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Application for Brain/Pinky and the Brain
With the final solder put in place, Brain raises his welding mask up from his face and puts down the Bic lighter. Wiping sweat from his brow he stands back and looks at his newest invention.
"So Brain." comes a high pitched voice from behind a stack of wires, "What are we gunna do tonight?"
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!" Brain starts walking toward a set of switches he has lined up.
"Come here Pinky. This is my latest invention." Brain sweeps his arm with a great flourish showing off a metal platform with humming Tesla coils all around it. "With a flick of these switches I can teleport myself anywhere in the world. By doing this I can then rearrange all the mailing address and billing statements at the credit card companies around the world and send the bills to that crazy rabbit over in lab 5. By doing this it will cause an economic collapse when he tries to pay for everything in carrots. With the world economy in disarray, I will step forward and purchase all the ranch dressing stocks. Do you know what this means, Pinky?"
"Ummm..." Pinky scratches behind an ear. "But how will we get all the monkeys to play dueling banjos?"
Brain slaps his hand against his forehead and silently counts to a trillion.
"No, Pinky. It means that all those carrots will go to waste unless they buy our brand of ranch dressing. In that dressing we will be using an extract that will cause people to blindly follow commands from a specific frequency. Which we will use the satellite dish on top of the labs to send forth. People will then have an incredible urge to come here and bow down and worship me as their one and true king!"
"Oooo...NARF!! That's great Brain."
Then Pinky trips over a wire while balancing a food pellet on the end of his nose. As he falls backwards, Brain is standing on the metal platform checking out one of the coils. Pinky lands on the switches and with an audible CLICK there is a humming of power and a blinding flash of light.
Brain feels as if every atom in his body is ripped apart and slammed together at once as energy cascades all over his body. With an audible POP! Brain is gone.
POP!
A large gate is looming before him cheerful music can be heard behind the gates and a HUGE mouse is standing before Brain.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Brain instantly recognizes Mickey. "Why yes, my name is Brain."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"I am the other mouse that is trying to take over the world!"
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You
know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If
you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"My first wish would be to RULE THE WORLD!" Brain ponders a moment on the
value of his other two wishes and then replies. "The other two wishes I
would put in escrow till needed."
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"WHY YES!!!! As soon as you wish me free then I can grant unlimited wishes"
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"There will be no need for me to BARTER. I will be the leader of the revolution and as such I will have whatever I need."
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"White, of course."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"I would say robots and humans. I can program both to do anything I need them to do."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Just my intellect."
"So Brain." comes a high pitched voice from behind a stack of wires, "What are we gunna do tonight?"
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!" Brain starts walking toward a set of switches he has lined up.
"Come here Pinky. This is my latest invention." Brain sweeps his arm with a great flourish showing off a metal platform with humming Tesla coils all around it. "With a flick of these switches I can teleport myself anywhere in the world. By doing this I can then rearrange all the mailing address and billing statements at the credit card companies around the world and send the bills to that crazy rabbit over in lab 5. By doing this it will cause an economic collapse when he tries to pay for everything in carrots. With the world economy in disarray, I will step forward and purchase all the ranch dressing stocks. Do you know what this means, Pinky?"
"Ummm..." Pinky scratches behind an ear. "But how will we get all the monkeys to play dueling banjos?"
Brain slaps his hand against his forehead and silently counts to a trillion.
"No, Pinky. It means that all those carrots will go to waste unless they buy our brand of ranch dressing. In that dressing we will be using an extract that will cause people to blindly follow commands from a specific frequency. Which we will use the satellite dish on top of the labs to send forth. People will then have an incredible urge to come here and bow down and worship me as their one and true king!"
"Oooo...NARF!! That's great Brain."
Then Pinky trips over a wire while balancing a food pellet on the end of his nose. As he falls backwards, Brain is standing on the metal platform checking out one of the coils. Pinky lands on the switches and with an audible CLICK there is a humming of power and a blinding flash of light.
Brain feels as if every atom in his body is ripped apart and slammed together at once as energy cascades all over his body. With an audible POP! Brain is gone.
POP!
A large gate is looming before him cheerful music can be heard behind the gates and a HUGE mouse is standing before Brain.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Brain instantly recognizes Mickey. "Why yes, my name is Brain."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"I am the other mouse that is trying to take over the world!"
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You
know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If
you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"My first wish would be to RULE THE WORLD!" Brain ponders a moment on the
value of his other two wishes and then replies. "The other two wishes I
would put in escrow till needed."
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"WHY YES!!!! As soon as you wish me free then I can grant unlimited wishes"
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"There will be no need for me to BARTER. I will be the leader of the revolution and as such I will have whatever I need."
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"White, of course."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"I would say robots and humans. I can program both to do anything I need them to do."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Just my intellect."