#2620
<Mickey is sitting in the cafeteria>
Date: 01/17/2003
From: Carmelita9000
............................................................
<He decided to stop with the doctor bit, and is back in his usual clothes. He is also really hungry. He has a bowl of soup and is just about to start eating when two people approach him.>
Guy: Hey, I hope you don't mind, but it's lunchtime and all the other tables are full. Mind if my sister and I sit with you?
Mickey: Be my guests.
<The two thank Mickey and sit down. The guy puts his own bowl of soup on the table (no, I don't know where he got it all the sudden.) and starts to eat.>
Girl: Little brother, are you eating *Chicken and Stars?*
Guy: Yeah. I like it.
Girl: That's good for when you're a little baby, but you're an adult now! You need to eat an adult soup!
Mickey: Adult Soup? What, does it take its clothes off and do a little dance?
<The brother and sister look at Mickey, but they don't laugh at his little joke.>
Mickey: I'll just stay out of this.
<The girl pulls her own bowl of soup out, as well as the can it came from. She stirs the soup tantalizingly.>
Girl: See how Plehgreasso soup has big noodles, and lots of veggies? It's much better than your kid's soup.
Guy: Oh, yeah, sis? Well I was just kidding you with the Chicken and Stars!
Mickey: Now, don't knock Chicken and Stars--
Guy: I was actually gonna eat This! <He pulls out another bowl of soup, and the can that it came from> Camblah's Chunky Soup! Not only does it have a football player on the wrapper, but it's got more noodles than your stupid soup, and it's got big hearty chunks of meat! It's what Mom likes me to eat! So there!
Girl: Oh, YEAH??? <She pulls out another bowl of soup and another can>
<A half hour later. The table is covered with uneaten bowls of soup, and soup cans. The brother and sister are still squabbling, but they're getting tired.>
Girl: ...this soup also has the power to cure illness, and end world hunger.
Guy: Any soup can end world hunger if you have enough of it. My soup can teach inner-city youth the joys of reading, is a cheap but efficient source of electricity, and makes me irresistible to members of the opposite sex!
<Almost as if to prove his poin, the Nurse walks by, (remember the Nurse?) plants a big smooch on him, and then leaves.>
Guy: See? Clearly your soup doesn't cut it.
Girl: You son of a bitch...
Guy: Don't you talk about our mother that way!!
<The two stand up and clearly are about to come to blows, but Mickey, who has been listening to the entire conversation, intercedes>
Mickey: Hold it! Hold it! Hang on, now! Why are the two of you fighting about soup? Soup isn't a food of war! It's a food of peace! Soup is the food of love! The food of kings! Don't sully soup's honor by fighting about it!
Guy: She started it...
Girl: Shut up!
Mickey: Both of you shut up and sit down! <All three of them sit down.> Now, look. You two have been fighting so much over who has the best soup that now everybody's soup is cold! Is that what you wanted?
Guy and Girl: <hanging their heads> no...
Mickey: No indeed. Lucky for you, I have some of my own soup here with me. And I kept it in a thermos so that it wouldn't get cold. Now we're going to share, and all our soups will be equal. Ok?
Guy and Girl: Ok...
<Mickey pours each of them some soup and all three of them dig in.>
Guy: Oh wow!
Girl: My goodness!
Guy: This is the best soup I've ever tasted!
Girl: It really is! What is your secret?
Mickey: I made it with love, not with anger.
Girl: You are very wise!
Guy: May we follow you, that we may learn more of your wisdom, Great One?
Mickey: "Great One?" What wisdom?
Guy: "Equality to all soup!"
Girl: We were here passing out leaflets for the Holy Order of Brotherhood Omnicient, but we can quit them.
Mickey: HOBO?
Guy: They prefer to be called the Holy Order...
Mickey: Isn't that a cult?
Girl: No!
Guy: No!
Girl: Yes!
Guy: Well... Yes. But clearly you are the true giver of knowledge, Great One, and we wish to follow you! "Make soup in Love, not Anger!"
Mickey: No!
Girl: Please?
Mickey: I don't want to start some soup cult!
Guy: Aww, come on! It'll be fun!
Lita
Queen Bitch
President of the I Hate Riddler Club
Vice Prez of the Draco Malfoy Fan Club
Vice Prez of the I Hate Dawn Club
Vice Prez of the I Hate Spekkio Club
likes the soup but hates the fighting.
