Deep within the halls of Acme Labs, a middle-aged scientist carelessly carried a lanky laboratory mouse by the tail. Opening the door to the empty research room, he walked past several tables before reaching the green cage, which housed a big-headed mouse who was busily running on the exercise wheel.
Once he approached the cage, the scientist opened the door and flung the mouse into his domicile. The tall mouse let out an enthusiastic "Narf!" as he landed on the straw floor. The scientist shrugged his shoulders at the nonsensical phrase. He glanced over towards the smaller mouse, who gave him a menacing glare. Upon receiving the intimidating stare, the scientist turned around and briskly walked away from the cage and out of the room.
Once the coast was clear, Brain hopped off of the exercise wheel and approached Pinky, who was taking a much-needed drink from the water bottle.
"Good evening, Pinky,"
The lanky mouse's ears perked upon hearing the serious voice calling his name. Once he had his fill, Pinky sprinted towards his roommate. "Oh Brain, I just had so much fun today!" Pinky announced with great elation.
"You don't say?" Brain dryly replied.
"Oh yes! The people in the white coats had me run an obstacle course filled with tires, and swinging ropes, and monkey bars, which is a misleading name. I mean, why do they even call it monkey bars when they aren't shaped like monkeys?"
Brain tapped his chin in response, taking Pinky's statement into consideration. "Why that's certainly an enigma worth exploring, I have more important matters to discuss. While you were being needlessly exploited in the name of human curiosity, I finally perfected my surefire plan for world domination."
The pudgy mouse ran towards the other side of the cage and took out a sparkling article of clothing that was hidden beneath the straw. "Behold! The mind-control leotard!" He eagerly declared as he held out a dazzling pink one-piece.
"Naaarf!" Pinky gasped.
"I intend to seize control over a major clothing factory in order to mass-produce the leotard in large quantities and ship them to every respectable and illustrious ballet school in the world." Brain explained as he took out a small electronic tablet. "I will then use my mind-control device to turn all the professional ballet dancers into my own unstoppable army that I shall use to take over the world!"
"Egad Brain, brilliant!" Pinky cheered, but then a concerning thought emerged in his head. "But wait, no no, how exactly will you use an army of ballerinas to take over the world?"
"If a military leader were to see my squadron of elite dancers, they would be too captivated by their graceful moves to even consider fighting back." Brain bitterly dismissed as he shoved the leotard into his roommate's chest, who reluctantly clutched the article of clothing "Now do me a favor and try this on, Pinky. I want to test out the leotard before we continue to the next phase of the plan."
Pinky gleefully accepted the leotard and ran off to the changing divider to slip on the dance outfit. Two minutes later, Pinky emerged in the sparkling leotard. While he found the outfit to be fetching, he knew that he had to get used to the small chip on the backside of the garment.
"How do I look?" Pinky asked sincerely as he struck a few poses.
"Simply divine, Pinky." Brain answered curtly, but honestly. The pudgy mouse quickly retrieved his headset and placed it on and turned on the electronic device. "Now, you go dance around or whatever while I get this thing working."
Pinky began to twirl around like a graceful ballerina. Even Brain had to admit that Pinky was a skilled dancer. Perhaps he should have invested in more world domination plans that surrounded dance if it meant watching Pinky move gracefully about.
"Zounds, Brain! This is just tons of fun!" Pinky laughed.
The light on the device lit up, meaning that it was functioning as normal. Brain's eyes lit up with joy. The megalomaniacs pressed the green circular button to turn on the mind control in the hopes that Pinky would fall under his control. Instead, Brain saw the fuse breaking in the back of the leotard and a small flame emerging. Pinky continued to dance in a stunning pirouette, unaware of the glowing ember on his back.
Alarmed by the fire, Brain yanked the mind-control headset off of his head and quickly retrieved the small fire extinguisher that laid near the water bottle. Once he grabbed the red can, Brain sprinted towards Pinky and used the hose on his cagemate, dousing the fire. Pinky guffawed as he was covered with the white foamy substance.
"Thank heavens," Brain exhaled in relief. "Now I'll need to make certain that the next plan I have won't be a fire hazard."
Pinky noted the dejected look on Brain's face. The mouse immediately went to his friend's side, placing a comforting paw on his shoulder. "Oh cheer up Brain, I'm sure you'll come up with another plan to take over the world while the night's still young! Zort!"
