Monarch: Hey, what the hell happened to me?

FB (author): What do you mean?

Monarch: You just leave me in prison? There's no great, dramatic escape worthy of THE DEADLY MONARCH BUTERFLY?(franticly waving arms around)

FB (author): Umm…(flips through some notes)…nope.

Monarch: How dare you! You shall feel the sting of the MONARCH!

FB (author): I wasn't aware that monarch's could sting.

Dr. Orpheus: Do not fret. I have here in my possession a Home Boy, much like the one I used to entrap the souls of two pesky rednecks. If you wish, I can deal with…(points toward Monarch)…he who adorns himself in a child's costume.

FB (author): That won't be necessary. I'll just get Brock. Anyway, I don't own the Venture Bros., a bunch of other people do. So don't come after me. (does 'I'm Not Worthy Bow' to large statue of Doug Lovelace)

Dean and Hank: (appearing out of nowhere) Go Team Venture!

Monarch, FB, & Dr. Orpheus: WTF?

Chapter 2– Sacred Bond of Lab Partners
Goes along with either Home Insecurity or Past Tense.

Spring, Mid to Late 1970s

The room was quiet, almost too quiet. Brock had been gone for a few days. T.S. almost missed the steady stream of girls coming in and out of the room. He himself had just returned from his father's funeral and was relieved to get away from the member of Team Venture. They had spent their time buzzing around him and going on about what a great man his father had been.

'Great man my ass,' he thought. 'They weren't the ones testing the rides for Brisby Land.'

However, coming back to school seemed to heap more stress on him. He had a lab experiment in a few hours and was in desperate need of sleep. Although, sleep would have come a bit easier if he hadn't taken those pills, but there wasn't anything he could do about that now. Eventually he drifted off. His dreams were uneventful until the odd reoccurring nightmare came.

His eyes opened to find everything around him a strange liquidly pink color. He felt that he was floating…yet tethered to an immovable object. He felt no desire to move about, just continue to float in his domain. He closed his eyes in peace. Suddenly, something bumped into him. Shock and anger race through him. How dare someone enter his space! He would share with no one.

The object moved around him and he suddenly felt pain. His eyes shot open and he looked behind him to see someone attempting to take a bit out of his backside. He freed himself and moved to retaliate and drive the intruder from his home when a new sensation stuck him. He looked at the offender and felt a strange sensation in his stomach. He opened his mouth and began to move forward…

"Sir…" came an eerie voice. He paused a minute, looked about, and then continued on. "Sir…please…"

"What the hell?" he said with his mouth full of delicious meat.

T.S.'s eyes opened and he was startled to find a rather large portion of his pillow in his mouth. He tugged it out of his mouth. He then took a deep breath and rolled over to get out of bed. As soon as he rolled over, he was face to face with a strange man.

"Holy Jesus!" he screamed and launched himself backwards across the bed and against the wall. Underbheit's freakish manservant stared at him with an unreadable expression on his face. T.S. attempted to regain his composure and managed a weak glare.

"The master is waiting for you," Manservant said in a quiet voice. "I will wait for you outside." He then left the room, leaving T.S. alone to get dressed. T.S. shook his head in an attempt to wake up and then went about getting dressed. Once he managed to get that accomplished, he hesitantly made his way toward the door.

'Man, I just can't seem to wake up. I can't work like this. I need something to get me pepped up,' he thought. He glanced over by his bed and saw the bottle of pills he used last night. 'Bingo! Those will do the trick.' He grabbed the bottle and shook out three pills.

'Hmm…three or four…oh what the hell,' he quickly downed the contents of the bottle, walked out the door and down the hall.

Several minutes later…

"Ahh…T.S.…I hope that you studied over the notes for the lab while you were gone. Even though I am aware of your loss, I still expect nothing but best from my lab partners," Unterbheit stated proudly as T.S. literally floated over to the table. "In my country," he prattled on completely oblivious to T.S.'s condition, " the bond between lab partners is sacred. They must look out for one another, under penalty of death." T.S., who by this point was swaying around on his feet with a blissful grin on his face, grasped him in a hug.