I was too lazy to name the new characters.
Green light, as far as I'm concerned
(Then again it is Mickey's plotline
in the first place)
The crazies just keep coming!
#2621
[GM] Goldurnit! You're not listening!
Date: 01/18/2003
From: PharaohMobius
<<<Replying? *gasp*>>>
[PM] *sigh* Yes I am, Grandpa. You're saying that back in your day you wouldn't use any gadgets to solve problems.
[GM] Durn tootin'! We did it by the sweat of our brows, and we *liked* it!
[PM] Yeah, that's nice. Say, look over there! It's Mattlock!
[GM] Huh? Where? [He looks around for Mattlock.]
[PM takes out a ray gun and shoots Grandpa Mobius with it.] Sleepified! [GM falls asleep instantly.]
[Sam] What the hell are you doing? Shooting your grandpa is *way* unmellow, Big Daddy!
[PM] Relax, Sam. It's a Sleepification Ray. He's just snoozing.
[Sam] Oh, that's different. Still, kind of harsh if you ask me.
[PM] I didn't. Anyway, have you figured out where we are yet, Buffalo?
[Buffalo] Ah think Ah have, boss.
[PM, surprised.] Really?
[Buffalo] Yep. We're rahght'cheer on this here blue part.
[PM sighs.] Yes, you're still an idiot. Okay, right. Back to *my* plan, to use the Geo-Orbital Observational Satellite Equipment to find Linky and Niner.
[Sam] G.O.O.S.E., Big Daddy?
[PM] What? It's a perfectly valid acronym.
[Sam] What a turkey.
[PM, ignoring Sam.] Okay, getting a reading, now... Oh, for crying out loud.
[Sam] What?
[PM poins over the side of the boat.] Look. [Linky and Niner are within 15 feet of the boat.]
[Linky] Oi, took you long enough.
[PM] How long have we been near your location?
[Linky] *snort* Like about five hours.
[Niner] It has been more like five minutes. We tried to get your attention, but between all the arguing and the dreadful sounds of some poor animal being tortured, you apparently didn't hear us.
[PM] That wasn't an animal being tortured. That was just Buffalo singing.
[Buffalo smiles and nods, then slowly gets that he's been insulted.] Heeey!
[Linky] Close enough.
[PM] Okay, whatever. Guys, get Linky and Niner out of there, and let's get back to the bar. I have things to do.
[They fish both cat-girl and robot out of the briney water, and return to MSTBlanca.]
[PM] Now, about this Porn Popup Bomb you used...
[Linky] Hey, it got your attention, didn't it?
TmPM
Finally! Linky's out of the water!
Poor, poor cat-girl...
Sarcophagus!
#2622
Poor catgirl is right!
Date: 01/18/2003
From: LinkyDragonclaw
<Look! A flower! Yum!>
(Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Mickey's still wandering around aimlessly.. He's really getting into the whole hospital life and he even knows all the nurses and doctors by their names. Guy and girl are following diligently, clipboards in their hands. Mickey talks to the sickly. Guy and Girl are there. He walks down the hall and speaks with a nurse. Guy and Girl are there. He goes to the loo. Guy and Girl are--)
Mickey: Enough is enough!! Get out of here!
Guy: But, the soup!
Girl: We have to see how the great one disposes of it!
Mickey: Dis- get out!!1!
(Mickey gives up and runs out of the room. Once on the outside he sees a mop and sticks it through the handle. Conveniently enough that works as a bar and Guy and Girl can't get out)
Mickey: Phew! Finally!
(He turns around to see a bunch of guys dressed in black suits.)
Mickey: Don't deneuralize me!
(The men in black. . . hehe. . . exchange glances. One of them steps forward.)
FBI Agent: Mr. Abagnale, you're under arrest for fraud.
Mickey: Mr. Who In The What, now?
FBI Agent: Don't play dumb, Mr. Abagnale. We've been following you for quite some time, now. Pretending to be a PanAm pilot, and now a doctor. Not to mention all that check fraud and the 4 million dollars you stole. . . you're going away for a long time, Mr. Abagnale.
Mickey: Hey, I never stole anything!
FBI Agent: Not likely.
(The agents grab Mickey by the arms. He struggles but they hold him tight.)
