Pinky & the Brain:
The Pancake Plot
Written by: Nonya B. Swackz
Disc.: Pinky & the Brain belongs to Amblin Entertainment and Warner Bros. Television Animation; created by Tom Ruegger.
The lab hummed with the electric buzz of barely contained genius. Pinky, perched precariously on a stack of beakers, tilted his head, his large eyes wide and innocent.
"Gee, Brain, whatcha wanna do tonight?"
The Brain, his brow furrowed in concentration as he adjusted a complex array of gears, didn't look up. "The same thing we do every night, Pinky—try to take over the world!"
Tonight's scheme involved breakfast, a seemingly innocuous meal that, in The Brain's hands, became a weapon of mass submission. He gestured towards a gleaming, chrome monstrosity in the center of the lab. "Behold, Pinky: The Pancake Automaton 5,000! It will produce millions of pancakes, each laced with my neuro-reactive mind-control serum."
Pinky clapped his hands, his tail thumping against a nearby Bunsen burner. "Ooh, pancakes! Narf!"
"Yes, Pinky, pancakes," The Brain said, his voice dripping with sinister satisfaction. "We will infiltrate The International Pancake Festival, replace the official batter, and unleash a tidal wave of delicious, mind-altering breakfast treats. The world leaders will be powerless to resist!"
He held up a tiny vial filled with a shimmering, viscous liquid. "This, Pinky, is the essence of obedience. One drop, and they will follow our every command."
Pinky peered into the vial. "It looks kinda… gloopy, Brain. Zort!"
"Silence, Pinky! We must proceed with utmost precision."
The first stage of the plan involved sneaking into the festival's preparation area. Pinky, disguised as a busboy (a disguise consisting mostly of a slightly crooked bowtie), managed to distract the head chef with a series of nonsensical questions about the nutritional value of banana peels. Meanwhile, The Brain swapped the official batter with his serum-infused concoction.
Back in the lab, The Pancake Automaton 5,000 whirred to life, churning out perfectly golden pancakes. Pinky, ever helpful, decided to "improve" the process by adding a handful of rainbow sprinkles.
"Pinky! What have you done?" The Brain shrieked, his voice rising in alarm.
"I thought your pancakes looked a little…plain, Brain," Pinky said, beaming, "so I thought I should just 'bedazzle' them a little bit. Narf!"
The Brain scowled. "Well, for your sake, Pinky, I hope your 'bedazzling' doesn't interfere with my plan. Otherwise, I'm taking back what I said about you being my Prime Minister when I'm finally World Emperor."
The festival was in full swing. World leaders and pancake enthusiasts alike lined up, eager to sample the world-famous pancakes. As the first batch was served, The Brain activated his subliminal jingle, a catchy tune that played over the festival's loudspeakers.
"Pancakes, pancakes, obey our command! Bow to The Brain, across the land!"
The crowd began to sway, their eyes glazed over. The Brain's plan was working!
"At last, Pinky! The world is ours!" he declared, his voice filled with triumph.
"Ooh, Brain! What should we make them do first?" Pinky asked, bouncing excitedly. "Should we make them all wear funny hats?"
"We will begin with a systematic restructuring of global governance," The Brain said, his voice filled with authority. "First, we will…"
Suddenly, a group of children, who had consumed the sprinkle-laden pancakes, began throwing handfuls of glitter at the world leaders. The glitter, it turned out, reacted unexpectedly with the mind-control serum, causing the leaders to break into an impromptu, wildly energetic dance routine.
"Oh, dag gommit, Pinky!" The Brain said, throwing his mic on the ground.
Pinky chuckled weakly. "So, I, uh, I guess that's a no to the funny hat idea? Heh-heh. Ploit!"
The festival descended into a whirlwind of glitter, dancing world leaders, and bewildered chefs. The Brain, his grand plan foiled by a handful of sprinkles, could only watch in exasperated silence.
Back in the lab, The Brain slumped in his chair, his head in his hands.
"Pinky," he sighed, "are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so, Brain," Pinky said, his tail wagging. "But where are we going to find enough glitter to cover the entire moon?"
The Brain groaned. "Just…just go to sleep, Pinky."
As Pinky drifted off to sleep, a single, glitter-covered pancake lay abandoned on the lab table. The Brain stared at it, a flicker of determination in his eyes.
"Next time," he muttered, "we'll try waffles."
