"...Football practice!" The first thing Mike had become aware of as he regained consciousness was the vice like pain and pressure in his head as he tried to sit up in a rush. He slowly opened his blue eyes and attempted to find his bearings, only to see that he was no longer in the elevator.

Instead he was now strapped onto a large metal table bolted upright to a wall in a bleak, dark basement. It seemed hauntingly familiar...

There was a unnecessarily huge metal, circular vault-like door adjacent to the elevator. It seemed like the only doorway in or out of the mysterious room. All along the dark cavernous walls were lined with coils, beakers, tubes, bizarre machines, wires, cables, large cylindrical tanks full of green liquid and a second large metallic table bolted horizontally to the floor. Laying on the table, also strapped down and seemingly asleep, was a familiar face in a red jumpsuit.

"Joel?" Mike called to his companion, softly at first to keep the pain in his head from increasing but soon spoke louder as to rouse the still unconscious man. "Joel!"

"I had Jell-O today..." From the table Joel slowly began waking up. He lifted his groggy head and glanced about the room until he noticed Mike strapped to a table on the wall across from himself. "Mike? Hey, what's going on?"

"I don't know." He winced in pain. "Man, my head's killing me! It feels like I have my head caught in a vice!"

"Well, I bet that large wood vice strapped to your skull isn't helping things."

"What?" Mike tried to reach the top of his head but his arms were bound too tightly to the table. Instead he tried to look up at the device but only succeeded in bumping the vice against the table causing his head to throb in pain. "Ow!"

Joel pulled at the leather straps that bound his wrists and ankles to the table but the restrains wouldn't give. "Hey, wait! Where're the bots? Where's Tom Servo? Where's Crow?!" He frantically began looking around the room seeking out his missing friends.

"Over here, Joel." Tom called out flatly.

"Servo?" Joel looked around the room confused with Mike doing the same.

"Look up!" Tom called again.

Joel and Mike focused their attention on the middle of the stone ceiling and saw Tom essentially glued in place to the ceiling in an unusual, yet somehow familiar, green resin. "Da' hell? Servo!" Joel breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you hurt? How'd you get up there, buddy?"

"No clue. How'd you guys get strapped to those tables?"

"Uh... No clue." Joel mimicked Tom's response in a flat tone of his own.

"Good questions, though." Mike added. "Well, that's one. Where's Crow?"

As the trio continued to look around the room for their remaining friend the large metal door began creaking open at an ominous pace with an ear piercing creak.

"Geez!" Tom complained. "Get some WD-40 for that thing! Or at the least plug my ears for me, Would ya'?"

Joel calmly reminded Servo, "You don't have any ears."

"Quiet you candy spewing globe!" The familiar voiced man blurted as he stepped into the room and stood in the shadows watching his helpless captives.

"That voice..." Tom shuddered in fear.

"No..." Mike quickly recognized the voice too. "That's not possible!"

Joel having been the first to recognize the voice before falling unconscious was also the first to find the courage to address the man. "Doctor Forrester?"

"Yes, my dear little space monkey. It is I, the great Doctor Clayton Forrester." He stepped into the light, with his arms folded behind his back, and stood over Joel. "Thought you could escape me, eh? Ha! Not even in your wildest of fever dreams you sleepy-eyed buffoon!"

"Wait!" Mike called out to Dr. Forrester in confusion. "But, how is this possible? You died!"

"Correction you naïve Neanderthal." He arrogantly stepped away from Joel and stood over Mike's table next. "My body died yet my brilliant mind and sexy consciousness continued to live on through my greatest invention." He snapped his fingers and the room lit up in bright white light while a large industrial computer in the corner hummed to life.

Joel noticed the computer and the wide assortment of unidentifiable attachments added to its exterior. "You transferred your consciousness into a computer?"

"Of course not!" Dr. Forrester snorted as he marched back toward Joel in a huff. "This isn't science fiction, this is real life! I transferred my memories into my newly cloned body and put the clone in suspended animation for 20 years. Duh!"

"Oh, sorry." Joel sarcastically apologized. "Then what's with the computer?"

"So I can conveniently shop online. It also doubles as my 'weather dominator'!"

"Oh. Where's Crow 'Commander Cobra'?" Joel asked as catty as possible.

"That smartass piece of junk is safe. For now." Dr. Forrester responded coldly.

Mike didn't like the way Dr. Forrester sounded. "Where's Crow?"

"Safe." He repeated flatly to his blonde captive.

From above Tom joined in. "Where's Crow?"

"SAFE." The mad doctor was losing his patience.

The three captives repeated the question in unison. "Where's Crow?" With Tom adding, "Dickweed!"