Mickey: I don't even have 400 dollars, let alone 4 million! If I'm going to jail for 4 million dollars, then let me at least have the 4 million!
FBI Agent: Jail, Mr. Abagnale? Oh no, we have a much better place for you, too.
~~
(Mickey sits on a viking barge. People are chained to the oars, rowing.)
STG: So, you too, huh?
~~
(The Litas are trying to figure out how to punish EM when they hear a knock at the door. Rimmi goes to answer it. She sees a nicely dressed young man and woman standing there.)
Rimmi: Hello. . . ?
Guy: Hello, we're here with the United Soup Worship. Have you found soup?
Rimmi: Beg your pardon?!
Girl: We'd just like to show you the wisdom and love of Soup.
Rimmi: Wisdom and love?
Girl: Yes.
Rimmi: Of soup?
Girl: *nods*
Rimmi: . . .
(Rimmi steps back from the doorway and yells to the Litas)
Rimmi: Guys, I think I found a punishment for EM!
Linky Dragonclaw
The Sickly
Me Like Hockey!
#2623
Meanwhile.....in old Deep 13
Date: 01/18/2003
From: Dr_Lang
Dr Lang, Eva (from ep. 815), and Kurt (from ep. 513) are taking cover in the disabled agony booth from certain destruction by bombs sent by Evil Mike. EM has sent the bombs over via a horde of dogs and cats with the bombs attatched, one of which can appearantly ring a doorbell as that is how they got inside in the first place.
DL: Wait for it.........wait for it.........
Eva: For how long, something should have happened by now.
DL:........You don't think every single one of these is a dud? What are the odds?
heh heh heh, stop rubbing your foot against my leg, that tickles.
Eva: My feet aren't anyvere near your leg.
Kurt: Hey, don't look at me.
DL: One of the dogs found its way into the booth, we may as well get out and disarm them.
-Kurt gives a nasty look to DL
DL: Oh, sorry Kurt.
Several minutes later:
DL: Ok, we have all the animal's vests off, lets see 22 dogs and 20 cats, I'll have to call EM and let him know what lousy job he did here.
***************************************************
Back in Diabolik's Lair-
Lita enter's EMs room: EvilMike, there is someone at the front door I want you to meet.
EM: I don't want to see anybody right now, my stomach and that pizza are having a disagreement at the moment.
Lita: You look fine to me. (with an evil grin) Either way this person might make you feel a little better, and besides that, I not giving you a choice, lets go.
EM: Alright, (EMs cell phone rings) let me get this first. Hello....
DL: EvilMike, your little stunt failed miserably, the bombs were duds, every single one of them. HA!
EM: Oh yeah, so you have over 40 dogs and cats running around your place not blowing up? Well you havn't had the last laugh yet Lang!
DL: Oh yeah, well HA! (click)
EM: Ok Lita, let me make one quick call then I'll go. (dials phone number) Yes, Animal Control.................
***************************************************
Back at old Deep 13-
DL: What can we do with all these animals? I can't easily explain how we came into possesion of them without someone discovering our secret plans on the motor bike and the spore guns.
Kurt: I could use some for my experiments.
DL: YOUR Experiements? Trying to combine a dog and duck?! It will never work! I'll believe it when I see it. And even if it were possible, who would ever want one?
Eva: You two will do no experiments using these cute animals, surely we can keep some and put ads in the local papers to find kind, loving families for the rest.
(Phone rings)
DL: Yes........WHAT?!?!? Thanks nurse, I'll be right in.
(hangs up) I have to get to the hospital, it seems someone has been impersonating Dr. Scott Free and now we have over 10 malpractice suits filed against us.
Several minutes after DL has left the doorbell rings
Kurt: I'll get it Eva......Yes?
Person at Door: I am with Animal Control, we received a call stating your operating a dog and cat kennel without a licese.
Kurt: Ahhhh Cripes!
**********************************************
DL heads for the cafeterria after getting grilled for hours about hospital security by investigators and lawyers working on the Dr. Scott Free impersonation case:
Man! I can sure go for a sloppy sammich about now. (Walks up to the counter) Hello, I'll take a number 2 lunch special with a side order of.......HEY were is the rest of the menu?
Cafe Worker: Sir, the entire menu is posted on the wall behind, just like always.
