Chapter 11
Send in the Clown Commandos
(道化師コマンドスに送ってください！の巻)
(or "Weekend at Gooey's")
NOTE: This chapter concludes the Original Gang arc, for now… The Current Gang arc begins, following this chapter.
At Nixon's headquarters, he was waiting impatiently for The Gang's debauchery, which was true.
"How long before we drop the bomb? Isn't that fat piece of Tennessee Mold dead yet?" He whined.
Just then, a figure appeared in the form of a huge fat green blob. It was… The Blob?
"The Blob, the most popular Clay Fighter in Claymodo Isle?" He gasped.
He snorted, "I came here to tell you that I want that fat piece of dung, alive, so I can sue him for eating my blob products!"
"How so?"
"Well, the guy has been working for me, selling my candies… but he keeps eating the profits! I'm all pissed up! It's bad for business. Besides, weren't you in charge of my new line, before?"
"Look, times had changed, but-."
A phone call was made, as it was a female voice. He answered the phone. She spoke, "Hello, President Nixon?"
"Yes? What is it?" He asked.
She then told him that Blue Suede Goo was dead, in Daten City, and The Original Gang is ditching his body to Disgraceland. Nixon was pleased as he said, "Good… Now nothing can stop me from dropping the C-Bomb! We'll have Steven Nevins by the balls…"
He hung up, as he turned to Blob, "Blobert, I need to meet with the circus. You, stay here and watch over the office, and we'll work out a deal, concerning the Blob services."
Blob snorted, "NO! I am NOT going until I get my payment, for his scarfy Gummy Blob Addiction! I demand that you give me $50,000 and 64 cents, for damages! And also some gak."
Nixon's Head gave in, as he gave the money to Blob, as he squished in glee. But…
"Hey! You're ten cents short!" He hacked.
Nixon sighed, "You got your money! Take it or leave it! AGNEW, WE'RE OFF! AR-OOOOOOO!"
However, as Nixon and Agnew leave the office, Kotoha was watching on, from the window. She snuck in, as Blob saw Kotoha. He gagged, as she knocked him out with a front kick. She then snuck into the desk of Tricky Dick's head and viewed his dossier.
"Oh, ho…" she sneered, without smiling, "Same old head… Percival and Michelle would be surprised to hear it…"
She was about to leave, as she spoke to the puddle of the out cold Blob, "You saw nothing. Feral Beauty business. Also, you smell."
She disappeared from sight, as she headed back to HQ.
Hours later, on the road, in Blue Suede's Cadillac, Steven was driving, while Percival was on shotgun. The girls and BSG's body was in the back.
"Man, I wish we sent him home, after we said NO to him staying," Percival said.
Steven said, "Now, now, boy. He wished to change himself, after everything he's done. And him dying would lead to Nixon's Head ending Daten City."
"Well, I managed to have Kotoha search what is going on in Tricky Dick's HQ."
"And?"
"And, I haven't heard from her, lately. Uh, before you answer… Kotoha is a friend, and uh, a detective."
"I see. You went and go for a snooper, invading Tricky Dick's head."
"She's an expert."
FRRRT!
Someone farted in the car.
Heather gagged, "AH! Heather thinks the Goo Elvis has expelled his bowels! You know how dead corpses are. Time of death-!"
Michelle blushed, as she raised her hand, "Uh, that was me."
Heather snapped, "Damn it! It smells!"
Percival gagged, "EW! Michelle? Did you farted?"
"What the hell, Michelle?" Heather cried.
They rolled down the windows, as Michelle confessed, "Sorry. I had a bite of that bacon, lettuce, tomato, pickle, peanut butter, pancake batter, butter, marshmallow, cheese, and banana sandwich – gluten-free, before we left. That meal goes right through me, since it was the only real big meal in this mucked-up world."
Heather snapped, "I think you just shitted your pants! Michelle sharted!"
Michelle yelled, "I DID NOT! Why would I soil me knickers, you slutty cat?"
Steven N barked, "YOU TWO! Enough fighting! The last thing we want is to fight, all while Tricky Dick is about to-!"
He then smelled it and moaned, "Oh… Man, that stank to high-heaven! Okay, Michelle… Now the smell has become worse. We need to head to a gas station and you better clean up your knickers. Here's one, on the way."
Percival then pointed out, "Uh, Steven… Bad news…"
The car stopped, as they saw snowmen in caps, tank tops, jeans, and shades. They had the same face as Bad Mr. Frosty, except that they obey the evil twin, Ice.