Brain's shoulders sagged as he let out a deflated sigh. "That was the only feasible idea I came up with." He replied as he shrugged off Pinky's gentle hand. "All of my other ideas were too far-fetched to make it past the drawing board." The pudgy mouse trudged along with the myriad of crumpled-up balls of notebook paper. Pinky looked on concernedly as he watched his roommate turn around and slowly slump against the cage bars in defeat.
After a moment of silence, Pinky walked through the pile of rejected plans and approached Brain. With a careful paw, he gently patted his big head.
"Don't worry Brain," Pinky comforted his friend. Brain looked up at the taller mouse, who continued to speak with unwavering optimism. "I know you'll come up with something for us to do tonight!"
Brain rolled his eyes. Pinky was always on board for whatever plan he came up with. Heck, he could tell Pinky that their evening activities involved rolling around in a mud pile, and Pinky would be ecstatic about it. As much as he valued Pinky's loyalty, there were times when he wondered how Pinky would spend his evenings if he wasn't already busy being a treasured asset in his quest for world domination.
Suddenly, Brain's eyes lit up as he brainstormed. He thought of an idea. A crazy, but brilliant idea.
"So Pinky, what do you want to do tonight?" Brain cautiously inquired.
Pinky's ears twitched at the question. He turned around and looked at Brain with a baffled expression. "What did you say?"
"What do you want to do tonight?" Brain repeated. "Since I can't think of any ingenious plan that will guarantee success in my journey to becoming Earth's omnipotent potentate, I think it may be for the best that you planned out tonight's activities."
Pinky was rendered speechless. He was not sure how he could process that information. Brain always had a plan. But now he wanted Pinky to take the helm this time around. He fiddled with his hands and pondered as hard as he could, but all he could think of was something to do with a duck and a hose. But even he wasn't sure that such an idea would be appealing to Brain. He was at a loss of what to do.
"I'm not sure what I want to do tonight," Pinky answered in a worrisome voice. "Well, other than help you take over the world."
"Plans for global conquest are clearly off the table for tonight Pinky." Brain replied in an exasperated tone.
Pinky rubbed his chin as he was deep in thought. "But the main thing I want to do is to make you happy, Brain." The taller mouse answered honestly.
Brain was touched by his tall companion's sincerity. There were times he thought that he didn't deserve to have Pinky as a friend. But even though he would never admit it, he always appreciated Pinky's kind words. At that moment, Brain decided to step up and encourage his cagemate to brainstorm potential activities to partake in.
"That's very kind of you Pinky, but I can't possibly be happy being cooped up in this cage all evening." Brain prodded.
"Poit! That's a lot of pressure." Pinky said as he tried to use all of his mental energy to come up with a good idea. However, the mouse felt a sharp pain in his head muscles, causing him to cry out. "Ow!" He yelped while rubbing his head. "I don't know how you do it, Brain. Narf! Coming up with something to do sure is difficult."
Brain snorted through his nostrils. This was going to take a lot of encouragement on his part.
"Surely you could plan some activities that are, to use your vernacular, fun-fun, silly-willy..." The eloquent mouse swallowed his pride before adding the icing on the cake. "...narf."
It was those magic words that brought inspiration. Filled with newfound resolve, Pinky was determined to plan out a fun and unforgettable evening with his best friend.
"That's brilliant!" Pinky gasped aloud. "Brain, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
Upon hearing the inquiry, Brain's face lit up with excitement, which excited Pinky in turn. But after a few seconds, the pudgy mouse's face contorted into a serious frown. "No," He answered flatly. "If you aren't pondering what I'm pondering ninety-nine percent of the time, then what are the chances that I'm pondering what you're pondering?"
Pinky's mouth slightly gaped at that realization. "Poit! I guess you're right." But the mouse was filled with a wave of eagerness once more. "But not to worry Brain, I can think of some activities for us to do tonight!"
"Take your time…" Brain replied as he exited the cage. He trotted over to the pile of history books and opened up the one on world dictators. "I'll engage in some leisure reading while you formulate your own little schemes."
"Right-o, Brian!" Pinky said with a salute. The mouse left the cage and trotted over to his smartphone. The lanky mouse opened up the device and went on the internet in search of fun activities to do in the city. After ten minutes of research and taking notes, Pinky was confident in his plans. "I got it!"
