Son of Monkey Fist Chapter 18, a kim possible fanfic

The room to the right then lit up, and showed an animatronic of Patty using the machine inside her bedroom. She was on the phone too, talking to a friend...

"As I was saying, Daphne, I think collage is really swell. You should give it a try!"

"Hey, Patty, are you going to the Halloween party tonight?" asked a girl's voice at the other end...

"Oh, yes..." said Patty, "And I plan to lose a few more inches by then since I'll be going with that new and charming dream boy, Wilfred."

"Wilfred?! What a slug!" insulted the voice at the other end.

"He's coming as the Headless Horseman!" said Patty.

"Wow, that costume fits him for sure!" teased the voice at the other end.

"Come on, Daphne, that glob hopper of yours named Howard is not as handsome or nice as Wilfred is!"

The small room to the right then dimmed, and went dark...

"Oh, poor Howard. I wonder what they said about me when I was dating Sarah." said the man.

Suddenly, the cuckoo clock's small door popped open, and the wooden bird came out. It made a noise before going back inside the clock...

Rover barked...

"You're lucky, Rover..." said the man, "You don't have to date!

"No kidding!", whispered Ron, "He's a dog!"

"Yeah...", whispered Gio to Ron, "Dogs don't even know what dating is!"

"Well, we're caught up in the Do-It-Yourself craze these days..." said the man, "We're remodeling our basement has something called a Rumpus Room. And we can surely look forward to a few Rumpuses, I tell you, as long as they don't out of hand!"

The small room on the left lit up again. Inside was a room being remolded. An animatronic of Sarah was standing on a small stepladder. It looked like Sarah was using a paint roller on the wall...

"John, this papering is getting out of hand..." said Sarah, "I can use a little help!"

"Now, Sarah..." said John, "Didn't I set up that that cleaver automatic paint stirring machine for you?"

The stirring machine on a table to the left flicked on, and began to spin around...faster and faster...

"Yes, John, you're a genius..." said Sarah, "Of course this will ruin my food mixer...not that you'd care..."

The small room to the light then dimmed again...

"Ah, good old Sarah..." said John, "Always the last laugh..."

Suddenly, splattering noises could be heard to the left of the theater. Rover barked a few times as Sarah's voice could be heard...screaming!

"AAAAHHHHHH!", she screamed...

"What happened, Sarah?" asked John.

"Oh, you, and your progress!" said Sarah's voice, "That paint mixer of yours just sloshed paint across my rub...uh...no, rum...no...rumpus...room!"

"Ha-ha!" said John, "Like I said, if you're going to get married, then marry a lady with a sense of humor! Well, it's time to move on. Let's cheer up Sarah by singing our song...come on, everybody!"

That's when once again, the song played as the theater began to rotate to the right again...

"There's a great big beautiful tomorrow,

Shinning at the end of every day.

There's a great big beautiful tomorrow,

And tomorrow is just a dream away!

Man has a dream, and that's the start!

He follows his dream, with all of his heart!

And when it becomes a reality,

It's a dream come true, for you and me!

Oh, there's a great big beautiful tomorrow,

Shinning at the end of every daaaaaay!

Oh, there's a great big beautiful tomorrow...

Just a dream awaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

Yori: (Mutters quietly) Poor Sarah...

The theater stopped its rotation at the end of the song. Unlike the first 3 sets, this one had no bulges or hidden rooms. It looked like the inside of a modern day house around Christmastime. To the left was a living room, a fireplace, a Christmas tree, a bunch of wrapped presents, a dining room table, a video game system, a nice painting, and a flat screen TV set.

To the right of the set was a small kitchen, a desk, and of course, another animatronic dog. Sitting by the Christmas tree was an animatronic teenage daughter, and an animatronic grandfather. Sitting by the TV set was an animatronic teenage son and an animatronic grandmother.

Standing in the kitchen was an animatronic of the father. Sitting at the desk using a laptop computer was an animatronic of the mother. Most of the set was decorated with Christmas decorations. This would be the final act of the "Carousel of Progress" show.

"Isn't it a pleasant holiday?" said the father, "The turkey is in the oven, it's peaceful and quiet..."

"YES!" exclaimed the teenage boy, who was wearing some reality video game goggles, "300 points! My best score yet!"

"Well, it was peaceful..." said the mother, "Until Santa brought that new virtual-reality Space Pilot game!"

"Your turn, Grandma..." said the teenage boy, as the goggles went up, "Let's switch the image over to the TV so the resident Flying Ace can show you how it works..."

The TV screen switched on and showed the words, "Cyber Chase" on it. The screen then cuts to the inside of the rocket ship...

"Just use your game glove to fly behind the other guy..." said the teenage boy, "And blast him with your laser blaster!"

"Laser blaster?" said the grandmother, as the game goggles went down over her eyes, "Well, I'll give it a try..."

"Take a look around, Grandma..." said the teenage boy, "You're in the ship!"

"It feels like I'm really there!" said the grandmother.

"Okay, get ready! You're about to blast off!"

"Here goes nothing..." said the grandmother as the virtual rocket ship on the screen took off...