Ice is from Clay Fighter 2.
"Damn… Ice's men…" Percival said, "These Snow thugs show how to play it."
Heather added, "And refugees from a cancelled game."
Steven N said, "And they all hate Blue Suede Goo. They are like Blob's group, Tiny's group, and even Icky-boy's brood."
Heather whispered, "Icky's emos…"
Steven N barked, "I heard that."
"What'll we do?" Michelle whispered, "How can we get in the loo, without them knowing of BSG's corpse?"
Heather said, "I have an idea."
XXXXX
Blue Suede Goo stepped out of the car, walking in a staggering daze and a goofy walk. The snowmen of Ice watch on, as they glared at the noodle-like impersonator. What they didn't know is that Heather and Michelle are inside the back of the clay singer, with Heather walking and Michelle on top. They entered the bathroom and shut the door. The snowmen whispered, as they noticed Blue's Cadillac. They approached the car, as Percival was concerned.
"Man, they are coming to us," he said, "I get the feeling that BSG is in their concern."
Steven whispered, "Let me do the talking."
One snowman asked, "Hey, punk. What are you doing here in our territory?"
Steven N calmly replied, "Son, we just taking Mr. Blue Suede Goo on a ride, but we made sure to get him fixed up, before we go home."
A second one asked, "Then why are you driving his Cadillac? Only the King gets to drive it… if you call that washed-up Clay Fighter a king."
They laughed, as Percival said, "He got the runs."
They stopped laughing, as they huffed away. Percival said, "Michelle and Heather better get back here soon, before they grow suspicious."
He sighed, "I'm glad Peter isn't here to see this. He flips over his sudden fear of snowm'n."
"Snowm'n?!" Steven N asked.
XXXXX
At the bathroom, Michelle put her pants on, after cleaning her underwear and jeans.
"You didn't have to eat that slop," Heather snuffed, sitting by BSG.
Michelle said, "Yeah, well, none of it would've gone through my knickers."
Heather barked, "Well, it went up my nose! British lesbian…"
Michelle argued, "I said I'm sorry, so shut up!"
"Now what? The place is surrounded by Bad Mr. Frosty's minions and we have no way out. Plus, we're in the Men's room."
"Well, it was the only way to get in. Besides, would they catch us coming with him, knowing what happened?"
"Good point."
She peeked outside the door and whispered, "Okay. Get into position."
Heather gagged, "Oh, cack… Heather hates being inside a Claymate. What has he been eating, and when does he ever wash this suit?"
She said in anger, "Michelle, this is the last time!"
They went inside Blue Suede Goo, as they started to move.
Outside, Steven Nevins stepped out of the car and went to the bathroom, only to be stopped by the snowmen. One snowman, with a black cap and smirk, remarked, "Well, sonny, you must be in a hurry."
Steven N said, "I need to use the loo."
The snowman with a blue cap halted him, "Oh, yeah? Tell us, son. Why are you driving his car? Blue Suede isn't his jovial self, now is he?"
He grew nervous, as one snowman replied, "If you're hiding something, tell us."
A third snowman said, "I believe that these city folks have killed the Goo man, before Ice does… and Ice no likey that."
Steven N said, "Look, I need to take a shit, a'ight?"
Just then, Blue Suede Goo appeared from the bathroom, hobbling and wobbly. Heather and Michelle held on steadily, as they returned to the car.
"See? He is fine." Steven said, "Now you snow-blowers be on your way. He has problems with those gummy blobs he ingested."
But as the girls were about to get in, one snowman stopped them. He bellowed, "Not so fast! How do I know that he is the real Blue Suede Goo?"
A fourth snowman barked, "We wanna see him dance!"
The girls thought of an idea. They started to sway around, using BSG's limp arms, making like he is posing. As he made some karate poses, the Ice men were in astonishment.
"Oooooo…" they all said in shock.
But as BSG lifted his leg up…
RiIIiiiP…
Heather and Michelle fell out, landing on the dirt, ripping the back of his sequin suit. The snowmen were shocked by the sudden appearance of the Gang girls, which changed into snarls and glares.
"Eh, heh, heh, heh, heh…" Heather smiled nervously.
Michelle winked, "Charmed to meet you, blokes…"
They carried BSG back to the car. Heather announced, "He's passed out. He'll be fine. No worries about us!"
Michelle glared, "He's drunk…"
The snowmen then stated the obvious. One snowman barked, "You know, if I'm not mistaken, I'd say that these jerks killed BSG and plan to throw his body away."
