Chapter 1
Pinky and the Brain is owned by Warner Brothers and Arthur is owned by Marc Brown and PBS.
-Elwood City-
At Lakewood Elementary School, the school bell rang, signalling the end of another day of education and homework giving. Out of the school doors, poured out a stampede of children waiting to head back home to call it a day. Some of the children were four good friends. Binky Barnes, the local bully, George Lundgren, the dyslexic victim of Binky, who was now in good terms for the moment, Fern Walters, a quiet but creative young girl, and Alan "The Brain" Powers, arguably the smartest kid of the school. They walked along a sidewalk just outside the school.
"Man." complained Binky. "Mr. Ratburn won't stop giving us more and more homework. My fingers are getting cramps every time I'm done."
"But Binky," said the Brain. "I assume your fingers would be developing paralyzed muscles by the time you're even halfway done."
"I don't know what that means, but I can betcha I can…um… do what was opposite of what you said."
"Fair enough." Fern and George were also having their conversation.
"So, George. How 'bout we go and finish up that Watteau story?" she asked. But George did not respond. He was looking down on the ground. He was daydreaming, as always.
"Huh?" he snapped. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about today's homework. I mean, how can I memorize the world's capitals in one day?"
"That's okay." Binky reassured him. "We got the Brain here to help us. There's nothing he can't do."
"Hmmm." pondered the Brain. "That's a real rarity. Binky Barnes actually telling his victim everything's is approximately pleasant."
"Come on. I can be polite to anyone any time." They continued to walk down the road on their way home.
-Acme Labs-
Meanwhile, in another distant world, somewhere in a heavily populated urban jungle, there was a gigantic laboratory located in the middle of North America. In that scientific building, there were tons of gizmos and gadgets, inventions and what not, scattered across tables. Besides that, there was a small television on top of one table, where it began screening what appeared to be the gang of Elwood City students. Watching the "show", was a tiny little white mouse with an overbite. He was sitting down enjoying what he saw.
"Ahahaha! This show is just brilliant! Narf!" The mouse continued to shout, laugh and hum in glee. Unknown to him, his constant noises of joy was no music to another mouse's ears. This time, he was shorter, but with a head larger than the other. He was working on a big contraption of some sort, an almost impossible thing that you would find in a mouse. He was twisting and turning with his screwdriver, but with one high-pitched squeal from his counterpart, he dropped the screwdriver on the floor. He let out a grunt and marched over to the other mouse. Once there, he gave a nice whacking on the head and pulled his nose towards him.
"Pinky." he said, in a low-pitched annoyed voice. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of an important assembly? Could you just refrain from watching your everyday amusement which apparently does not even seem to be such a hit to anyone in this world?
"Oh sorry, Brain." said Pinky. "But you got to watch this fun educational show, Brain! Oooh, how exciting!" The Brain took one good look at the show for a brief moment and huffed.
"How can a bunch of anthropomorphic creatures wearing and acting like humans be of any entertainment? Now, please put off the TV and come." Pinky did so and went with the Brain into their cage. Inside were a sandbox, a drink dispenser and an exercising wheel. But there was also that invention the Brain had been working on. It looked like a laser gun with a orb at the tip of its barrel and a disk-shaped dish behind it. The main body had a pair of handles and numerous buttons on it. Pinky looked at it with awe.
"Naaaarrrffff..."
"So, Pinky." asked the Brain. "What do you think? Does it look world-dominating to you?"
"I think so, Brain. But the Beatles had dominated the world ages ago." The Brain could only mumble quietly at Pinky's stupidity.
"No, Pinky. This! You wanna know what it really does?"
"Um..." He then gasped. "It turns our food into beautiful butterflies? Hoorah!" The Brain walked over and whacked him on the head again.
"Your overgrowing imagination and idiocy would give Sigmund Freud a run for his money." As insulting as it may sound, Pinky was not deterred.
"Zort!"
"This, Pinky, is a GBFHR-638. Or "Goodbye-Fantasy-Hello-Reality" Cannon." explained the Brain. "With this carefully built and extra carefully programmed device, I shall turn the unreal visualizations of TV imaging, into solid, real-life objects. By zapping the TV screen with the precise calculations and program, whatever appears on television will become something we can touch with our own fingers. Something we can taste with our own tongues. Something… we can even use to our advantage! Got that?"
"Narf!"
"I hoping that's a yes or I shall have no choice but to hurt you."
"'Kay." They walked over to a TV channel guide next to the machine. The Brain flipped through the pages to a certain schedule. He pointed at a TV programme.
"Witness, Pinky." said the Brain. "On this very day, the premiere of Star Wars: Episode VII, will be broadcast to the world at precisely 7 o'clock tonight. If I can get the scene of the fleet of Star Destroyers which I can assume will happen, I shall use the GBFHR-638 to zap the scene at the right timing and unleash that massive fleet to reality, thereby allowing us to incite fear to the hearts of billions of citizens. Soon, they would have to be forced to lend me their control over their nations. Therefore, when all is said and done, I shall finally rule the world!"
"Egad, Brain!" praised Pinky. "That is brill… Wait, wait. No no."
"Ergh. What is it this time?"
"If you're going to force the world leaders to give you their countries, how are you going to even control the fleet?"
"For once, you have a very intriguing question. But I already have a solution. I placed a reverse button." The Brain pointed at a red button that said "Reverse". "Once I have all the nations at my disposal, I shall need not of the fleet and send them back to wherever they came from. From there, I can start rebuilding the world in my own image."
"A world in your image? Oooohhh, the Warner Bros. Company will like that, but the world?"
"That's okay, Pinky. The world's got the Brain to help it. There's nothing I can't do."
The Brain prepared for his ultimate plan.
