(A new fanfic to send from Pokejedservo.)
(At 4/22/01 I, Pokejedservo hath released “The Toasty Histeria Picture Show”. This time I shall make a One-year anniversary special edition which will work as a “Director’s Cut” of some sort. Not only that my grammatical structure will hopefully be better I will add in some new scenes in as well and be more descriptive on others. Will this be a good improvement or very unnescessary. I hope you enjoy!)
SCIENCE FICTION/DOUBLE FEATURE (With Charity as the main singer while Loud, Froggo, & Aka doing backup. And this is basically a somewhat more “modern” version of the original song.)
Charity Bazaar: Jon Travoltie was “ill”
The Day his “Earth” tried to thrill
But he really “told” us on where he “stands”.
And Hugh Jackman was there
In black leather “underwear”,
Kevin Bacon was the Hollow Man.
Then something went wrong
For Ol’ Bobby and Fong;
They got caught in a viral jam.
Then at a deadly pace
Freiza blasted the Saiyan race.
And this is how the message ran:
Charity w/Chorus (Plays in the background during the opening credits): 
Science fiction, double feature
Doctor F will torment a few creatures. 
See androids fighting while as Goku tries to “can” it
And Francis X stars in Phantom Planet
Wo Oh Oh Oh Oh
At the late night, double feature, picture show.
THE TOASTY HISTERIA PICTURE SHOW
Starring
Lucky Bob (Jeff Bennett) as Lucky Bob (A Hero...of sorts)
Cho-cho (Tress MacNeille) as Cho-cho (A Heroine.. well.. oh nevermind) 
Joseph Stalin (Tim Curry) as Joe Stalin (A Dictator, A dead dictator but still a dictator) 
Froggo (Nathan Ruegger) as Froggo (A “Little Friend”, mind out of the gutter now folks)
Charity Bazaar (Laraine Newman) as Charity (A Domestic “Adopted Daughter”)
Pepper Mills (Tress MacNeille) as Pepper (A Groupie, talk about your type casting huh?) 
Franklin D. Roosevelt (Jonathan Adams) as FDR (A Rival World Leader)
Toast (Tress MacNeille) as Toast (A “creation” if you can call him that)
Loud Kiddington (Cody Ruegger) as Loudie (A... little boy WTF?)
Father Time (Frank Welker) as Father Time (A well Father of Time what’d you expect?) 

Charity Bazaar: I saw Cheetor in peril
Was also so agile
When Tarantulas took to the hills.
And I really got hot
When I heard McNeil, Scott
Voice a triplet but seems like poison but thrill. (We 
see pictures of Piccolo, Duo Maxwell, and Dinobot on 
the wall.) 
Dana Carvey played Bush
As “Abyss” gave us a Rush
And showing us one of Jimmy’s last “skills”.
But When “Worlds” Collide,
Said Mega to Prime on that night,
“I’m gonna show you some terrible kills,”
Like a...
C.B & Chorus: Science fiction, double feature
Doctor F will torment a few creatures.
See androids fighting as Goku tries to “can” it
And Francis X stars in Phantom Planet
Wo Oh Oh Oh Oh
At the late night, double feature, picture show.
I wanna go
Oh Oh Oh
To the late night double feature picture show,
By UHF...huh? (Big pic. Of Weird Al.)

Oh Oh Oh
To the late night double feature picture show,
In the back row,
Oh Oh Oh
To the late night, double feature, picture show!
(The Story begins but we take a different turn. We are now in a certain odd Russian house. Were we find a certain man and her “adopted daughter” soon enough.)

Communist Thug #1: Here they come!
Communist Photographer: Let’s get them close together now. The girl and her “parent” Yes, all of that “close” family. Ahhh, hold that. Beautiful! And… smile! Congratulations!
Charity: What is going on here?
Communist Photographer: We’ve brought you and you’re father here.
Charity: OK first off he only thinks I’m his daughter and why pray tell are we here?
Communist Photographer: We’ve brought you here cause our leader wishes to talk with your father. 
Charity: OK then why am I here?
C.P: Because our leader’s “little friend” has a little picture book of friends he carries around. And you look like one of those people in that book. Not too mention that you and your father will be here for a while by our leader’s request, why is that I dunno.
Charity (now a bit curious): Really, is that so?
C.P: Yes
Charity: And who pray tell is this “little friend”?
C.P: He is just upstairs in the attic madam and you are allowed to see him.
Charity: Ok
(She goes upstairs and it doesn’t take her long to find that certain friend who is none other than Froggo himself.)
Charity: Froggo?
Froggo: Charity?
Charity: I’ve finally found you, huh?
Froggo: I don’t think there’s any doubt about that. I haven’t seen you or the others since our show met its demise.
Charity: Well to tell you the truth, Froggo, my “father” was the only reason I showed up in the first place.
Froggo: O.K. that will be it.
Charity: Well it looks like we’re going to be here for a while.
Froggo (to himself): Yes! Yes!
Charity: Hey little Froggo, whats on your mind, huh?
Froggo: Who knows. Snicker (As Charity looks confused.)
Charity: Well its nice to see you Froggo. Guess we better find a way out of here Froggo.
Froggo: Oh to be honest I don’t think so. But this place can be beautiful. I can’t believe it. An hour ago I was just plainly by myself now... now I’m with Ms. Charity Bazaar.
Charity: Yes but uh… Froggo are you OK?
Froggo: Yeah but uhhh… don’t mind me I was just...lonely all this time.
Charity: Uh yeah...well though I sense something strange that is coming all too fast but I will be here for you Froggo.
Froggo: Yes, thank you. 
Charity: Why we will be out of this ourselves, in about a... (checks the script and yes this will be a common thing in this story do get use to it) year or two?

