.
---Written by Ron "The Keeper" O'Dell:---
Brain went on doing some last minute preparations as Pinky bounced about the cage singing,
"Klepto, Klepto, Klepto, Klepto, Klepto Chameleon...
You stole my hues,
You stole coooooolors!"
Brain ignored the deranged singing as he put the final touches on his work. "The device is almost complete, Pinky," he announced. "Thankfully, with Elmyra's sister being one of the dancers for the halftime show, we will have no problem getting the Micro-Magnetic Thermonuclear Hypnotic Device to the stage; it will appear to be part of her outfit. The only thing we'll need to
do, then, is to get a miniature transmitter to affix to it her. And I know just where to get one."
"From behind your ear?" Pinky suggested.
"No, but you're not entirely off the mark for once, my friend. We can get it from the Helmet Cam. Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so, Brain, and I keep telling you, Boomer is NOT a chicken! NaRF!"
"Nevermind that now, Pinky. But we must get inside Boomer's helmet, dismantle the Helmet Cam, take the transmitter, and then, when he removes his helmet at halftime, we will rush out to affix
it to this device just in time for millions of viewers to be tuning in for the Culture Club's Greatest Hits, but instead will be hypnotised into obeying me, and then, By George, we'll take over the world!"
Pinky's eyes filled with excitement. "Egad, Brain! Brilliant! Um, just a couple of little things, though..."
Brain sighed. "Besides your mind?"
"Yes. It's just, well, um, won't they notice when you dismantle the Helmet Cam thingy?"
"Of course not. The Helmet Cam never works properly."
"Oh, right you are. Poit. Then the other concern is, well, won't it be rather dangerous to be inside Boomer's helmet?"
"Nonsense, Pinky. They say he's one of the greatest quarterbacks of all time. Who could possibly cause him or us to come to harm?"
Later, at the Superbowl, Pinky and Brain peer out from inside a football helmet at several grunting, snorting, enormous defensive linesmen. They, and the quarterback with whom they ride, quiver with fear.
"B'kawk ... ."
---Written by Romey:---
"Umm... Brain? About what I said earlier... I'm beginning to think Boomer really *IS* a giant chicken... NARF!" said Pinky.
"Nonsense, Pinky. Like I said before, Boomer is one of the greatest quarterbacks of all time, he's only quivering because he's under a lot of pressure to succeed. There's no reason to call him a giant chicken!" Brain retorted.
"Actually, I was referring to the way he's scratching and pecking."
"That's nothing more than an aggrivated display intended to instill fear into the opposition, Pinky."
"But, Brain! I don't think..."
"Quiet, Pinky!"
As Pinky & Brain continued to stare out from within, a loud voice could be heard shouting, "Forty-two, sixty-six, pi! Hike!" Within pico-seconds, Boomer is crushed under every player on the field. His helmet, along with Pinky & Brain, flies off the field, crashing into the dugout. As the parametics rush in to peel the players off, one at a time, the fans are silenced by what they see...
The two mice, bruised all over, climb from the helmet to see what has grabbed the crowd's attention.
"I guess he was a giant chicken! Ha ha! NARF!" remarked Pinky, still heavily dazed from the crash. (The crowd starts jeering)
"Yes..." said Brain, in a weary tone, "This should keep the crowd distracted long enough for me to calibrate the micro-magnetic thermonuclear hypnotic device for this transmiter! But first, a short nap..." (Brain passes out)
TO BE CONTINUED BY YOU!!!