The scene: Future Moose’s bedchamber. It’s still yuuuge. And Future Clone Debbie Harry is still pillow-fighting Future Clone Lynda Carter in a seemingly endless replay. Future Moose himself is searching the room, looking behind dressers and curtains.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (hitting Future Clone Lynda Carter with a pillow): Tee-hee!

Future Moose (irritated): Geez, would you two knock that off? It’s gone from cute to annoying really quickly.

Future Clone Lynda Carter (hitting Future Clone Debbie Harry with a pillow): Tee-hee!

Future Moose (really irritated): Frek! I’ve got to find some way out of here…there’s gotta be an access port or something…

Future Clone Debbie Harry (starting to swing a pillow, but stopping halfway): Tee… Vas…?

Future Moose: Wait, what did you say?

Future Clone Debbie Harry (in Doktor Zymm’s voice): Mooze! Und just vat is going on here?

Future Moose (walking over to the bed): Holy frek! Doc…is that you?

Future Clone Debbie Harry (ducking a pillow and getting off of the bed): Ja, it ist me. I…vait…

Future Clone Debbie Harry looks down at her attire. What there is of it.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (frowning): Zis better not be a…dirty program.

Future Moose (innocently): It’s not! Really! It’s just an entertainment program you…future you...wrote for me for Moosemas one year.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Hmm…

Future Moose: I gave you a Mediterranean island that year…

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Vell, in zat case… But zis ist not important anyway. I hacked into your program to tell you zat ve are vorking on fixing you.

Future Moose: I hope you don’t mean that in a canine way.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (looking at her outfit, or lack thereof, again): Nein. Although…

Future Moose: Aw, c’mon, Doc! It’s just a harmless program.

Future Clone Lynda Carter (still on the bed, swinging a pillow): Tee-… Wait, what strange perfidy is this?

Future Moose: Sill…?

Future Clone Lynda Carter (also checking out the nightie, albeit with more approval): Indeed, good friend Moose! I hath come to bid the good doctor to return, for even now we doth plan your bold rescue!

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Ach! All right, zen. Moose, you must stay here. Zis program ist zecure, und vell-hidden. Ve vill have you back to normal in no time. Ist zat understood?

Future Moose: OK…I guess…

Future Clone Lynda Carter (clapping Future Moose on the shoulder): Patience, mine stalwart friend! Thou shalt be thine old self again soon!

Future Moose: I hope so. It’s boring in here.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (hitting Future Moose with a pillow): Tee-hee!

Future Moose: Aaaand…they’re gone.

Future Clone Lynda Carter (hitting Future Moose with a pillow): Tee-hee!

Future Moose: Great. I am never gonna get the image of you talking with Sill’s voice out of my head.

Cut to: Wally’s World of Waffles. PK is inside, bolting for the door with the real Future Clone Debbie Harry just a step behind. A waitress steps into their path.

Waitress: Hey, you guys haven’t paid yet…

Future Clone Debbie Harry pushes the waitress, and she falls onto a table full of waffles and whip cream. PK gets starts running out the door just as, from the other side, Covalent Blonde, followed by Old School Zero, Horatio Cornblower and Moosemas Gorilla, enters from the other door. Time slows to a crawl. PK looks over at Covalent Blonde, and his eyes widen in fear even as hers narrow in anger. Future Clone Debbie Harry pushes PK’s considerable mass through the door, sneering at Horatio. As PK and Future Clone Debbie Harry get outside everything speeds up again. They run for Marc Trestmans Windowless Van as the DFOers turn around and start running out the door again after them.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (getting in the driver’s seat): Hurry up, you idiot!

PK (struggling with the passenger door): It’s jammed!

Future Clone Debbie Harry guns the engine and throws the van in reverse, backing out of the parking lot in a squeal of tires as PK throws himself into the open passenger side window. His paunchy backside sticks out, chubby legs kicking wildly as the van accelerates. Cars swerve to avoid them and horns blare.

Covalent Blonde (getting in the driver’s side of Zymm’s RV): Let’s go! I am not going to lose them!

Moosemas Gorilla, with Horatio on his shoulder, swings into the RV as OSZ gets into the passenger seat.

OSZ: Ummm…y’know, Zymm was really specific when she said I should be the one driving.

Covalent Blonde (putting the RV in gear): Don’t. Care.

The RV speeds out onto the street, weaving between stalled cars. It fishtails slightly and sideswipes a Prius, which honks defiantly in reply.

OSZ (looking into the side mirror): You did that on purpose.

Ahead, PK manages to squeeze himself into the van, where he kind of flops upside down onto the passenger seat.

PK (petulantly): Gee whiz, I coulda been killed!

Future Clone Debbie Harry (swerving the van through traffic): That would have been terrible.

PK (still petulant, trying to right himself in the seat): That’s no way to treat your partner!

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Partner? You’re a lackey at best.

PK (brightening): Really? Does that come with benefits?

Future Clone Debbie Harry (making a hard right): Yes. It means I might remember your name when I kill you.

The van speeds down a lonely road, kicking up dirt and rocks. The RV turns hard onto the road, skidding hard and swaying back and forth precariously before righting itself.

OSZ (pale, and holding on for dear life): I am going to die in an RV. Those nightmares I had in the fourth grade are coming true.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook?

Horatio Cornblower: Nah, we’ll be fine. This thing went to the moon, after all.

Unnoticed by the others, Brocky comes down the stairs.

Brocky: Hey, guys. What’s all the commotion about?

Moosemas Gorilla (turning): Ook? Ook-ook!

Horatio Cornblower (to Brocky): Yeah, what are you doing here?

Brocky: Well, I was sleeping. I got tired after the hot tub and the massage.

Horatio Cornblower: Sorry to wake you and all, but we’re in a chase scene here.

Brocky (starting back up the stairs): OK, cool. Well, let me know how that turns out.

In the passenger seat, OSZ is leaning over to look at the speedometer.

OSZ: How fast are we going, anyway?

Covalent Blonde: Just broke 85 and heading for 90. Why?

OSZ (concerned): Well, I’m just curious. Because if the van still has Zymm’s time machine in it…

Covalent Blonde glances over at OSZ. Then a green glow fills the windshield.

OSZ: Eighty-eight miles per hour…

Covalent Blonde (grimacing as the RV gets sucked into the green vortex): Son of a b-…

To be continued…