The snowman with the black hat roared, "NO FAIR! WE! WE SHOULD BE THE ONES TO KILL HIM, FOR ICE'S SAKE!"
Percival barked at the girls, "GOOD ONE, MORONS!"
The snowmen shouted, as they grabbed icepicks, chains, and knives, "Let's get them!"
Percival yelled, "DRIVE!"
The car drove off, as the snowmen ran to their two white and blue ATVs, with Ice's insignia (An evil snowman face) on it. They chased after The Originals.
Steven N said, "Shit! They are on to us!"
Heather sobbed, "I'm sorry…"
Steven N said, "It's not your fault. Who knew that they would learn about Blue Suede Goo?"
Michelle asked, "More important, how shall we get to Disgraceland now, with Ice's thugs after us?"
Steven punched the accelerator down and drove really fast, into a huge highway. The snowmen followed, trying to catch up.
(Bullhorn): Hold on to your seats, Jack!
"The Gang IN COLOR" will be right back…
(The Sohmas are training in the gym)
(Kagura is punching a huge heavy bag; Kyo is sparring with Haru; Yuki is fighting a training dummy)
(Yuki destroys the training dummy with his left kick)
(Kyo): You damn rat!
(Hatsuharu): What gives?
(Yuki): Sorry. I kind of overdid it there. Every time I think of Akito, it always happens.
(The dummy pours sand)
(Kagura): Aw, darn it!
(Kyo): YOU IDIOT! That's the 5th dummy, this week you broke!
(Kagura; smiling): Aw, that's okay. I managed to have a spare dummy, just in case.
(Yuki): Huh?
(Kagura shows a training dummy that resembles Kyo)
(Kyo): WOMAN! WHY DOES THAT DUMMY LOOK LIKE ME?
(Kagura; annoyed): You have a problem with my Kyo Dummy?
(Yuki started sparring with the dummy)
(Hatsuharu): Hey! Don't break it!
(Yuki hits the dummy, so hard, but is still in whole)
(Yuki): Whoa! This cat dummy is awesome!
(Kyo): And it didn't break!
(Kagura): That's a Slamman! It never breaks, even when you play music!
(Kagura turns on the radio, inside the chest, playing tropical music)
(Kagura): He's all yours, Yuki!
(Hatsuharu): Hey, when you're done, let me have a turn.
(Kyo): How come it's like a Boxercise tape?
(Narrator): Introducing the Slamman! The Slamman is like no ordinary dummy for martial arts training. The Slamman is perfect for endless hours of training, and it is indestructible. And it can even play music, much like a Walkman. It's not just a Walkman, or a Slammer, it's a Slamman!
(Yuki finished training, as Kyo was angry)
(Kyo): Great! You had enough of any passive anger.
(Yuki): Glad it didn't break. Kagura's right.
(Kagura): See?
(Kyo): Hey, maybe I can use one that looked like Kagura.
(Kagura glared evilly)
(Narrator): And it can even be created, custom-made, to look like anybody.
(Kagura starts pummeling Kyo in a cartoon-cloud)
(Narrator): Of course, you can create them, yourself.
(Kagura): HOW DARE YOU THINK OF ME AS A PUNCHING BAG, YOU BASTARD?
(Kyo): YAH! OW! STOP IT!
(Yuki): I think Kagura wants her Slamman back.
(Hatsuharu; grinning): Not after I get a whack at it.
(POW!)
(Narrator): The Slamman! The newest way to train, without spending thousands of dollars on heavy bags and dummies.
From Blue Meanie
*-Batteries not included… for the musical part
(Kyo is being stretched by Kagura)
(Kyo): UNCLE!
(Bullhorn): Whaddya know? Back to the show!
The Cadillac was driving down the highway, as the Snowmen ATVs gave chase to The Gang, as they tried shooting them down, with snowballs and snow fist projectiles. They landed on the back window, as the girls were screaming. The car swerved a bit, trying to avoid any impact.
"I cannot shake them!" Steven shouted.
Heather cried, "This isn't an arcade game!"
Percival cried, "What'll we do?"
Steven remarked, "Take the wheel!"
He pulled out a gun and headed to the window, as Percival grabbed the wheel. He started to shoot at the snowmen. He fired a shot at the ATV, hitting it in the eye (The decal's left eye). The ATV spun around, but the snowmen held on, trying to maintain leverage. The second ATV sped forward, as Steven N fired his gun at the left front tire. The ATV spun around and crashed into a tree. The first ATV returned to the road, chasing at them.