"I'm so glad that you're my lab partner," he said in a slurred but cheerful voice, then attempted to give him a kiss. Underbheit cocked an eyebrow and inched away from him.

"Well, let us begin," he said quickly and began to pour out chemicals. T.S. watched with fascination as Underbheit worked. After several minutes, he paused and pulled out his notes. He looked over to T.S. to find that he had fallen asleep. "T.S., wake up. I need some help."

"Huh?" T.S. blearily lifter his head up and there was a good amount of drool suspended from his mouth. Underbheit was holding two flasks of liquid; one was red and the other was a greenish-yellow.

"I didn't take notes on this part. Do we mix these two chemicals together?" he asked with confusion in his voice. T.S. squinted at the two chemicals for a second and then scratched his head. Something behind Underbheit caught his eye.

'What's going on?' he thought as he watched two small green monster-looking things fly around his lab partner's head. One began tugging on his hair while the other began humping the side of his head. T.S. found it strange that Underbheit didn't seem to be bothered by the two little beasts.

'They must be from his country or something,' he thought. Underbheit, who was talking to him, suddenly brought him out of his thoughts.

"Well, do I mix it or not?" he asked.

"Yeah…its perfectly safe," T.S. replied with his drug induced grin firmly in place. "Trust me …"

Later that evening…

The most of the fire trucks and police cars had left an hour ago, but there were many flashing lights outside. A small section of the lab building was still burning and probably would be for several days more.

"…The young exchange student,Verner von Underbhiet, was removed from critical condition just a few hours ago and is recovering. Underbheit is the heir of Underland. Authorities say that the cause of the explosion is still being investigated, but initial reports say that its was caused by a chemical reaction in the lab.

"We have been told that Thaddeus Venture, son of the late Dr. Jonas Venture, was also present in the lab with him at the time. He was unharmed in the explosion but has no recollection of what happened. In other news, the new Brisby Land is set to open in…" Peter turned off the television on his side of the dorm and look over at T.S. who was sitting on the bed and gaping at the t.v.

"So, you don't remember anything that happened?" Mike asked as he entered the room. T.S. shook his head. "Well, I'm sure it will come back to you in time. I heard his dad flew in and was convinced that it was some sort of assassination attempt"

"The news said earlier that the explosion was almost directly in front of his face. They said he got really messed up. " Peter said, leaning against the wall. T.S. sighed and flopped backward on his bed.

"I guess this means he won't want to play Dungeons and Dragons with us anymore," T.S. said. Just then, there was a knock on the door and a slip of paper appeared at the bottom of it. Peter went over and picked it up and after a second he made a sound.

"Hey T.S., I think you might be right," he said. T.S. sat up and was handed the paper.

"Oh God…" he muttered as he read the sentence on it. 'An eye for an eye…a lower jaw for a lower jaw' was all it said.

Authors Note:

In case you haven't already guessed, this was my take on how Baron Underbheit's lost his lower jaw and became enemies with Dr. Venture. I have no idea exactly how old Dr. Venture is so I approximated. I can only pray that one day this subject is approached in a future episode so that I may see how close I got it.

I hope the end is okay. I had a hard coming up with what to put on the note. I also have to thank the Mantis-Eye Experiment for having such good episode summaries. I had forgotten that Dr. Venture went by the name of T.S.

Also, this ended up being 5 pages in MS word!

Reviews:

Curt: I have to agree with you on that one. Originally, when I first wrote the chapter, I thought Dr. Venture had said, "Alright…get their clones." I wasn't alone in this because my beta readers thought this as well. Then, several days later, Mantis-Eye Experiment put up the transcript, which confirmed that he really said "Alright…get their clothes." After going back and reading it again, I decided to go ahead and leave it as it was mainly because Monarch's minions are stupid and who knows…maybe in season two they really will be clones.

TV's Bialy: I haven't been able to find any other VB stories. If you run across them again, let me and I'll keep a running list until there is a VB section.

Rod G and CerisaTempest: I'm glad you enjoyed the first story.