Author's note: For this fic, I'm following in Mat49324's footsteps by putting myself in a Totally Spies episode, as indicated by the "Leo's" tag. That's why I've been taping Totally Spies episodes. Oh, and remember that my name isn't really Leo.
Chapter 1: Welcome to Brain Buster! -
06:45 PM - BRAIN BUSTER SET
The Brain Busters jingle played and the studio audience applauded as the host, Wink Weatherdale, took it all in.
"Welcome back to Brain Busters!" Wink announced. "Okay, it's time for the Do or Die round."
In one of the contestant's booths, there was Margie, a waitress with a beehive hairdo. She was chewing bubble gum like she didn't have a care in the world. In the other booth, there was an important-looking professor.
"First answer correctly wins," Wink explained. "Okay, players, your question. Name the isotope whose nuclear fusion supplies energy for atomic explosions."
The professor buzzed in. "Oh, yes, of course, that's easy. The answer obviously is the …" Something happened, but it wasn't apparent what. "… um … well, the answer is …"
BZZT!
"Oh, time's up! Sorry, Professor! Margie?"
Margie was happy to counter. "I'm guessing that'd be the Uranium 2-35."
"CORRECT!" Wink exclaimed. "For the third week in a row, you're our grand prize winner!"
Margie only smirked.
09:50 AM - BEVERLY HILLS HIGH SCHOOL
The bell rang. In one classroom, Sam and I were sitting next to each other.
"Now," the teacher said, "who can name the four chronological eras of Earth?"
I didn't know this one, but Sam sure did. She raised her hand.
"Sam?"
"Okay. Precambrian, Paleozoic, Mesozoic, and Cenozoic."
"Well, that's exactly right!"
A boy in the front row, Zach, gave Sam a thumbs up. Sam blushed. "Show-off," I muttered.
Later, in the school courtyard, Sam and I were talking with Zach.
"How do you do it, Sam?" he asked. "I mean, when I try to memorize all that zoic stuff, all I get is a headache."
"And all I get is disoriented," I added.
"I don't know," Sam replied. "I just read it, and then it's, like, stuck in my mind forever. Kind of dorky, huh?"
I was unfazed. "Dorky as it is, I suppose if it works, it works."
"Dorky?" Zach interjected. "More like lucky. Hey, maybe we can grab some sushi tomorrow after school and you can give me a few pointers."
"Sure," Sam replied. "Sounds great."
"Count me out," I said. "I hate sushi."
At that moment, Clover's voice interrupted us. "Hurry up, Sam. You're going to be late for your date with fame and fortune." Alex was there too.
"You're right," Sam countered. "It's Brain Buster time!"
"Uh, actually, it's hair and makeup time," Clover explained. "No girlfriend of mine is going on TV before she's camera ready."
Sam gasped and blushed. I was lost. "Brain Buster time? Sam, what is this?"
Alex was more than happy to explain: "Today's the day Sammy gets to be on a game show and win mega-bucks!"
"Oh, now I remember. The champ, Margie, is supposed to be unstoppable. Ha! We'll show her."
"Gotta go," Sam assured Zach.
11:12 AM - BRAIN BUSTER SET
All four of us showed up in the hall leading to the set. Nobody else was there.
"Is it me," Clover asked, "or does the set look much bigger on TV?"
"Everything looks bigger on TV," I reminded her.
A voice interrupted us. "That's the magic of hollywood, my dear." We turned and looked.
We all recognized the man that stood before us. "WINK WEATHERDALE?"
We rushed up to Wink. Alex was the first to speak. "Speaking of magic, I can't believe how real you look in person, Wink!"
I rolled my eyes as Wink responded. "Amazing, isn't it? But enough about me. I'm here to welcome Sam to the show! Ready to challenge Margie for lots of cash and prizes?"
"Bring it on!"
A yell interrupted us. Margie herself threw someone out, then approached us. "Winky, is this how the returning champion's treated? This blouse is 85 genuine silk, for crying out loud!"
"We'll take care of it right away, Margie," Wink responded. Then, he turned to us. "That's our cue, ladies, and gentleman."
Margie wished Sam good luck. "Good luck, hon. You're gonna need it."
They both left.
"She seems … nice," Alex commented.
"Yeah," I added, "if by 'nice' you mean 'totally rude'."
Minutes later, the show was underway. Alex, Clover, and I were in the studio audience.
"For 100 points," Wink asked, "this famous person is the reason we have sandwiches."
"Wow," I whispered to Clover, "even I know this one, and I stink at trivia. Sam won't get this one wrong."
Sam buzzed in. "That would be …" Something happened. "… uh … would be …"
BZZT! "Margie?"
Margie answered right away. "That's gotta be the Earl of Sandwich."
"THE EARL OF SANDWICH IS CORRECT!" Margie got 100 points.
Clover glanced at me. "Leo? What were you saying about Sam not getting that one wrong?"
This pattern repeated itself throughout the game show several more times than we would've liked. A question is asked. Sam buzzes in. Sam's about to answer. Something happens. Sam fails to answer. Margie answers by counter. Margie is correct. Margie gets points. And so on and so forth.
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Yeah, this isn't good. Stay tuned! The next episode I do will be "Zooney World"!