"Steven! Hurry up!" Percival called.
Steven N fired again, but missed. The snowballs started flying, as Steven nearly go nicked. He caught a snowball and threw it back at the snowmen.
"AAH! OPEN RETURN FIRE!" A snowman shrieked.
BAM!
The snowmen get leveled by the snowball, killing a few snowmen, throwing them off the ATV. Only three were left standing. Steven headed back inside and held the steering wheel, as chucks of clay were sent flying. But… a disfigured snowman head flew onto the front of the hood. The Gang yelled, as they maintained the vehicle's ride.
"Disgusting hood ornament," Michelle said.
"Someone get it off!" Percival said.
"Steven and I will stay here!" Michelle said, "I cannot risk my hands on disemboweled head. It's disgusting!"
They stared at Heather. She then protested, "Don't look at me."
Percival said, "You're the only one…"
Heather snapped, "Fine! Stop the car!"
"No!" Steven N remarked, "Besides, we got more bogey snowmen…"
A huge white truck of snowmen thugs drove by, behind the Cadillac. The Gang was shocked by its appearance, as the truck looked like a huge drill, which resembled a carrot.
Michelle said, "They must've got the call from Dig-Dug."
"We need to lose them!" He said, "Heather, get rid of that head and throw it at them!"
"Are you crazy? I can't do that!" Heather shouted.
Michelle barked, "Get off the seat and get on the hood!"
"FUCK YOU!" Heather yelled.
Michelle snarled, "I'M NOT KIDDING!"
"Hurry up! DO IT NOW!" Percival cried, "BOMBARDMENT!"
The Snowmen started firing huge snowballs, landing at the side of the car, trying to destroy BSG's car, with him and The Gang in it.
SCREECH!
"Heather! We're running short on time! Do you want Tricky Dick to win, save Daten City, or let some anthropomorphic snowmen kill us with pre-winter snowballs?" Steven N ordered.
Heather grumbled, "Shit…"
She jumped out the car and held onto the roof. She climbed up, as her hair was blowing in the wind, through the speed of the car. She held on tight, as the car went on a swerve again.
"AH! EASY WITH THE CURVES, HONEY!" She called.
The car took a sharp turn, as the truck fired a huge snowball from behind. Heather crawled to the hood, as her feet and body blocked the window where Steven was driving.
"Heather, move right! Your right!" He called out.
"Sorry, babe!" She called back, as she went right, trying to hold on, trying not to let go.
"It's okay, Heather. I don't need to see your arse in my face, yet. Just get that slushy head off this car and chuck it at the snow-truck!"
"WHAT?"
"I said, just get that slushy head off this car and chuck it at the snow-truck!"
"I HEARD YOU! When I said WHAT, I mean are you out of your mind?"
"JUST DO IT!"
"HOW CAN I? The head is disgusting, and the wind is blowing at my face!"
Michelle asked, "Are you getting bugs in your teeth?"
Heather responded, "Michelle, I don't need your British Levity! … … …and yes."
She started spitting, as she grabbed the head. She held the head tight, and was sickened.
"Oh, gross!" Heather sobbed.
Steven N cried, "Hold on tight! Wait for my cadence!"
Heather asked, "Huh?"
"I'll let you know when…"
"Roger! Can I get in now?"
Percival cried, "NO! Don't bring that snowman head in here!"
Heather jeered, "EXCUUUUUUUSE ME!"
Steven N smiled in glee and reminisce, "Ah, like old times…"
They have arrived at the highway's M-curve.
Yes, I said M-Curve!
The car drove around the curves, as the truck also made the sharp right turns. Steven N noticed the truck tilting, as they tilted, too, as they held on in the sharp M-turn.
"Hold it… Hold it…" Michelle called, as she looked out over the car.
"Heather! NOW!" Steven N shouted.
The car stood in place, still driving, as Heather threw the snowman's head at the truck, as it prepared to land its side wheels. As the truck was in position…
SPLOOT!
The head splattered all over the windshield. The snowmen screamed in fear, as the truck went wild. It drove off the highway and flew off into the huge field of dirt.
SMASH!
BOOM!
Dynamite~! Dynamite~!
Heather jumped back in the car, as the truck was totaled in the huge field. It emitted smoke from far away, as the Cadillac drove off to the exit, heading to the circus.
"Yeah! Sho nuff, lambie pie!" Heather cheered.