"Shut up! Don't worry about it! Worry about yourselves!" Dr. Forrester walked toward a very large red button mounted on the wall next to the only door. "See this button?"

Joel and Mike nodded, with Mike flinching at the shifting of the vice still attached to his head.

"Good. This great big button that must never, ever be pressed, will be pressed when it's time for the experiment to finally come to its glorious end."

"Experiment?" Joel felt nauseous just saying the word.

"That's right 'bot-boy', experiment. This is the experiment that will finally allow me to take over the world!" He grinned evilly and looked back and forth between Joel and Mike. "And you two are going to help me bring the experiment to fruition! Feel honored." He crossed his arms and stared at his captives. "Well go ahead, start feeling honored."

Joel and Mike gave each other and odd look before Mike finally responded to the bizarre offer. "Okay, yeah, sure. We're honored."

"Truly honored." Added Joel.

From the ceiling Tom chimed in. "Yeah, so why don't you go ahead and jump into my honorable butt?"

Dr. Forrester sneered at Tom's comment. "You, my little crimson bubble, will be the first to die!"

"Oh, good." Tom chuckled a little. "I hate long waits."

"Meh!" Dr. Forrester simply waved off Tom's comment. "This experiment my captive audience is not a single bad movie; no, no, no, NO! That simply won't do anymore! This experiment is a compilation of every bad movie and their absolute worst scenes your puny brains have ever been subjected to."

"All of them?" Asked Mike worriedly.

"Yes, my little guinea pig. ALL of them! From 'The Crawling Eye' to 'Diabolik'." He opened his arms in a dramatic fashion as he expressed his menacing glee for the torment he was about to inflict. "And YOU Joel, you will suffer most of all."

"How's that?"

"After the movie, I'm going to tear apart your mechanical friends; bit by bit, bolt by bolt, and you will be forced to watch!" With a twisted grin plastered to his mustachioed face, Dr. Forrester headed toward the door. "See you in an hour. That is, your final hour! Mwa ha ha ha ha..." Standing in the doorway he gave his captives one last sinister look. "I'm the God, I'M THE GOD!" He stepped through and slammed the door shut behind him as he left. The heavy metal tumblers in the door locked tight and echoed through the room.

The room was silent for only a moment before Tom made another comment. "What a jackass!"

Mike tried again to free his arms but the restraints were too tight. "Hey, Joel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think he really has a 'weather dominator'?"

"Probably. I don't know what one would look like, so I can't argue against it."

"Oh. Hey, what's that guys deal with you anyway? What did you do to him?"

"I don't know. I just cleaned up the place, but I guess my bosses didn't like me so they shot me into space."

"That seems a little extreme, doesn't it?"

"Depends on your definition of 'extreme'."

"Anything involving abduction, rockets or plots for world domination IS my definition of extreme!"

From the ceiling Tom was growing impatient with the lack of action below. "Will you two shut it and figure out how we're going to escape?!"

"Right." Joel agreed with Tom. "We need to get these restraints off."

"And find Crow." Mike added. "And maybe some aspirin."

From the poorly lit corner in the back of the room a familiar figure suddenly stepped into the light with a magazine in its grip. "Will you guys stop whining, I'm trying to read!"

"Crow?!" Tom yelled at his robotic friend. "Where've you been?!"

"I've been here literally the whole time you guys have." He dropped the magazine, a 1992 issue of 'TigerBot' and walked over to Mike. "Nice hat."

"Very funny Crow." Mike scowled. "Get this thing off my head, will ya?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"You're too tall. I've mentioned this before, Mike."

"Then untie my hands!"

"No, you're grouchy."

Joel and Tom yelled at the golden robot. "Crow!"

Tom continued on. "Would you just get on with it? I'm getting dizzy up here!"

"What? Oh, sorry. Hold on Joel." Crow walked over to Joel and began biting at the soft leather restraint on Joel's left wrist. "Kinky." Crow commented between bites.

The aged leather slowly broke away until Joel had enough give to pull his hand free from the restraint. "Got it!" Reaching over to his opposite hand Joel unfastened the second restraint before finally releasing his ankles from the table. "Hang on, Mike. I'll get you free in a second."

"What about me?!" Tom whined.

"After Mike's free, he'll get you down." Joel reassured.

"Hurry!" Crow urged his human companion as Joel crossed the room. "I'm sure 'Doctor Dink' will be back any second now."

"Why's that?" Joel asked while proceeding to remove the vice from Mike's head, much to Mike's relief.

"I sort of escaped from the other room... and I sort of broke everything in the room on my way out. Sort of... on purpose... for fun."

...to be continued...