DL: Yeah, but theres nothing but soup. I don't have a problem with soup, but soup alone is no meal young lady.
Cafe Worker: Ahhh, but there you are wrong sir, soup is life, soup is love. Let me tell you the wonderful and fulfilling story of soup........
----------------------------------------------
DL
Current Forrester Cup Champoin!
and apologizing in advance for any continuity errors commited here
#2624
(Mickey jumps off the boat)
Date: 01/18/2003
From: MickeyTheGardener
STG: Wait! You haven't heard my Seinfeld impression yet!
Viking Leader: Row, maggot! (Whips STG)
STG: Ow....I hate that part....
(Mickey swims to shore....fortunatly, since for some reason they were sailing the Great Lakes....they were misguided vikings...shore wasn't very far away)
Mickey: Ah, Canada.....(Looks around) Yep. Canada.
(A tour bus parks next to Mickey)
Mickey (Reads the side of the bus) Metallica*? Ooooh, maybe they got some groupies they can spare!
(The bus door opens and the members of Metallica walk out...or are they?)
Mickey: Huh? You're not Metallica. Where's that dude who's always suing people? I want to punch him in the nose!
Lead singer: No, we're Metallica, eh? Those other hosers, they should just take off because they're not Metallica, eh?
Mickey: Uh huh...I see.
Lead Singer: See, it used to be aboot the music, eh?
Mickey: I'll just be over here, ok? (starts backing away)
Lead Singer: We really are Metallica, eh? Check this out. Ahem. o/' Exit light, enter night...eh? o/'
(At this poin Mickey runs away)
Mickey: (Shakes his head) Wow.
The Bespectacled Mickey T. Gardener
BBoard Nice Guy
President of the I Hate Dawn Club
Presiden of the John Lee Supertaster Fan Club
Post Narc x4
Really only did this reply for the Metallica jokes. Couldn't you tell? :o)
*For those who aren't aware, there's a Canadien band calling themselves Metallica and (Surprise, surprise! They're being sued. It's all over the news, eh?
#2625
<At GROPE HQ....>
Date: 01/21/2003
From: Tork_110
Tork: Uh oh. We're in trouble.
<Tork walks out of his room and calls a meeting. GROPE - or at least everyone who is still a member - gathers around in the kitchen. >
Tork: I have some bad news...We're running out of money.
All: WHAT?!!?
Tork: Yes. I've seperated all our expenses to show how much each of us is spending. Rimmi?
Rimmi: Yes? <sharpens her sword>
Tork: <is suddenly worried> Do you have to do that right now?
Rimmi: Yes.
Tork: Ok... <Tears up that part of his list> Lita?
Lita: <starts to tear up> Me? ;o(
Tork: Lita, please don't cry.
<Lita's lower lip starts to quiver.>
Tork: Fine. <that part of the list is gone> Gramps?
Rimmi: He's passed out.
Tork: <Rip, tear, repeat.> Good job, grandmapa. Cave Rimmi?
Cave Rimmi: Wait! If you didn't say anything about Rimmi, then why me?
Tork: Because....Oh forget it. <the list of expenses is mighty thin> Lita42?
Lita42: Awww, look at Pooduck! You're the sweetest! Yes you are, yes you are!!
Tork: I don't think I can win this one. <see the running gag?> Evil Mike?
EM: <stares at Pooduck> (If I had a couple of explosives...)
Tork: We have to talk about these explosives you keep finding.
EM: What? Explosives?! Where?! <runs away>
Tork: Sigh. On the positive side, our soup expenses have been at an all time low recently.
Rimmi: So who's resposible for us being broke.
Tork: <looks at his list>......Me.
<Everyone stares at Tork.>
Tork: Actually, you see...fine, I'll get more money.
<Tork gets up and leaves. He has a plan. Or does he? Don't look at me. All you have to do is read the next reply.>
Tork_110
Red light. But it should be yellow after the next reply.
#2626
<Tork is in a line>
Date: 01/21/2003
From: Tork_110
Tork: (I hope I make it, I hope I make it...)
<Eventually, Tork walks into an office. He stands in front of a couple of executives.>
Executive 1: Ugliest one yet. So...
Tork: THE CAPITAL OF MARYLAND IS BALT....I mean, ANNAPOLIS!!
Executive 2: Pardon?
Tork: Oh, I'm sorry, but I really want to get on a gameshow badly.
