I know it's mostly MST3K so far and not a whole lot of Trek. This chapter will still be more of the same, what with introducing the Mads and all, but after that expect a lot more Kirk, McCoy, and Spocko as they attempt to get back to their own time. This chapter will be a short one, so it won't be long until our favorite trio will be center stage.

Chapter 2: Kirk Is Uppity and Dr. Forrester Gets Pissy

A large screen descended from the ceiling displaying the image of a doughy man dressed all in black with large platinum hair with a spit curl. He stood in what appeared to be a laboratory of some sort.

"Hey, guys. Clay's looking for your movie right now, so I guess I'll just…" he leaned in closer to the screen, squinting. He had apparently noticed the three strange looking visitors. "…Hey….what the sam scratch is going on up there? You boys know you're not allowed to have friends over till you've cleaned up the place and asked permission! Clay is going be very upset with you," he scolded lightly.

"I assume this is your…. 'Tv's Frank?'" Asked Spock to Mike, bemused by this character's mildly condescending manners. Mike nodded, with a "What can I say?" expression on his face.

By now, Frank had abandoned his parental front, and was now quietly taunting them in a singsong voice. "You're gonna get in trouble, you're gonna get in trouble, Clay's gonna biopsy your spleen, gonna sale it on the black market—"

A voice boomed from off-screen. "FRANK!"

"Yeah, Steve-areeno?" asked Frank innocently.

"What in God's name!" exclaimed McCoy as an incredibly eccentric figure moved in close to Frank. The man wore a lime green lab coat, lime green glasses, and wild hair that flew in every direction. Both hair and mustache had an identical white streak, giving Dr. Clayton Forrester the appearance of one struck by lightning. He was looking piercingly at Frank; therefore he was unaware of the happenings on the SOL.

"Frank, how many times do I have to tell you not to feed the hamster! Withholding love and nutrients is essential in this experiment!"

"But, it's Perry…" Frank pleaded, beginning to weep softly.

Forrester only raised an angry fist. "Well your pal Perry will soon die! Die, the miserable beast, die!"—Suddenly remembering Mike and the bots, Forrester turned to the screen, grinning jovially. "Oh! Hello, there, Freeman Lowell! Botsypoos! Strangely outfitted men probably not from our time! Your experiment this wee—" he stopped, realizing something he said was a little out of place. "Hey…wait a minute…" pointing an angry finger at the screen, he yelled, "What are YOU people doing up there! You kids know no one's allowed to come to the SOL without the place getting cleaned up first or without asking MY permission! PLAYTIME IS OVER, BUCKAROOS!"

Kirk decided enough was enough with these babbling maniacs. "We would be off this insane asylum if we could get off, but for the moment we are stranded here." He sneered contemptuously. "We know all about your 'mad experiments' and we will take no part in your sick games! I am Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise from the 23rd century, and I and my team will do all in our power to return to our own time!"

"Oh, you will, will you? Hmmmm? Is that your little master plan?" Forrester began to cackle, getting a little too excited. "Let's see how easy that will be when I CUT OFF YOUR OXYGEN!"

He lunged for the controls in front of him, but Frank stopped him by gently grabbing his arm. "Oh, c'mon, Clay. Let Mike and the bots have fun with their friends. They're good kids, they deserve a break. C'mon."

Forrester pulled away and crossed his arms, attempting to hide his pout behind a threatening grimace. "Ohhhh…all right. But those two humans and smurf better be off this ship by the end of the experiment! Unless of course, they want their spleens biopsied!" Forrester straightened his jacket, drawing himself to his full height. "And speaking of the experiment, Mike, your film today is 'Flesh Feast.' It's a movie about a mad scientist who uses corpses to try and recreate Hitler. It has a lot to do with maggots and murder and intrigue. Veronica Lake stars in the Gregory Peck role, and this is the first movie she made after she died. I hope it goes down hard; send them the movie, Frank."

"Those ears are divine! I have some cute clip-ons that would really bring out your eyes…" Frank addressed Spock. Fed up, Forrester grabbed a rolled up newspaper and smacked Frank with it, causing another burst of tears from his lackey.

"THE MOVIE, FRANK!"

"All right, just don't hit, don't hit, Clay," sniffing, Frank pushed a button on the control panel, and the screen went blank.

"Fascinating," Spock said, not quite sure what to make of the inept but violent duo in Deep 13.

"What's going to happen now?" Asked McCoy to Mike.

"In just a few seconds, we'll get movie sign, which is a mild warning that if we don't get into the theater, the Mads will kill us."

"Yup!" said Crow. "What with them being evil and all."

"So, while we're in there, you folks feel free to do whatever you need to get back to wherever it is you came from!"

"Only try not to go into the green room," advised Servo.

"Yeah, Servo and I tried to redo the wallpaper with slices of Swiss cheese. It's kinda melty and smelly now. No clue why," confessed Crow.

Hoping to dispel this image by shaking his head, Kirk addressed the bunch. "Thank you for your cooperation. We'll treat all your instruments carefully, I promise."

"No problem. Hey, look for Gypsy! She could probably fix you up with what you need," advised Nelson. Just then, the entire bridge began to jerk around violently, the lights flashing and a loud buzzing sound pounding against everyone's ears.

Mike and the bots stood terrified, screaming "WE'VE GOT MOVIE SIGN!" They then flailed about wildly, before heading off in different directions. Eventually the bridge returned to normal, leaving Kirk and his team perplexed.

"That was mild!" asked a very putout McCoy.

Kirk sighed wearily. "They're a strange group, Bones. Considering what they probably usually have to put up with around here, it's no surprise they are surprised by very little. Spock, any ideas on how to get out of here?"

"I will have to consult the satellite's data system, sir," Spock answered. "Perhaps if I endeavor to find this 'Gypsy' she can provide me with the information I require."

"Good. Let's waste no time in finding her, then," said Kirk. The trio split up to look for the robot, each privately wondering at the predicament they now found themselves in.