"Now Pinky…" ordered the Brain. "…let me get my suit so that we can move the equipment outside the lab. I can't have our headquarters toppled down by the fleet once we freed them from their virtual world. You stand here and guard."
"Oh goody!" exclaimed Pinky with joy. "Poit!" But the Brain gave him a cold stare.
"But make sure nothing accidental happens this time. Do I make myself perfectly and fatally clear?"
"Yes, Brain! Narf!" And thus, the Brain walked off to find his mechanical suit. Pinky, on the other hand, was guarding the device like a British soldier outside the Buckingham Palace, with a pencil at hand. He marched on and on.
"Hahaha!" he laughed. "This guard stuff is rather silly. Troz!" The marching soon turned into skips and hops as the hyper-active mouse continued to stand guard. But all that hopping has made the mouse a little too thirsty. He panted and panted in complete exhaustion. For someone who was so hyper, he fell tired in an instant. He went over to the water dispenser for a quick drink, but unfortunately, all the water had run out. Sweat continued to flow down his head and body. But there was hope yet. Pinky found a large water bottle atop a table next to the cage. He exited to the cage and grabbed hold of the bottle. Trying to lift up, he put of his muscle to it, but to no avail. Suddenly, with one strong pull, he accidently dropped the bottle over him, crushing him down. Water gashed out of the bottle and flew right into the cage. A flattened Pinky barely moved his way out of the heavy plastic bottle and popped back to his regular shape. But to his dismay, he soon gasped in horror and ran to what he saw.
Soon, the Brain had returned to the cage.
"Pinky, I seem to have forgotten my keys to the…" But when he looked up at the cage, he gasped as much as Pinky did. What he saw was the same horrible thing Pinky witnessed. The GBFHR-638 was emitting huge volts of electricity and fizzes could be heard. The machine was also soaking wet with mineral water all over it. The machine had been malfunctioning from Pinky's accidental endeavour. The obtuse mouse tried pushing as many buttons as he could, but nothing could stop the machine from going haywire. The Brain tried to assess the situation.
"Pinky!" he yelled. "What in cerebellum's decay have you done?!" He rushed over, pushed Pinky aside and tried to do the pressing himself.
"I think I may have pressed the wrong button." said Pinky.
"No! You had wet the machine, causing thousands and thousands of electrons to burst out of control!" He tried to press the off button, but again, there was no response. He rapidly pressed the button out of panic. No matter how much he tried, the machine did not respond. It began to shake violently and small sparks started bursting out. This was a sign that Pinky and the Brain knew they had to leave the cage as soon as possible. The Brain grabbed Pinky's arm and dragged him out as he ran for the exit. Soon, after many seconds of violent bursts, the machine had fired a single shot at the TV. The TV screen glowed bright red as the machine continued to malfunction. Then, after another moment, the machine could finally take no more, exploding in a loud and huge matter.
After the smoke cleared, the laboratory looked almost decimated by the huge amount of explosive power. The cage, completely wrecked open. Everything around it fared no better. And for the mice, they had seen better days. A tiny and burned Pinky's backside could be seen in a dustbin, where the rest of the body was buried in a heap of wasted paper. After a few seconds, Pinky began to move a little. And out he came after that. Gasping for air, he looked around for the Brain.
"Brain? Brain?" Then, he heard a series of low-pitched mumbles from underneath.
"Oh dear! My butt! It's… it's coming alive! WAAHHAHAHA!" Suddenly, Pinky found himself tossed back as a big lump of white fur with two big ears emerged from underneath. Pinky shook his head and saw his companion lingering over him in anger. The Brain cringed his face and proceeded to grab Pinky by the throat.
"Pinky!" yelled the Brain. "Give me one exceptionally good reason why I should not hurt you!" He then began to shake him violently.
"GGAH! WHOAOAOA!" Poor Pinky was being harassed by his superior for pulling off yet another blunder in Brain's plans to conquer the world. But little did they know, that Brain's invention was able to do its worth. Just before it exploded, the machine fired a shot at the TV. The TV, which managed to remain intact after the explosion, continued glow red. Showing in the screen was still the scene of four average kids walking home from school. What came next would make the days of Pinky and the Brain go awry.
-Elwood City-
While on their way back home, the four kids continued to chat away. But just then, George began to hear a certain buzzy noise behind him. It wasn't a fly or a bee. But rather an electrifying sound. He looked behind at where it came from.
"Huh?" As he looked on, he saw a circle of energy forming behind him. As it began to take shape and colour of red, he alerted the others to the weird energy form.
"Uh guys?" he called out. They all stopped to look at him… and the circle. They had never seen anything like it, except in their favourite TV shows. The Brain, for one, was intrigued by the sudden flow of energy. He walked over to it.
"Hmmmm…" He attempted to touch it, but then, in one sudden moment, the energy circle formed into a portal and sucked the Brain into it!
"AAAAHHHH!" yelled the Brain as he disappeared into the wormhole. Shocked by the events unfurled, the others could only watch as the Brain was pulled into the portal. Then, the next thing you know it, George was also being sucked in.
"Oh no! HELP!" Fern and Binky tried to rescue him, pulling his arms. But in the process, they only ended up following him inside.
"WHOAA!" The four kids all disappeared in a blink of an eye. The portal soon vanished into the air. Where could they have gone? What misadventures will they get caught up with? You just have to wait and see. It's going to be a real caper as the clash of the Brains shall commence!
Coming soon!
This chapter was a sneak preview of the story, but enough was said and done. Please do tell me what you think about this crossover. I might have trouble coming up with the usual Pinky and the Brain puns, so if you guys have something in mind, please do PM me!
But all the same, do R&R! Thanks a bunch! You're wonderful people