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(There's no picture on the screen, but the audio is still there)
In the not-too-distant
future --
Somewhere in Cyberspace. --
Guardian Bob and his new found pals
Are caught in an endless chase
Servo: Just a minute!
Bob: What?
Servo: Something's wrong here.
Crow: The fact that no one can see us?
Servo: What? They can't see us? HEY MIKE!
Mike: What?
Servo: Cambot's broken.
Mike: For the love of- Servo, you're stepping on the visual cable!
Servo: Really? Oops.
(The screen pops back into view, and we can see all of the SOL)
Mike: Can we continue with the theme song now?
Servo: Sure.
Pursued by a woman who's
name is Pearl
An evil gal who wants to rule the world
Teamed up with the virus Megabyte
Together they chase them - all throughout
the day and night.
(We'll get yoooouuuuuu!)
"We'll send them
cheesy stories
The worst we can find (La La La)
Written by the fans of ReBoot
Who have way too much free time (La La
La)"
Now keep in mind the guys
can't control
Where the stories begin or flow (La La La)
They'll try to keep their sanity
Despite the lame stories and some cheap
cameo's
Robot Role Call!
Cambot (How z'it look?)
Gypsy (Makeup here!)
Tom Servo (More gum please.)
Crooooow! (It hurts!)
If you're wondering how
this happened
'Cause this plot's all out of whack (La La
La)
Just repeat to yourself, "It's just a
crossover
I should really just relax!"
For...
Mystery ReBoot Theater 4000!
Written by A_Einome
Bob: All right, now we can really begin.
Crow: Say, I didn't know you could cut off cables by stepping on them.
Servo: Me neither.
Mike: It's true. The cables are all flimsy and such.
Bob: Wow.
Crow: Perhaps we should use that to our advantage...
Servo: (overacting) But how?
Gypsy: (suddenly appearing) Well, I don't know, but Crow, maybe you should clean up the mess in the kitchen.
Crow: Mess? What mess?
Gypsy: The parmesan dijon mess.
Crow: Oh, right that... well, you see, it wasn't my fault, I didn't know water and mustard made a sticky compound that acts like Superglue!
Gypsy: Yeah, sure.
Mike: Say, Gypsy, why are you one of the least portrayed people on this show?
Gypsy: Hmm... maybe it's because I never go in and see a fic with you.
Mike: (overacting) Maybe. I wonder how that could be fixed.
(Mads light begins to flash)
Bob: The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are calling!
(Bob hits the button. Hexfield lights up)
(Widowmaker)
Megabyte: Hello, Bob. We have a very good fic today.
(SOL)
(Everyone blinks)
Servo: Did he just say-
Crow: A GOOD FIC?
Bob: But he's trying to torment us-
Crow: A GOOD FIC?
Mike: This isn't his style-
Crow: A GOOD FIC?
(Widowmaker)
Megabyte: Allow me to explain. It starts out good, but then it gets very bad.
(SOL)
Bob: I knew there had to be a catch.
Crow: A GOOD FIC?
Mike: Crow, snap out of it. He didn't mean it.
Crow: I knew something was wrong.
Gypsy: Crow, go clean up the mess.
Crow: Fine. (leaves)
(Widowmaker)
Megabyte: Now, allow me to explain its wretched details to you. See, there's-
(SOL)
Bob: (deadpan) Say, maybe now is the time to use that advantage to our... advantage.
Mike: (deadpan) Yes Bob- (normal) Say, who writes this stuff?
Magic Voice: A_Einome does.
Mike: Oh. (He steps on cable that supports the connection from the Widowmaker to the Hexfield. The Hexfield gets all blurry and static-like)
(Widowmaker)
Megabyte: Why KTCHCCH Obser KCTCHCH I HATE KTCHCH
(SOL)
Servo: Yes! Now we can't hear his stupid dialogue!
Mike: And, Megabyte? Could we take Gypsy in for a bit until Crow gets back?
(Widowmaker)
Megabyte: No you KTCHCTCHC I must KTCHCT
(SOL)
Mike: Say, I can't quite hear what he said. What did Megabyte say, Bob?
Bob: Oh, he said, "No you HTCHCTCHC I must KTCHCT".
Mike: (nudges Bob) Go with me here.
Bob: Oh, right. Well, Mike, I heard him say, "Yes, you can take Gypsy in. And thanks for blocking communications!"
(Everyone has a laugh. Megabyte gets very mad, turn to Observer, and says something)
Gypsy: Yay! I get to go! Is it hard to do?
Servo: Not really.
(Lights, sirens, etc. go off)
All except Gypsy: (panicking) We've got movie siiiiiiiign!
(Servo and Mike run into the theater)
Gypsy: What?
Bob: That means that the fic is starting.
Gypsy: Oh.