Brain looked up from his history book and saw Pinky eagerly dragging his smartphone over to him. The lanky mouse propped up the phone to show the detailed plans he laid out.
"We can go to the roller rink, and then buy a fairy castle for the fairy kingdom, and some dino-shaped chicken nuggets for dinner, and then watch a movie!" Pinky explained excitedly. "Oh, we're going to have such fun-fun silly-willy tonight! Narf!"
Brain smiled at his enthusiastic roommate. "Well, I think it's only appropriate if we freshen up and put on our best evening wear before we take to the streets, so to speak."
Ten minutes later, Brain emerged dressed in his casual evening wear. A red flannel shirt with a Batman T-Shirt underneath, jeans, and sneakers. Pinky arrived wearing a yellow T-shirt and pink overalls.
"Are you ready to paint the town green, Brain?" Pinky asked enthusiastically while bouncing up and down.
"Yes, yes." Brain answered, not even having the heart to correct Pinky that the phrase is 'paint the town red'. "I also took the liberty to create our own roller skates, knowing full well that the roller rink won't provide any accommodations for rodents such as ourselves."
"Egad, brilliant Brain!" A sudden look of dread appeared on Pinky's face. "Oh wait, no, no…"
"What is it, Pinky?" Brain inquired with an annoyed scowl.
"How are we going to pay to get into the roller rink or the other fun activities for that matter?" Pinky addressed, with a sad frown crossing his face. He forgot that most fun things cost money, and he wasn't sure that a dirty dime and some old gummy bears would cover the expenses.
Brain smiled smugly at his companion. "There's no need to fret over finances, Pinky." He assured his companion. The smaller mouse reached into his pocket and swiftly took out a credit card that he most certainly stole from the Acme Labs's front desk."Every purchase that will be made tonight will be on me." He boasted, flashing his teeth in a smarmy smile and winking at Pinky.
The lanky mouse beamed at his roommate. To showcase his gratitude, Pinky scooped him up in a particularly tight hug. "Oh thank you, Brain! We are going to have such a fun night together! Troz!"
Brain kicked his stubby legs in protest. He hoped that whatever Pinky had planned did not contain such mawkish sentiment.
The mice arrived at Skaters Gonna Skate, the local roller rink, and arcade, right on schedule. After parking their hijacked Acme Labs van, the mice entered the building and walked up to the front desk. Brain used the credit card to pay for the fare, and the employee ran the card through without any trace of suspicion.
The employee handed back the card to Brain. "Now, you can pick up your skates over by the counter," She addressed, pointing to the skate rental booth.
"And there's no need to make any accommodations for us." Brain explained as he pulled out two pairs of roller skates.
The cashier smiled at the two small customers. "Okay then, have fun!"
"We will!" Pinky cheered as he waved to the cashier. Brain tugged Pinky's hand along, leading him towards a bench near the rink. As they sat down to put on their skates, the pudgy mouse observed the interior design of the facility and concluded that it was tacky, to say the least. From the retro carpeting to the neon lights and the disco ball that shimmered above the rink.
After they put on their roller skates, the two lab mice skated out towards the rink. Brain observed that the rink was practically empty, save for a small group of teenagers. The smaller mouse was thankful that they went on a school night, so he was not worried about being squashed by a herd of eager children and teens.
The peppy synth riff of 'How Will I Know' blasted from the speakers above, causing Pinky to clap his hands.
"Oh, I love this song!" The lanky mouse exclaimed as he entered the rink. From there, Pinky took off like a rocket, gliding along the wooden floor with relative ease. As he strode around, he bopped his head and shoulders along to the beat of the music.
Brain cautiously followed behind his friend, which proved to be a difficult task. Pinky zoomed around the rink like a racecar in the Indy 500. While he felt out of his element with skating, he did not want to look like an incompetent imbecile in front of Pinky of all people.
"Relax Brain," He muttered to himself. "It's just like rhythmic gymnastics, but with wheels…" The mouse placed his arms out to balance himself. After a few pitiful strides, he let out an indignant snort. He was never going to keep up with Pinky at this rate.
