The scene: That wasteland known as the Forbidden Zone, where Top Detective and Hard-boiled Detective have arrived at the scene of the carnage from last week’s episode. They are currently surrounded by a mob of angry men with mohawks, who are dressed in your typical post-apocalyptic chic.

Voiceover Narration (by Top Detective): My partner and I arrived in the Forbidden Zone minutes after an accident had occurred. The humans there were uncooperative, but I was in no mood for their shenanigans. I could tell right away that they had been imbibing something. Something illegal.

Top Detective (to the mob): All right, you guys are on something. Mary Jane. Dope. Reefer. Weed. It doesn’t matter. I’m just here to get some straight answers.

Green Mohawk: We didn’t do nothin’, man! It was that big RV! It drove us off the road!

Top Detective: Now we’re getting somewhere. You say that you were driven off the road. What I want to know is, by who?

Hard-boiled Detective: Whom.

Top Detective: Are you sure?

Hard-boiled Detective: I was very attentive in tenth-grade English. My teacher had great gams.

Top Detective: That figures. Well? You heard the man. By whom?

Blue Mohawk: We don’t talk to da Bronzes.

Top Detective: Sure. Call me names. I’ve heard it all, mister. Pig. Fuzz. Heat. Bacon. Flatfoot. Town Clown.

Hard-boiled Detective: I’ve never heard that one.

Top Detective (to Blue Mohawk): Maybe you think you’re a big man, calling me names in front of your friends. Well a real man knows when it’s time to act tough, and when it’s time to take responsibility for himself.

Hard-boiled Detective: Town Clown. It’s almost cute.

Purple Mohawk (flipping Top Detective’s tie): Take a hike, before we decides ta hurt ya.

Top Detective: Nice try, mister. But I’ve been threatened by experts. Now I’m going to give you one more chance to…

Suddenly there’s a rumbling sound. The detectives and the post-apocalyptic ravagers look up to see several more beat-up cars approaching, led by a massive six-wheeled vehicle driven by a yuuuge man wearing leather bondage gear and a metal hockey mask.

Green Mohawk (to the detectives): You shoulda run when you had the chance! Now Ginormous gets ta decide what to do with ya!

Hard-boiled Detective (to Top Detective): I told you we should’ve brought back-up.

Cut to: Doktor Zymm’s RV, which is down the post-apocalyptic road a bit. It’s parked off the dilapidated highway and Low Commander, Beerguyrob, Rikki-Tikki-Deadly, Lord Revisisle and Brocky (still tied to the chair) are outside of it.

Beerguyrob (to Low Commander): So, where are we?

Lord Revisisle: I would think the correct question would be, when are we? We did travel through time, after all.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (looking around): If this is the future, I’m disappointed. I was hoping for more chicks in silver spandex.

Brocky: That’s the 1970’s future you’re thinking of. In the ’70s the future was all about sexy women in skimpy outfits. This looks more like an ’80s future. Then it became all about nuclear devastation and guys in kinky leather getups.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (sadly): I blame Reagan.

Brocky: We all do. And by the way, since we’re not doing much else right now, could someone please get me out of this damn chair?

Low Commander (untying Brocky from the chair): I offered to untie you when we were at that hotel in Cancun…

Brocky: Are you kidding? Drunk sorority girls kept coming over and sitting down on me. It was great!

Beerguyrob: Well, there aren’t any drunk sorority girls here. Or women in silver spandex. As a matter of fact, I’m quickly coming to the conclusion that this place sucks.

Low Commander finishes untying Brocky from the chair.

Low Commander: There you go. Free as a marmoset. Um…you can get up now.

Brocky (still in the chair): I’m just waiting for my circulation to come back. I lost feeling in my feet two days ago.

Beerguyrob (to Low Commander): Look, you’re a future-guy, this is the future, so tell us where…

Lord Revisisle: When.

Beerguyrob: …we are.

Low Commander: Hmm. About that…I have some good news and some bad news…

Beerguyrob: Well, that’s just dandy. You wanna fill us in?

Low Commander: Well, the good news is that I think I know when we are.

Lord Revisisle: Excellent! Then do you know where a good winery is?

Beerguyrob: Seriously?

Lord Revisisle: Look, my good man, just because we’re in a desolate wasteland doesn’t mean we shouldn’t enjoy the finer things in life.

Brocky: Personally, I just want to get back home. I’m not sure I set my DVR for Game of Thrones, and I think it’s gonna start soon.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: Aw, I stopped watching that after the khaleesi chick stopped getting naked.

Brocky: No, she started again. Right after that new Terminator movie tanked.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: Really? Heck, I wanna get back now, too! I’ve got some catching up to do!

Beerguyrob: You two have the attention span of senile goldfish. Now pay attention. Low Commander here’s gonna fill us in on the bad news.

Low Commander: Well, I…

Suddenly there’s a massive rumble that shakes the very ground. The DFOers see a massive dust cloud and then, over the rise, comes the automotive armada of Ginormous. And tied to the front of his six-wheeled vehicle are two very familiar detectives.

Top Detective: All right. This has gone far enough. I’m letting each and every one of you know that you’re under arrest for disturbing the peace, reckless driving and assault on a police officer.

Hard-boiled Detective: Oh, would you shut up!

To be continued…