Executive 1: Heh heh. This isn't one of those kind of gameshows.
Tork: Huh? What kind is...<Tork looks on the walls and sees various posters for other shows.> "When Animals Attack Malcomn in the Middle"? "America's Most Wanted Cops"? These sound like .... GAH!!
<Tork notices the FOX logo.>
Executive 1: Yes, the kind of quality programming that we came up with. Now, what is your gimmick for our new reality show, besides that rediculous costume.
Executive 2: Maybe that is his gimmick. Listen.
<The two executives talk to each other. They come up with an idea.>
Executive 1: Young man, we want you to star on our new reality show.
Tork: Do I get any money?
Executive 2: Only if you're crooked.
Tork: I am NOT crooked.
<just like on a cartoon, various stuff from MSTBlanca falls out of Tork's sleeves and pockets>
Tork: Ummm, I needed that for my trip here. (Damn PM gave the wrong directions!)
Executive 1: Just sign here.
Tork: Fine....Can I meet Bart Simpson?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Promo: Next Monday - a new twist on a reality show we already did.
50 ladies have been brought to this mansion. Their goal, to win the heart of a millionaire.
Leech Woman: <to camera> I want money. I really want money. I want money soooo bad, I may wait a while before I steal his pineal juice.
And here is the millionaire himself.
Tork: <to camera> This goes against my religion and my ethics, but I DO need a child or a gypsy will forever haunt me.
Babs: <to camera> The best part is that he's just a robot, which is good because if he wanted to touch me, I'd break his arm.
And here's the little secret you'll know from the start.
Joe...
Tork: <to group of ladies who keep calling him Joe.> My name's not Joe.
is NOT a robot.
Tork: Of course I'm not a robot!!
Daphne: Sure you aren't. <pinches Tork on his cheek> wow, you even feel real. ... So, is there a place where my boyfriend can park his van? No reason. None at all.
Plus he isn't a millionaire, but we already know that twist.
Leech Woman: <to camera> WHAT?!?! Gift certificates?!! And a check for one hundred thousand dollars?! <pouts>
Joe Robot
Can love survive a robotic lie?
Tork_110
Yellow light - Don't end it, but you can have fun advancing it.
#2627
<Monday night>
Date: 01/27/2003
From: Tork_110
Butler: Sir, it's time for you to meet the ladies.
(Tork: <to camera> I'm a little nervous. One of these ladies is going to be my bride. Now, normally I wouldn't do this kind of thing. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I want to fall in love with the right girl. ... )
(Butler: <to camera> He already has a kind of lady in mind. Just earlier today...>
Tork: Are any of the girls named Nuveena?
Butler: No.
Tork: Is there going to be a girl named Nuveena?
Butler: No.
Tork: Do any of them look like Nuveena?
Butler: I don't know what she looks like.
Tork: *sigh* She's the most beautiful gal in the world...
Butler: Oh!!! No.
(Tork: <to camera> I want a gal who is smart, funny, and cute. I would make her the happiest woman in the world.)
Tork: Do you think I should talk to them about Nuveena?
Butler: No.
(Tork: <to camera> I'm a little nervous. I'm not exactly a ladies' man. But I can't afford to be shy anymore. Shy is the reason I'm on this stupid show. That and that gypsy. And dumb luck. But shyness is there.)
<Tork is looking his best. He walks up to the door which all the women are gathered behind. He smiles to the camera.>
Tork: Show time!
<The butler opens the door and Tork walks through.>
Women: Hi Joe!
Tork: eeeeeeeekkkkkk!! <runs away and hides in his TV room>
Tork_110
Yellow light
#2628
Producer: Hold on!
Date: 01/27/2003
From: MickeyTheGardener
Producer: You! Blondie! You weren't with the auditions!
Sunday: Tell that to my chainsaw. (Revs it up; many of thee women hide)
Producer: Yeah, very funny. Look, this isn't time for trick or treat. So cut it out and get out of here.
Sunday: Who's gonna make me?
Voice: I am!
Sunday: Oh, Mr. Crocodile Dundee over here wants to have a try...
Rupert: I'm Rupert Murdoch, the billionaire tyrant.
Sunday: Oh, I'm Sunday...and I'm going to be kicking yourr ass in a moment.