Steven N smiled, "Yeah, but you are the one who did it. They say "Friendship is Power"… even those who are married. Heather, anybody who can hold an M-curve and throw a Hail Mary to a truck full of delinquent snowmen and send them to a melting death is okay in my book. Can ya dig it?"
Heather was in tears, as Michelle said, "Well, I see a Ferris wheel."
Percival said, "We made it to Disneyland, or a reasonable facsimile thereof!"
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The car arrived at the circus. The Gang stepped out and carried the body of Blue Suede Goo to the main entrance. They rushed inside the tents and headed for Disgraceland.
"Come on! We've got five minutes before the C-Bomb goes off!" Steven N yelled, as they ran with him.
They entered a huge blue and teal mansion, which was right beside the elephant and moke cages.
"Moke" is simply a word I heard of. It was from a classmate of mine, back in Elementary.
They ran inside and ran down the halls, heading for Blue's room, which was a huge royal bedroom.
"Okay, now we need someplace to put him, so we make it look like he died somewhere," Percival said.
Michelle suggested, "Well, he was like Elvis… My guess is that he died in the crapper."
Steven N said, "Good idea, sis. Take this fat guy to his royal loo, while I keep guard."
Steven was outside, as the rest of The Gang placed Blue Suede Goo on the toilet, with his head down, in a seated position.
"Why do I feel dirty?" Heather sobbed in disgust.
Michelle barked, "Stop crying! You had worse."
They left the bathroom, as Steven N said, "Alright! We got about two minutes before-!"
SMASH!
Nixon's head, with robot body, along with Headless Agnew, crashed through the window in Goo's bedroom. He stood up and pointed a gun at The Gang. He laughed, as he was about to shoot him.
"So, Steven Nevins!" Nixon said, "At last, I have you now. And with 90 seconds before the C-Bomb drops, I'll have the original Gang defeated! You may have bested me, Nevins, but I will end you and your precious little Daten City!"
"Why, Tricky Dick? Why?" Steven N asked, "Why would you try to destroy a city that has been caught between heaven and hell?"
Nixon's Head explained, "I'll tell you why, since you will die soon! You see, I wanted to make a new company to produce some of my products that I, and I alone, approve! Once I implode the city, you can kiss your gig goodbye, and I will produce my newest government-approved product to the alternate universes!"
Percival snapped, "Corrupt as ever! I knew you'd try something dirty! The C-Bomb was your plan?"
Nixon smiled, "Of course! The C-Bomb is real, but used by me, and made by me! But with seconds left, you cannot stop me! Only I, and only me, myself, and I… can stop the launch! Which reminds me… Agnew!"
He held up a walkie-talkie, as Nixon spoke, "Minion! Prepare to launch and wait for further instructions! Over!"
A voice spoke, "Yes, President Nixon! I obey! Over!"
He smirked, as he turned to The Gang. He said, "Now… Now, I can launch it, anytime! And the best part is… there's nothing you can do! Nixon always wins!"
Steven N pulled a gun up and shouted, "That's where you're wrong, Tricky Dick! Being the head of the most hated president makes you bad, seeing that you rule the Earth and all, doesn't mean that you're shit! If it means The Gang had failed, then so be it… but not after I blow your head off your body! And you forget that there are four more of us to face you and any other bad seed in these universes!"
"What's it gonna be, Nevins? Save the city, or lose everything?"
"Pull the trigger, son!"
They stared down and was about to fire their guns. But…
FRRRRRRRRRRT!
Someone farted… again.
"MICHELLE!" Steven, Percival, and Heather yelled.
"Sorry! But that wasn't me!" Michelle cried.
"W-wait… Then… Who was it?" Steven asked.
Heather called, "I called it! Time of death-!"
A voice said, from in the bathroom, "Huh? Where am I? How did I get here?"
Heather gasped, "It… It can't be!"
Nixon's head boomed, "Damn it! He's still alive!"
The Gang was confused, but Nixon was in an evil smile. He said, "Oh, no need to celebrate…"
"We're not. We're just confused," Michelle said.
Nixon then held up the walkie-talkie and said, "Oh, well… At least I get to destroy your precious Daten City!"
They all gasped, as Nixon made the order, "Minion! Prepare launch! NOW! Over."
Nothing. No answer.
Nixon cried, "I SAID NOW! Let's hear it! "Yes, President Nixon! I Obey! Over!" Uh, over."