But he felt a warm paw grabbing his from behind and carefully leading him down the rink. Brain looked up to see Pinky gazing happily with his cheerful blue eyes of his. Pinky guided Brain around the rink at a reasonable pace. The lanky mouse sang along to the lyrics of the classic Whitney Houston song as he skated about.
As the mice skated, Brain became more confident in his abilities. He pushed his stubby legs as fast as he could to match Pinky's pace. Brain also found himself bopping along to the rhythm of the song. But it wasn't long before he found himself singing along with Pinky.
As the saxophone solo hit, the mice were in their element.
Pinky led Brain to the center of the rink, gently holding both paws, and moved around in a circle. The lanky mouse stared into his roommate's pink eyes as they spun around. Not wanting Brain to get motion sickness, Pinky carefully let go and proceeded to spin around on his own.
Feeling ambitious, Brain decided to show off his rhythmic gymnastics moves. He took off his flannel shirt and used it as his makeshift ribbon. Brain lifted his leg up in the air as he twirled the shirt. He made a sharp pivot and made a short leap in the air before making a wobbly landing. Despite the risky move, the mouse was still on his feet.
Pinky gazed excitedly at Brain's dance moves. He knew that the smaller mouse prided himself on his rhythmic gymnastics skills, and was happy to see him showcase his moves. Pinky then skated in the middle and decided to join the dance.
As Brain twirled his flannel ribbon, he was shocked to feel two gentle paws securing his waist as he was hoisted up in the air. Brain looked down to see Pinky cheerfully lifting him up. At any other moment, Brain would have demanded Pinky to cease his silliness. But at that moment, Brain decided to savor the moment and extend his arms sideways in a triumphant pose.
As the song faded out, Pinky carefully lowered Brain back on the floor. As the mice exchanged smiles, the sound of enthusiastic cheers alerted the mice. They turned to find a small group of teenagers applauded them. Pinky and Brain looked at each other and immediately decided to showcase their gratitude by bowing to their spellbound audience.
The riff of 'Out of Touch' played from the speakers. Relishing the spontaneity of the shared dance, Brain was eager to maintain the emotional high while it was still in his grasp.
"Shall we continue skating, Pinky?" Brain slyly asked his roommate.
"Ooh, I'd love to Brain!" The taller mouse replied excitedly, giving him a back slap that was a little harder than intended.
"Chase me!" Pinky declared as he skated ahead of his friend. Brain shook his head as he followed his friend's lead.
"Pinky, I don't think this is the proper time to play chase!" He bellowed to his giggling roommate.
After an hour of roller skating, Pinky decided to move on to the next steps of his plan: to play fairy Kingdom and cook dino-shaped chicken nuggets. However, they needed to purchase the necessary supplies. So the mice decided to swing by Wal-Mart before returning to the lab.
Their trip to the store seemed to be going well at first. Brain brought along his white-gloved limb enhancers as well as a device that would allow him and Pinky to operate the cart without any hassle. The mice picked out the finest castle playset and royal outfits they could find. But once they swung by the grocery department, things turned south when they were unable to find any dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets anywhere.
"Poit! The dino-shaped nuggets are gone!" Pinky declared with a dismayed frown.
"What a travesty." Brain dryly remarked.
"Oh, what are we going to do Brain?" Pinky asked worriedly.
At that moment, the smaller mouse thought of an idea. "Pinky, do you remember the time you suggested we make bacon-flavored pencils?"
Pinky looked lost for a moment, but then his eyes twinkled as the memory returned to him. "Yes, I do!"
Brain took out his notepad and flipped through the pages until he found the equation for pencils that taste like bacon. "Well, it turns out that I have perfected the formula for the ultimate edible writing utensil!" Brain explained.
"Oh bravo, Brain!" Pinky cheered.
"Now, let's hurry Pinky!" Brain declared, pointing his hand towards their next destination. "To the meat department!"
The mice triumphantly returned to Acme Labs with their goods in tow. Brain had his bacon-flavored pencils cooking in the Easy-Bake Oven. Meanwhile, Pinky was putting the final touches on the Fairy Kingdom castle. The grand ballroom was filled with several guests, which consisted of crayon-colored cardboard people from previous attempts to take over the world and a myriad of rubber ducks dressed in different work uniforms.