Froggo: Yeah.
Charity: I’m not happy.
Froggo: Indeed
CHARITY, THIS IS A RARITY! (Froggo’s voice will not be all that dramatically different it will be just smoother. And yes I’m aware of a certain blatantly obvious problem but I said this was going to be different, so don’t ask me where the “Charity” and “Froggo” is coming from & yes that is pretty anachronistic.)
Froggo: Hey Charity.
Charity: Yes Froggo? (And is now in a more “appropriate” hat that she found while searching the room)
Froggo: I’ve got something to say. (As he temporarily removes his hat while putting on some glasses he found in the attic.)
Charity: Uh huh.
Froggo: I really uhh.. like the... fortunate way...you got here in this... house today.
Charity (a bit surprised): Froggo.
Froggo: My mind was boggled but now I’m in Clarity. (Charity)
Oh all of this was to des”pair me”. (Charity)
Oh boy this isn’t being a good parody. (Charity)
I’ve one thing to say and that’s Charity, this is a rarity! For 
I uh.. “like” you.
(Froggo was about to get closer to her, but he turns away blushing like crazy.)

Oh I remember when we all caused so much hilarity. (Charity)
Our humor usually hits the right(Checks the script) polarity? (Charity)
Though Father Time was always a bit too hairy. (Charity)
But I’ve one thing to say and that’s Charity, this is a rarity for I like you.
(Is on his knees holding charity’s hands. While she is looking confused on whats going on)
Here’s something to prove that I’m no joker.
There’s three ways that this can grow.
That’s good, bad, or mediocre
Oh, C-H-A-R-I-T-Y I like you so.
Charity: Oh, I guess this will be a nicer show. (Froggo)
Now pardon me if I’m a bit too slow (Froggo)
But shouldn’t this be sung by Bob & Cho-cho? (Froggo)
But I’ve one thing to say and that’s Froggo, I’ll show, that I 
like you too...y’know. (With a smile & a wink.)
 

(As they dance with eachover closely)
Oh Froggo...
Froggo: Oh... what a rarity! 
Charity: I’m not sad...
Froggo: Oh... Charity.
Charity (smiling while pushing away his cheek): Oh you.
Froggo (while trying not to get too excited): I like you too.
Froggo & Charity: There’s one thing left to do - ah - oo.
Froggo: And though I may need some good therapy. (Charity)
All of this couldn’t com”pare” - thee? (Charity)
Oh sorry the only other rhyming word I can think of is Laramie. (Charity)
Now I’ve one thing to say and that’s Charity, this is a rarity, for I like you.
Charity, Rarity
Charity: Oh Froggo lets go.
Froggo: Charity, Rarity.
Froggo & Charity: I like you.
(Meanwhile we are in a rather odd room with a rather odd old man and a rather odd baby. But don’t worry the baby doesn’t do much other than making small baby noises now.)
Father Time: I would like, if I may, ...to take you on a strange journey. This is a story of reunion, family, friendship, romance, betrayal, jealousy and extreme & I do mean EXTREME confusion but do not worry this will not be all that soap operatic. Yes we have a young blonde girl by the name of Charity alike a certain actual soap opera but still...
Director: Ahem
Father Time: Oops...sorry...hee hee...It seemed a fairly ordinary night when Lucky Bob and his friend Cho-cho, two young, somewhat ordinary & healthy kids left for... Hey wait a minute how come they are not in the story yet?
Director: They will be in momentarily and besides this is a “satire” not a remake.
Father Time: Yeah...oookay. Well they left in that evening to visit a Franklin Delano Roosevelt, famous ex-president, and now oddly enough a friend to both of them. It’s true there were dark storm clouds, heavy, black, and pendulous, towards which they were going. It’s true, also, that the spare change they were carrying for a phone was spent on cheap hats, but, they being normal kids and, on a night out... well, they were not going to let a storm spoil the events of their evening, were they? And don’t ask me why they’re out in the middle of a stormy night in the first place but hey I doubt that this story was suppose to make the slightest bit of sense so. Ahem On this night out... it was a night out they were going to remember... for a very long time. Though some “Shock Treatment” is always available. (Grins)
(Everybody else groans. While we see Cho-cho & Bob out in the woods.) 
Cho-cho: Gosh that’s the third bicycle that’s passed us. They sure do take their lives in their hands, what with the weather and all.
Bob: Yes/no uhh… (tries to act dramatic while reading the script) “Life’s pretty cheap to that type”. (Cho-cho looks surprised on how he reads the script so oddly well.)
C.C: Uh. ...What’s the matter, Bob?

