The scene: The Secret Base on the Island of Doktor Zymm! Specifically, right outside of the secret base, where there’s a yard sale in progress. Ninjas and techs are looking through the variety of toasters, clocks, beakers, centrifuges, weights, televisions… Marc Trestmans Windowless Van is sitting at a table with a glass jar. There’s a surprising amount of cash in the jar. Ballsofsteelandfury and Covalent Blonde come walking up.
Ballsofsteelandfury (shooting a finger gun): Marc! Hey, what’s up?
Covalent Blonde: Yeah, what’s with all this stuff out here? Some of it looks familiar…
Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: Dudes! Like, I heard we were moving, man, so I thought we should like, get rid of some stuff.
Ballsofsteelandfury: Marc…
A ninja comes up, holding a pair of nunchaku.
Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: Like, five bucks, man.
The ninja starts to get out his cash, but Covalent Blonde grabs the nunchaku.
Covalent Blonde: Hey! These are mine!
Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: Oh, yeah, like, your stuff has been selling great, CB. Like, your crop tops all sold in the first few minutes and…
Covalent Blonde: Oh, I am getting that stuff back!
Covalent Blonde storms off, still holding the nunchaku. The ninja looks disappointed.
Marc Trestmans Windowless Van (to the ninja): Sorry, man.
Ballsofsteelandfury: Marc, we’re not changing locations. We’re just moving our time.
Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: We are?
Ballsofsteelandfury: Yeah. We’ve been here every morning, but now we’re moving to afternoons. So instead of being able to find us at here every Friday at 3 am, we’ll be here at 3 pm.
Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: So we’re going forward in time?
Ballsofsteelandfury: Well, kind of…
Marc Trestmans Windowless Van (getting up & running off): Woo-hoo! I love time travel, man! I call shotgun in the time machine!
Ballsofsteelandfury (shaking his head): OK, Marc…
To be continued (in 12 hours)…
I’ve got refreshments.
Oh, fine. Get in, losers.
I sure hope the time change won’t hurt the ratings, now that it will be competing with Sexy Friday.
#Homicide for Life
I’m more worried about it the other way around.
But as Beastie pointed out to me….I’ve got boobs.
Wait, let me rephrase that….
So we do or don’t have a full inventory of SPONCH! ?
I’m so disappointed that none of the stores immediately around me sell ¡SPONCH! – none I would go into, anyway. And I’m too far away to take a walk over to the Spanish-speaking neighborhoods.
You could always upgrade your ride.
It’s surprisingly good.
Really stunned these aren’t going up at 4:20 on Fridays.
It’s like, always 4:20 somewhere, man.
Dude.
If you thought things were strange NOW….