"Oh, this is just as beautiful as the fairy kingdom made of potatoes!" Pinky gushed, clasping his paws together as he admired the playset. He wore a purple and gold dress with a silver plastic tiara on his head. While the mouse loved his royal outfit, he was eager to see how Brain would like in his kingly attire.
"Hurry up, Brain! We don't want to be late for the royal ball!" He called out.
"In a moment Pinky!" Brain answered from behind the folding screen.
The shorter mouse was dressed to the nines in his kingly attire. A blue coat with gold epaulets, a white ruffled collared shirt, a gold cummerbund, black pants, knee-high socks, and black buckled shoes. The small mouse carefully adjusted the gold plastic crown on top of his head. A proper look for any self-respecting monarch.
Brain looked at himself in the mirror and was pleased with how he looked. "Yes!" He declared with a confident grin.
If Brain was not going to take over the world tonight, then he was going to play out his dictatorial dreams by taking on the role of the Fairy King, the undisputed ruler over the Fairy Kingdom, with Pinky as his Fairy Queen.
The small mouse emerged from the changing divider to find Pinky utterly spellbound by his royal wardrobe. "Oh Brain, you look so dashing in that outfit!" The lanky mouse complimented, his dress swishing as he approached the other mouse.
"Forgive my tardiness, dearest Fairy Queen." Brain politely apologized. To further immerse himself in the role of a monarch, he gently took Pinky's hand and gave it a tender kiss.
"Oh stop it, Fairy King, you're making me feel all soft and gooshy!" Pinky gushed, his cheeks blushing to a nice shade of pink.
"Now, allow me to escort you to the ballroom, for there is much merriment to be had on this fine evening!" Brain informed as he offered his arm to Pinky. The taller mouse graciously accepted and the two gracefully made their way over to the ballroom. Pinky and Brain waved to the inanimate attendees. While Brain was playing along, knowing that they wouldn't wave back, Pinky treated the objects as if they were living beings.
Brain gently removed his arm from Pinky and dashed over to the smartphone, which was propped up against the coffee maker. Pinky eagerly waited in the middle of the ballroom as Brain logged onto Spotify to put on the appropriate dance music. Brain scrolled through the playlist and found the perfect song to open with: Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the Flowers.
"Now, let us dance the night away! Zort!" Pinky declared. "Play that funky music, Fairy King!"
"Yes! Let the dancing commence!" Brain announced as he pressed play on the smartphone.
But instead of the melodious beauty of Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the Flowers, a noodling guitar riff reached his ears instead. "Do you want to make some extra cash the easy way?" A seductive voice announced from the speakers.
"Right after this thirty-second unskippable advertisement." He responded with a sardonic twinge in his voice.
"Narf! Oh, sorry Brain! I forgot that I had a free account on Spotify instead of a paid membership." Pinky apologized with a sheepish smile.
Brain let out an exasperated groan. Once the thirty-second ad faded out, the familiar sound of trumpets playing the main melody. Brain walked the two-and-a-half feet from the phone back towards the ballroom in the plastic castle playset. Pinky spun around, swishing his dress around as he approached Brain.
The harp solo echoed as the two mice met face to face. Pinky and the Brain curtseyed and bowed respectively before starting their waltz.
The two mice clasped their hands together, with Brain gently wrapping his hand around Pinky's waist, and Pinky's other hand settled on top of it. They began to sway to the enchanting music, stepping in time without breaking away from each other's gaze.
Pinky proved to be a marvelous dancer. He masterfully stepped along to the music and moved about without missing a beat. Brain applied his rhythmic gymnastic skills the second time this evening as he danced along with Pinky. He managed to keep in time to the music and sweep his lanky roommate around the ballroom.
As they swayed along the dance floor, both mice allowed their imaginations to run wild, sharing the same fantasy. As the music swelled, both mice imagined themselves waltzing in a crowded imperial ballroom. The inanimate guests were transformed into well-dressed royal subjects. Pinky looked at Brain and noticed the golden butterfly wings that sprouted from his back. Pinky felt a small pop from his backside and felt his own pair of wings.
Pinky gazed into Brain's lovely pink eyes, musing over the different possibilities now that he and Brain had achieved sovereignty over the Fairy Kingdom.