Rupert: Uh huh, you know, I.....(Too late. Sunday has just ripped Rupert Murdoch to shreds. Ouch...should've warned you about that)
Sunday: Now, can I be on your little show? Pwetty pwease?
Producer: Um.....sure!
Mickey T. Gardener
BBoard Nice Guy
President of the I Hate Dawn Club
President of the John Lee Supertaster Fan Club
Post Narc x4
Rick Nash is the man!
#2629
<It's a beautiful day>
Date: 01/29/2003
From: Carmelita9000
............................................................
<Several Litas are hanging out at NotEurope University engaged in a very intelligent discussion.>
Lita: I'm so glad we go to NEU. It allows us to learn many things.
42: I too feel I am becoming smarter than I was before.
Lita: Yes. I feel we should continue with our education, and thus become more smarter.
42: Huh?
Lita: Er... less dumb?
42: Keep trying.
Lita: Um... I wish to better myself. *smile*
<Just then, amazingly enough, Bono walks by!>
Bono: Wow! That was the most brilliant thing I've ever heard!
<Bono must be more drunk than usual. Even more amazingly though, Lita doesn't freak out or faint or be stupid or anything. She remains halfway rational!>
Lita: Really?
Bono: Yes, really! I'm very impressed by you and your obvious genius!
Lita: Woah... <she spaces out for a moment, but then recovers herself and attempts to be all cool and stuff> Well, I'm very impressed by you.
<They smile at each other. Bono hugs Lita. Lita hugs Bono. And as nice as it would be to simply reflect on that for a while, *sigh*, we must move on. The hug ends. Bono is about to leave, when, out of nowhere, music starts to play. It's a slow dance. It's also super sappy and dumb.>
Lita: *giggle* Wow. I was all about this song in Jr. High!
<The other Litas present murmur general words of agreement>
Bono: <extending a hand to Lita> Care to dance?
<Lita is totally stunned, but not too stunned to agree to dance with Bono. They have a nice slow dance and Lita manages not to step on Bono's toes. Lita looks into Bono's eyes, and Bono looks up into Lita's. (You know, because he's kind of short.) They get closer, and closer, and then they...>
Lita2780: Barquack! Barquack! Barquack!
Lita: 2780? The hell?
2780: Barquack! Barquack! Barquack!
Lita: <Turning back to Bono> Bono!!
<Bono, oddly enough, has faded away. Suddenly Lita is holding onto nothing.>
2780: Barquack! Barquack! Barquack!
Lita: Oh... crud! Please don't tell me I'm just--
2780: Barquack! Barquack! Barquack!
Lita: <suddenly lying down and surrounded by darkness> --dreaming...
Pooduck: Barquack! Barquack! Barquack!
<Lita is suddenly furious. She climbs out of bed and storms into Lita42's room.>
Lita: All right, come here, you little furball!
Pooduck: Barquack?
42: <groggily, because Lita just woke her up,> Nine-thousin? Wharryou doin' innhere?
Lita: I'm sorry, 42, but I'm here to kill your duckdog.
42: <suddenly alert> What? No! Not Pooduck! Why?
Lita: His stupid barking woke me up. How could you sleep through that?
42: Don't you hurt Pooduck! He didn't mean anything!
Lita: 42, I was dreaming! He messed up a perfectly good dream!
42: Go back to sleep! You'll have another dream, I'm sure.
Pooduck: Barquack!
Lita: 42, it was a *Bono* dream!
42: What? Dreams like that are a gift! Bad Pooduck!
Pooduck: Barquack?
42: Shh! Lita, I'm sorry. I promise Pooduck won't wake you up again.
Lita: Well... ok... see that he doesn't. <Lita goes back to her room> It's just as well I suppose, seeing as how Bono's married and all.
Lita
Queen Bitch
President of the I Hate Riddler Club
Vice Prez of the Draco Malfoy Fan Club
Vice Prez of the I Hate Dawn Club
Vice Prez of the I Hate Spekkio Club
This reply is based on a true story.
It was written in semi-darkness at about 5 in the morning
when the neighbor's dog made sure I couldn't get back to sleep.
The fact that I was really sleepy when I wrote this
probably explains a lot.
Green Light, but there's no plot to continue.
Evil Mike: Wow, Lita. You have some lame dreams.
Lita: Shut up.
Next up: Mickey gets his wish.
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