The scene: Iguana Mart, where WCS is climbing down from the eight stories of shelving, a half-full box of Diggler’s Donuts in his hand. Iguana Mart employees are restocking the once-empty shelves with boxes of yummy, if life-threatening, frosted treats.

WCS: Man, those hit the spot! Hmm, maybe I should pick up a few more boxes.

WCS begins pulling boxes of Diggler’s Donuts off the shelf almost as fast as the employees can stock them.

WCS: Nice! Double Praline, Berry Jelly, Big Double Surprise Mocha…this place has them all!

As WCS is loading up with multi-colored boxes, a hand grasps him by the shoulder.

Future Clone Lynda Carter: OK, friend, just don’t try anything funny…

WCS (eyes widening): Holy crap!

Future Clone Lynda Carter: I want to find your friends, and I want you to…

WCS (excited): Holy crap!

Future Clone Lynda Carter (sighing): Yes, I think we’ve established that.

WCS (pointing excitedly): You’re Wonder Woman! Holy crap!

Future Clone Lynda Carter (looking embarrassed): Oh, that. Damn it, Moose… Look, I just want you to go with me, okay? You can bring your boxes of cream-filled death with you.

WCS (nodding excitedly): Sure thing! Do you want to tie me up with your lasso?

Future Clone Lynda Carter: I don’t have a lasso.

WCS (disappointed): Aw. Really? How about an invisible plane?

Future Clone Lynda Carter (pulling out her laser pistol): No I don’t have one of those, either. But I do have a laser pistol.

WCS: Um, I’d put my hands up, but they’re kinda full…

Future Clone Lynda Carter (pointing the laser pistol at WCS): Just help me find the Empress, and you won’t get hurt. I mean, you probably won’t. Honestly? I’d put the odds at 50/50, but since I have the laser pistol…

WCS (balancing around twenty Diggler’s boxes): Oh, yeah! No problem! Um, could you grab a few of these boxes, though? I’m kinda overloaded.

Future Clone Lynda Carter: Well, I guess I could…

WCS suddenly hurls his entire armful of boxes at Future Clone Lynda Carter. She falls over, boxes going everywhere, some of them bursting open and splattering her, the floor and other customers with their creamy contents. WCS, meanwhile, sprints away as fast he can.

Iguana Mart Clerk (dripping cream): Hey, lady, yer gonna have to pay for those.

Future Clone Lynda Carter (gripping her laser pistol tightly): OK, then. No more Ms. Nice Gal for me…

Cut to: The Wasteland, where Brick Meathook and Green Swimsuit Chimpanzee are making their way down a dusty trail.

Brick Meathook: So it’s Ay-Oh?

Green Swimsuit Chimpanzee: Pretty close, dude! I’ve noticed that humans usually mess up the second syllable, but you’re pretty good with modern Apelish.

Brick Meathook: Thanks…I think.

Green Swimsuit Chimpanzee/Mr. Ayo: So how come you quit being a cop, dude? Like, busting heads and getting paid for it is a pretty cush gig. If you like busting heads, I mean.

Brick Meathook: I’m not really that big on busting heads…

Mr. Ayo (skeptical): Uh-huh.

Brick Meathook: Besides, my partner was driving me up the wall.

Mr. Ayo: That dude was uptight. How’d you ever end up with him as a partner?

Brick Meathook: Ah, we were working together on a case…in another city. After we ended up in Ape City, we just became partners.

Mr. Ayo: Yeah, I had a roommate like that one time. We’d known each other for years, then he moved in with me when his old lady threw him out. Man, he ate all my food, smoked all my weed, and never even picked up after himself.

Brick Meathook: I hear you. It’s tough having a deadbeat like that glom on to you.

Mr. Ayo: Whoa! Dude, you’re talking about my dad!

Brick Meathook (embarassed): Oh…sorry…

Mr. Ayo: It’s cool, dude. Like, my mom took him back and they’re doing the happily-ever-after thing. The only bummer was losing the damage deposit on my apartment. I thought I cleaned it pretty well after he left, but I missed the stains on the ceiling.

Brick Meathook: Speaking of happily-ever-after, do you have any more of that banana weed? That stuff gave me a righteous buzz.

Mr. Ayo: Wish I did, dude. Although there is a guy holding a kilo for me…

Suddenly the ground rumbles. A loud, roaring sound echoes throughout the Wasteland and ‘Blonde Fury’ tears around the corner and straight down the trail. Brick Meathook and Mr. Ayo dive out of the way and a cloud of dust envelopes them. The truck skids to a stop a hundred feet down the trail, then backs up and comes to a halt next to the pair.

Covalent Blonde (looking out the window): Jeez, you guys okay?

Brick Meathook: We are, no thanks to you! I’ve got half a mind to…

Covalent Blonde: Yeah, you probably don’t want to go there with me.

Brick Meathook (looking closely at CB): Don’t I know you?

Covalent Blonde (shrugging): I doubt it. I’m not exactly from around here.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (impatiently, from the passenger side): Well, I am, and I have business I’d like to get back to, if you don’t mind!

Brick Meathook: Whoa, who’s her majesty over there?

Covalent Blonde: Tell me about it. She’s right, though, we’ve gotta be getting back to Iguana Mart. So as long as you guys are all right…

Mr. Ayo & Brick Meathook (in unison): Iguana Mart?!!

Mr. Ayo takes Brick Meathook aside.

Mr. Ayo (quietly): Dude, like, that’s where my guy is supposed to meet me! My guy with the banana weed!

Brick Meathook (also quietly): And I wanted to go there, too. I was hoping to track down Beerguyrob. Or Brocky. Or your guy with the banana weed. And also get some Super Yummy Snacky Chips. I love those things.

Mr. Ayo (approaching ‘Blonde Fury’): Hey, do you think we could maybe get a ride to Iguana Mart?

Covalent Blonde (looking them over): Ehhh…I don’t know, guys. The truck is new, and you’re covered in dust and dirt.

Brick Meathook (angry): And just how do you think we got that way?

Covalent Blonde (revving the engine): OK, welp, see you guys around…

Mr. Ayo (frantically): No, wait! Maybe we could ride in the back…?

Covalent Blonde: Well…

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Oh, just let them sit in the truck bed. It’s only a few miles, and we’re just going to keep the luggage back there anyway. I suppose we can treat them like luggage.

Brick Meathook (climbing into the truck bed): Gee, thanks. You’re all heart.

Mr. Ayo (also climbing in): Seriously, though, we appreciate it.

Brick Meathook (as ‘Blonde Fury’ tears down the trail): Where have I seen her before…

To be continued…