As Queen of the Fairies, Pinky would attend many social gatherings and events to please his subjects. He would also engage in many fun-fun silly-willy activities like creating buildings made from mashed potatoes, or having pool parties in the toilets. He could even use his fairy powers to bring life to the origami birdies, and they will fly around the castle and play with him and Brain during the day. Pinky could also make many dishes of food pellets and cheesecake for Brain, and they could watch the sunset from the castle balcony together.
Brain stared into Pinky's ocean blue eyes as they glided across the air.
"Yes!" He thought to himself. This was his ultimate goal. Not only to be the undisputed ruler of the world but to share all the glory with Pinky.
He could see all the possibilities before his very eyes. Hosting lavish balls and parties in Pinky's honor, providing him with all the finest cheeses he could consume to his heart's desire, using his status as world leader to secure dance lessons with the most illustrious instructors he could find. And by Ptlomey's sandal, he'll even indulge in Pinky's inclination to horses and purchase a whole stable of mares just for him.
The mice were in bliss as they gracefully danced around the ballroom. Surely nothing could shatter their beautiful moment together.
But the loud ping from the oven brought the mice back to reality and brought their waltz to a close.
"The pencils must be ready!" Brain commented.
"Oh goody!" Pinky cheered.
Brain put on the white apron over his royal outfit, traded his plastic crown for a white chef's hat, and put on his oven mitts. Taking out the tray of cooked pencils, he set it out on the tabletop floor. After shutting the oven door and turning it off, Brain took a pair of tongs and placed the pencils on a large plate.
Pinky seated himself on a small empty spool and used the larger spool as a table. Brain placed the plate onto the makeshift table and sat in the other small spool. Pinky eagerly grabbed a pencil and chomped the lead tip. Within seconds, his taste buds were enamored with the flavorful bacon that emerged from the pencil. He chewed his food and gave a satisfied swallow.
"These came out great, Brain! Narf!" Pinky complimented.
Brain gave a small smile at Pinky's positive review. He looked over to his plate and took a bite from the eraser. After a few chews, his mouth was paced with the sweet sensation of bacon. He swallowed his food and looked to Pinky. "You were right Pinky," he admitted. "This was a great idea."
Pinky grinned, taking great pleasure in seeing Brain indulge himself in the unusual snack. It was not often that Brain would unwind and enjoy some fun-fun, silly-willy activities, but Pinky was always happy to see his friend loosen up and appreciate the little things in life.
The mice ate the rest of their pencils in peace and retreated back to the cage to watch a movie together. They still donned their royal outfits as Pinky propped up the smartphone by the wall.
"So what do you have in store for us next, Pinky?" Brain asked.
"Oh, I picked out some great movies and you can pick the one we'll watch!" Pinky answered excitedly. "We can watch a lovely movie about the Titanic or we could watch The Wizard of Oz! Zort!"
Brain's face contorted when he heard the word Oz, as it was associated with a particularly horrid scheme. After being sucked by a tornado in the Verkimer suit, Pinky and the Brain had a doozy of a time traversing their way through the magical land, having to fend off flying monkeys and having forced to be all 'buddy-buddy' with the Verkimer Suit and Wally the Scarecrow, both of which gained sentience in the magical land of Oz, most likely through the land's enchanting properties.
The two mice even managed to conquer all of Oz. After they arrived in Emerald City, one of the citizens informed him that Oz would grant them any wish they so desired. When the mice confronted the wizard, Brain immediately noted that the floating spectral green head was nothing more than a cheap parlor trick. After exposing the man behind the curtain as a fraud to all the citizens, the mice swiftly rose to power within the ensuing chaos. And for a few months, Brain was enjoying his new status as Emperor of Oz; putting together new laws that would improve the quality of life for all its citizens and basking in the high life that entailed with his position. But things turned south when Pinky acquired a pair of sparkling red slippers from a yard sale and clicked them together while saying "There's no place like home." While Pinky was vanishing, Brain was met with an ultimatum: to continue ruling over Oz as an emperor without Pinky by his side, or to go back to Acme Labs and return to his status as a social outcast. Within that moment Brain quickly rushed to Pinky's side. He would rather return to Earth and be brought back to his life as a lowly lab mouse and be by Pinky's side than to rule all of Oz all alone.
While he hated to rain on Pinky's parade, he needed to gently decline the offer of watching the latter film.
