Post by Mr Fantastic on Mar 28, 2009 13:01:15 GMT -5
[The Mr. Fantastic stable is stood in a generic backyard, where hot babes in tiny bikinis are rolling around on a sheet of PVC covered in washing up liquid. Cyborg Mr. Fantastic and Chocolate Mr. Fantastic are right in front of the camera. Jell-O Mr. Fantastic, Tin Mr. Fantastic, Kung Pao Mr. Fantastic, Egg Fried Mr. Fantastic, Double Jointed Mr. Fantastic and Obese Mr. Fantastic are stood behind them fighting over a hosepipe. Cyborg, and the real Mr. Fantastic, puts on a pair of bionic enhanced sunglasses and points at the screen.]
Mr. Fantastic: The Great & Pete Trable! Oh yeah! We’re gunnin’ for them Not Good Enough To Fight Alone belts of yours, because sweet Lordy Lord do we ever exemplify the phrase ‘not good enough to fight alone.’
Chocolate Mr. Fantastic: We’ll hit you like a strange contraption combining a jackhammer with a staple gun and a screwdriver!
[Obese Mr. Fantastic pushes Double Jointed Mr. Fantastic, who falls over and twists his leg around horrifically.]
Mr. Fantastic: We don’t need to pay our dues. We are money in the bank! We are the headline on the newspaper! We are deeper than a valley, wider than a gorge and bluer than the sky above! Oh yeah! It’s true!
Chocolate Mr. Fantastic: The sun will set on your time as tag champs. Sparks will fly, ass kickings will be dealt, burgers will be eaten and the era of the Mr. Fantastics will rise from the ashes.
[After Obese Mr. Fantastic won the tug of war for the hosepipe, and has gone off to spray the bikini clad bimbos, the other Mr. Fantastics pull the wall of Cyborg and Chocolate Mr. Fantastic apart so they can get some airtime.]
Tin Mr. Fantastic: Well ya know Eugene, we haven’t even been booked yet but you can already feel the arena we compete in rumbling brother. I know what the awesome power of Mr. Fantastic feels like, it’s an awesome power sent from the God of aliens in the next galaxy. It’s the greatest power in the universe! It’s an incredible force! And when Mr. Fantastic and us clones come together, the veins on our 500 megaton pistons pumping, nobody can stop us from taking over the entire BOB! It’s inevitability motherfucker!
Double Jointed Mr. Fantastic: I’ve never felt so much electricity buzzing in the air. Ohhh yeah! I’m talking Cyborg Mr. Fantastic and Chocolate Mr. Fantastic together! And there’s the clones, yeah, the clones, yeah, the clones, YEAH! And besides that Eugene, oh yeah, there’s the secret weapon, oh YEAH!
[Obese Mr. Fantastic is now rolling around with the soapy bimbos.]
Kung Pao Mr. Fantastic: You didn’t think we wouldn’t bring the 500 megaton pistons did ya? And the last thing Great and Pete Trable are gonna see is the kiss of death Eugene. No way to stop us, oh yeah!
[Cyborg Mr. Fantastic pushes his way back into view.]
Mr. Fantastic: Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room!
[He straightens his sunglasses out and points more forcefully.]
Mr. Fantastic: I don’t care if it’s iMPLOSION, if it’s Gluttons For Punishment, The Great American Hash, MegaBrawl… it doesn’t matter what show it is! When we face The Great and Pete Trable, and good sweet googlymoogly giggity giggity goo it WILL happen, we will walk out with the gold. Oh it’s true, it’s hot diggity damn true!
[All of the Mr. Fantastic clones make a line behind the real Mr. Fantastic. Obese Mr. Fantastic leaves the bimbos and joins the lineup soaked to the bone. They all put on sunglasses and point at the screen.]
Mr. Fantastic: Great and Pete Trable… when the splash comes… you will… be wiped out!
Mr. Fantastic: The Great & Pete Trable! Oh yeah! We’re gunnin’ for them Not Good Enough To Fight Alone belts of yours, because sweet Lordy Lord do we ever exemplify the phrase ‘not good enough to fight alone.’
Chocolate Mr. Fantastic: We’ll hit you like a strange contraption combining a jackhammer with a staple gun and a screwdriver!
[Obese Mr. Fantastic pushes Double Jointed Mr. Fantastic, who falls over and twists his leg around horrifically.]
Mr. Fantastic: We don’t need to pay our dues. We are money in the bank! We are the headline on the newspaper! We are deeper than a valley, wider than a gorge and bluer than the sky above! Oh yeah! It’s true!
Chocolate Mr. Fantastic: The sun will set on your time as tag champs. Sparks will fly, ass kickings will be dealt, burgers will be eaten and the era of the Mr. Fantastics will rise from the ashes.
[After Obese Mr. Fantastic won the tug of war for the hosepipe, and has gone off to spray the bikini clad bimbos, the other Mr. Fantastics pull the wall of Cyborg and Chocolate Mr. Fantastic apart so they can get some airtime.]
Tin Mr. Fantastic: Well ya know Eugene, we haven’t even been booked yet but you can already feel the arena we compete in rumbling brother. I know what the awesome power of Mr. Fantastic feels like, it’s an awesome power sent from the God of aliens in the next galaxy. It’s the greatest power in the universe! It’s an incredible force! And when Mr. Fantastic and us clones come together, the veins on our 500 megaton pistons pumping, nobody can stop us from taking over the entire BOB! It’s inevitability motherfucker!
Double Jointed Mr. Fantastic: I’ve never felt so much electricity buzzing in the air. Ohhh yeah! I’m talking Cyborg Mr. Fantastic and Chocolate Mr. Fantastic together! And there’s the clones, yeah, the clones, yeah, the clones, YEAH! And besides that Eugene, oh yeah, there’s the secret weapon, oh YEAH!
[Obese Mr. Fantastic is now rolling around with the soapy bimbos.]
Kung Pao Mr. Fantastic: You didn’t think we wouldn’t bring the 500 megaton pistons did ya? And the last thing Great and Pete Trable are gonna see is the kiss of death Eugene. No way to stop us, oh yeah!
[Cyborg Mr. Fantastic pushes his way back into view.]
Mr. Fantastic: Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room!
[He straightens his sunglasses out and points more forcefully.]
Mr. Fantastic: I don’t care if it’s iMPLOSION, if it’s Gluttons For Punishment, The Great American Hash, MegaBrawl… it doesn’t matter what show it is! When we face The Great and Pete Trable, and good sweet googlymoogly giggity giggity goo it WILL happen, we will walk out with the gold. Oh it’s true, it’s hot diggity damn true!
[All of the Mr. Fantastic clones make a line behind the real Mr. Fantastic. Obese Mr. Fantastic leaves the bimbos and joins the lineup soaked to the bone. They all put on sunglasses and point at the screen.]
Mr. Fantastic: Great and Pete Trable… when the splash comes… you will… be wiped out!