"Here he comes..." said the teenage boy as the grandmother got close, "Oh, you missed him!"

The other rocket ship had moved away quickly...

Ron: (Whispers) Oh, boy, I can't wait for virtual reality! People say they're working on it!

"Hey, everybody..." said the mother, "I'm done programming our new voice activation system!"

"Great!" said the father, "Now all our household items will do anything we tell them to do."

"Great, tell the refrigerator to bring me a root beer!" said the grandfather.

"Well, it can't quite do that..." said the mother, "But I'll show you something it CAN do..."

The mother looked at the Christmas tree...

"Tree lights 30% brighter!" she ordered.

The colorful lights lit up...

"Now, that's impressive..." said the teenage girl.

"Oh, that's no big deal. Anybody can do that voice activating stuff..." said the grandfather, "Watch this..."

The grandfather looked at the dog...

"Rover...SPEAK!" he ordered.

Rover barked, and a small lamp by the fireplace flicked on...

"John, the oven should respond to your voice commands now..." said the mother, "Give it a try."

"Okay, here it goes..." said John, looking at the oven door, "Temperature to 3-7-5!"

"Temperature degree to 3-7-5!" replied the oven's voice...

"Look at that!" said the teenage girl, "It even talks back!"

"Reminds me of certain people I know!" remarked John...

"Yeah, right, dad!" said the teenage girl.

"You're going to lose him, grandma!" said the teenage boy, "Bang to right!"

Grandma was still trying to get a score on the video game, but Grandma was still struggling...

"Remember dad's turkey last year?" asked the teenager girl.

"Yeah, that thing..." said the grandfather, "Really smoked up the place when it burned, didn't it?"

"We ended up microwaving frozen pizzas!" exclaimed the teenage girl.

"Well, no need to worry about the turkey this year." said the mother, "Not with an oven that will do anything your father tells it to do."

Yori: (Gasps quietly) Oh, my. A too-well done turkey...Yes, that would ruin a dinner...

At that point, Grandma blasted the other spaceship, and got a good score...

"Good shot!" said the teenage boy.

"Did you see that?!" exclaimed the grandmother.

"Dad, Grandma's up to 550 points!" exclaimed the teenage boy.

"Did you say 550?" asked John, "She's getting the hang of that thing!"

At that point, without anyone noticing, the oven spoke up...

"Temperature degrees to 5-5-0!" it said, changing the temperature...

"I can't believe all the new gadgets you got now!" aid the grandfather, "You know in my days..."

"Oh, no..." said the teenager, "You're not going to tell us about the old days when you didn't even have a car phone!"

"Hey, Trish..." said the grandfather, "For a while, we didn't even have a house phone! Not to mention laser discs or hi-d TVs. Everything is automated today! Including..."

At that point, a small light in a doorway by the dining room went on, and a toilet flushing sound could be heard...

"Well, including that!" said the grandfather.

"No privacy is around this place!" said an old man's voice.

"Sorry, Orville..." said the grandfather, "Anyways, you people don't know how easy you got it now!"

"You know my father told me the very same thing when I was a kid!" said the mother.

"Take that, you nincompoop!" exclaimed the grandmother, as she blasted another spaceship.

"Hey, check it out, dad!" said the teenage boy, "Grandma is up to 975 points!"

"Wow...975!" exclaimed John...

Suddenly, the oven spoke up again...

"Temperature degrees to 9-7-5!" it said, ""Bake Mode Overload! Bake Mode Overload! Please overwrite the command now!"

Ron: (Winces) Oh, boy, they're going to have a smoking turkey again.

"John, what's wrong with the oven?" asked the mother...

"Well...I...uh..." began John...

Suddenly, "BOOM!" the oven door swung open, and inside was a brunt turkey!

"Bake Mode complete..." said the oven, "Enjoy your meal!"

"Looks like they won't be getting turkey this year!" whispered Gio to Ron...

"Anyone for pizza?" joked the teenager girl.

"Oh, man..." groaned the mother, "Another Christmas turkey ruined!"

At that point, the TV screen showed the words, "Congratulations, You Saved the Planet" before shutting off. The goggles went up on Grandma's face...

"Man, what a game..." said the grandmother, "I really smoked those guys! Looks like I'm Resident Flying Ace now!"

"Best 2 out of 3, Grandma?" asked the teenage boy...

"Later, kid..." replied Grandma, "Boy, that was fun! What will they think of next?"

"Who knows..." relied the teenage girl, "We've got a whole new century waiting for us out there!"

"Yeah..." said the mother, "And maybe sometime in the new century, your father will learn how to talk to our oven!"

"Well, maybe by then, ovens will read our minds." said John, "And hey, as long as we're all here and happy and together for the holidays, who cares if I burned our Christmas turkey?"

"I do!" said Grandma, "I'm starving!"

"Don't worry, dad!" said the teenage boy, "Someday, everything is going to be so automated, you won't ever have to cook another Christmas turkey ever again!"

Rover barked, and everyone else laughed. The oven door closed up, and for the final time, the theater began to rotate to the right as the song started up...