"Pinky, there are two things wrong with your offer." Brain stated flatly. "First off, the words 'lovely' and 'Titanic' should never be used in the same sentence. And second, are you certain that you want to rewatch The Wizard of Oz when we both know that it will trigger painful flashbacks of being chased by those pesky flying monkeys?"
Pinky's face fell at the sudden realization. "Poit! When you put it like that, you actually make a good point there. Just thinking about those flying monkeys gives me the willies." He recalled with a shudder.
"Don't remind me." Brain grumpily added. "I'd rather watch Titanic. It may be a long sit, but I enjoy a competently made, big-budget blockbuster."
"Sounds great Brain," Pinky replied, stifling a giggle.
But Pinky did not pick out the famous nineties blockbuster, but rather an animated rip-off called Titanic: The Legend Goes On. After the opening credits, a poorly animated recreation of the sinking of the Titanic played out.
"I tricked you!" Pinky exclaimed with a hearty laugh.
Brain grimaced as he kept his eyes on the shoddy animation. "Pinky, what in the name of all that is holy are we watching right now?" Brain inquired with an annoyed scowl on his face.
"It's a movie about the Titanic, but not the James Cameron one," Pinky answered as he took out the DVD cover. Brain inspected the cover, which contained the presumed romantic couple of the movie surrounded by anthropomorphic animals and other colorful characters.
"But this movie has mice and other animals," Pinky explained.
"Oh great, just what I need. Rodent representation." Brain sarcastically scoffed.
"And it's a musical!" Pinky added.
"Oh this oughta be rich," Brain remarked with crossed arms.
The mice turned their attention back to the screen and watched the film unfold. But it didn't take long for Brain to find himself laughing at the movie's poor qualities. Everything from the blatant rip-offs of animated characters from various Disney and Don Bluth films to the out-of-place rap number and the forced romance. He and Pinky found themselves pausing and rewinding certain scenes because they could not believe that so awful could be passed off as cinema.
By the time the movie concluded, the mice gave out blissful sighs after so much laughter.
Pinky got up and turned off the movie. "Narf! Oh, I just had so much fun watching the movie!"
"Yes, but watching it with you made the experience worthwhile," Brain replied with a wry smile.
Pinky smiled sweetly at the compliment. "Oh Brain…"
"You know Pinky, I haven't had this much fun in a long time," Brain admitted. "Thanks for taking the helm for tonight's activities."
Pinky ran over to Brain, scooping him in a warm embrace, and twirled him around. "You're welcome, Brain!"
Brain chuckled as he was gently placed back on the floor. He looked up at Pinky once more. Even if he didn't get the chance to come up with the perfect scheme, he would not have traded the time spent with Pinky for the world.
"Now I think it would be best to turn in for the night. We want to be well-rested for tomorrow night." Brain announced as he lazily kicked off his shoes, walked over to the sponge bed, and hopped in. The mouse was too tired to change out his royal outfit and decided to deal with that in the morning.
"Why Brain? What are we going to do tomorrow night?" Pinky asked, still wearing his dress, as he got on the other side of the makeshift mattress and pulled the purple cover over him and his roommate.
"The same thing we do almost every night, Pinky," Brain answered. "Try to take over the world!"
AN: I loved putting this story together.
This fic was inspired by one of the Promo Tweets for the Animaniacs reboot, where it was a character profile of Pinky and it said "nobody asks him what he wants to do tonight" and I took that concept and pretty much ran wild with it. I feel like Pinky would want to share his knack of fun-fun silly-willy antics with Brain, and Brain would just go with it.
This story was inspired by a couple of episodes. Brain's Night Off is one of my favorite episodes in the whole show because we see the boys trying to have a fun night to themselves. The Fairy Kingdom scene in this is a callback to that episode, but they use a castle playset instead of a heaping mountain of mashed potatoes. And I wanted to elaborate on the Fairy Kingdom scene by having the two portray the Fairy King and Fairy Queen. The Waltz scene was inspired after hearing The Waltz of the Flowers and thinking that it was the perfect song for them to dance to.
The Wizard of Oz reference was a callback to the ending of Brain Storm, and I always imagined Brain actually taking over Oz, but his reign would be very brief because Pinky and the Brain would somehow be transported back to Acme Labs.
This story was also an Easter Exchange gift for fellow writer cheeserollcall!
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