A voice then said, "Sorry, Mister President of Earth…"
It was Kotoha's voice.
"Kotoha!" Percival cheered.
Kotoha said, as she was in the control room, with a minion tied up in rope, "Hate to break it to you, but your C(BEEP)-Bomb will never happen. I manage to detain your minion and disarm the bomb. It's over, Dick! Over and out."
Nixon cried in disbelief, "HOW? HOW CAN THIS BE?"
Percival said to Heather, "Cuff him!"
Heather asked, in confusion, "Uh… How?"
"Just… Just grab his head. Grab it."
Heather grabbed Nixon's tank, as Agnew kneeled down, surrendering. She grinned evilly at the tank, as Percival drew a gun of his own.
"By order of AAW, Alliance Across the World, Head of Richard Nixon and headless body of Spiro T. Agnew, you're under arrest for Attempted Suburbiacide!"
Nixon responded, "Don't you mean Alliance Across the Universe?"
Percival said, "John Lennon still owned the rights. Universe sounded right, but World is better."
Michelle said, "Not proven…"
He continued, "Plus, this is an alternate world, away from yours."
Heather asked, "I wonder if I can hock a loogie into his tank!"
Percival yelled, "Idiot! He's still a head!"
Steven N said, "He's right. Even though he's from the year 3000, his head must be preserved, so he and the rest of his fellow U.S. Presidents will still be around, dead, alive, or otherwise."
He turned to the 4th wall and said, "Note this, people reading. Even for a celebrity, who is alive, or just a disemboweled head, preserved for life and freshness, we treat our living organs with proper love and care."
~Learning and Growing~
Just then, Blue Suede Goo appeared from the bathroom, all dizzy and in flatulence, and approached The Gang and Nixon.
"Well, well! If it isn't Richard Nixon's Head coming to my wonderful land," he cheered, "It is an honor, sir. A wonderful President of Earth. You're the first Earth President to visit."
He turned to The Gang and asked in confusion, "Uh… Why are you four here? Did you come to exchange music ideas in my Master Bedroom? Surprised you came, too."
Nixon cried, "BUT HOW? You were dead!"
Heather said, "I was a witness. You had that huge deathbed sandwich and you keeled over and-!"
BSG said, "Oh! Is that what it was? I'll tell you, little lady, that sandwich really makes me zonked out!"
"Eh?"
He said to Nixon, "No worries, Mister President. She was too confused. I sometimes pass out into a coma, after ingesting these beauties of candy, made by my best friend, The Blob. One of these days, I'm gonna pass out permanently, and I won't see it coming!"
He then offered him some Gummy Blobs, "Care for some Gummy Blobs? Comes in different flavors – cherry, banana, tutti-frutti, bubblegum, pineapple, grape, orange, lemon, cotton candy, strawberry, raspberry, cherry-kiwi, blue-raspberry, watermelon, strawberry banana, sour apple, plum, peach, green apple, fruit punch, and my personal favorite, tangerine dream. All Gluten free!"
Percival said to Heather, "Take them away."
Heather dragged Nixon and Agnew away. Steven N smiled and jeered, "Long live your king, Tricky Dick! Long live your king!"
Dynamite~! Dynamite~!
"DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!" Nixon's head hollered, at the top of his lungs.
Muscle Man appeared, outside the gate, and said to the 4th wall, "Well, that clears this mess. You ladies stay tuned for the next chapter of…"
The Gang
-(Now IN-COLOR)-
He then added, "You know who else wants some of those Gummy Blobs?"
He said, "Not MY MOM, of course. Those things are awful and they are too much for her."
He jeered, "Had you there, huh, losers? What?"
He said, "I don't please you, all the time. I keep them, well preserved."
Miz-K Disclaimer:
This chapter, and its previous one, parodies an episode of Black Dynamite. Back then, I did a Miyazawa & May chapter, with this kind of problem, involving a dream. However, these chapters focused on a Black Dynamite scheme, adding pop culture themes and some of the movie's dialogue, which includes Nixon's head from Futurama (which is okay, since it parodied a real person, also like the movie). Of course, using Blue Suede Goo to portray as the Elvis in the chapter was pure genius. Even though it was fully lampooned on that episode, it was interesting.
Growing up, I played Clay Fighter, but was spooked by Bad Mr. Frosty's kisser. But I loved that game, when it was out for the SNES, and had played the series, ever since.
To those who read it, I humbly apologize, including Adult Swim, Futurama, and even Mr. Michael Jai White, himself.
Thank you.