Bob: Why are we walking in the rain?
C.C: Because we don’t have the money nor are we old enough for a car. Luckily I’ve brought this small radio that is oddly enough not affected at all by this rain.

Bob: Neato
C.C: Yeah I know, isn’t cheap anachronism fun?

Bob: Duhhh…
Nixon: And I shall start my defense by stating... hey whats going on here?
Bob & C.C: Hello Mr. Nixon!
Nixon: AH NO, NOT YOU KIDS AGAIN! I’M NOT GOING TO LET YOU STINKING BRATS TORMENT ME LIKE HOW YOU DID ON THAT SHOW! Ohhhh... Wait a minute I can’t be here this is set in the days of Stalin & FDR years before I’m a part of presidential history. (Well a few years but still…) After all you folks strive for “historical accuracy”.
Bob: We do?
C.C: Guess so…

Director (ov): Ok, Ok kids put the radio away.
C.C: Alright then.

Bob: Oh no! But uhhh… (Tries to read script but thankfully not dramatic this time) “we must have taken the wrong fork a few miles back.”
Cho-cho: Ok, but where did that bicyclist came from?
Bob: Hmmm… well I guess we just turn back.
C.C: Oh! What was that bang?

Bob: Duh… We must have a blowout. DANGIT! Duhh... (Reads the script) “I knew I should have gotten that spare tire fixed”. 
C.C	(now REALLY confused): Uhh.. if we’re oddly enough walking why do we have a spare tire?

Bob: Oh we do not have a tire I just shouldn’t have eaten those beans earlier.
C.C	(while groaning): I can’t believe we did such a weak & smelly gag.

Bob: It not smell weak to me.
C.C: Well I was right about the “smelly” part. 

Bob: Well, uh... you just stay here &... try not to get sick & die and I’ll go for help.
C.C: Oookay But where will you go in the middle of nowhere?

Bob: (Again reading the script how is he able to read it so well & read it while its poring raining is anybody’s guess) “Didn’t we pass a big house back down the road a few miles?” “Maybe they have a telephone we could use.” D’oh I hope its not a pay phone.
C.C: I’m going with you.

Bob: Oh no, “there’s no sense in both of us getting wet.”
C.C: Umm… We’ve been soaked wet and besides I’m coming too! (And in a pleasant but teasing voice) Besides the owner of that phone might be a beautiful woman, and you might never come back again. Tee hee

Bob: But I thought you were the only “beautiful” woman in the world ...ya told me yourself.
C.C	(smiling, blushing and extremely embarrassed): Uhhh can’t we just get to the next scene please?

OVER AT THE COMMIE’S FINE PLACE (And yes I’m aware that the change is little)
C.C: In the velvet darkness,

Of the blackest night,
Glowing bright, and its not that yellow star.
No matter what or who you are.
Bob & C.C: There’s a light...
Com. Chorus: Over at the Commie’s fine place.
Bob & C.C: There’s a light...
Com. Chorus: Burning in the fireplace...
Bob & C.C: There’s a light, light in the darkness of everybody’s life.
Froggo (in a very peculiar costume & signing voice at the window): The darkness must go down the river of night’s dreaming. Go Mother Russia go, let the sun and light come streaming
Into my life... Into my life...
Bob & C.C: There’s a light...
Com. Chorus: Over at the Commie’s fine place.
Bob & C.C: There’s a light...
Com. Chorus: Burning in the fireplace.
There’s a light, a light
Bob & C.C: ...in the darkness of everybody’s life.
(Meanwhile back to ol’ F.T)
Father Time: And so, it seemed that fortune had smiled on Bob and Cho-cho and that they had found the assistance that their plight required. ...Or had they? Yeah I don’t buy that too, we all know trouble is going to happen anyway. Oh well lets just go on. 
(Now back to the story as the kids reach the front door of the house.)
C.C: Bob, let’s go back, I’m cold and I’m frightened...

Bob: Now Cho-cho they might have phone.
Father Time (while actually doing a ov narration in this part, why I dunno): And now we see our “little friend” but he is now dressed in black and oddly enough has a cheap bald cap covering up some of his hair.
Richard O’ Brien: Hey it wasn’t that cheap! And besides you’re not supposed to do these kinds of narrations!
Father Time: Sorry...
Froggo: Hello.
C.C: Froggo?

Bob: Yes/no well I be Bob and she be Cho-cho we got lost and...
C.C: Bob do you even know who this is?

Bob: Duh...
(She briefly removes the bald cap and reveals his covered hair then puts it back on.) 
Bob: Oh you, well you got some “splanning to do!”
Froggo: Yeah... Well... um... “You’re wet”.
C.C	(even more confused): Yeah - it’s... raining.

Bob: Yes/no.
Froggo: Yes... I think that perhaps you better both come inside.
C.C: You’re too kind. Oh Bob, I’m frightened. What... just... WHAT kind of a place is this?

Bob: Oh, (reads the script but with a different result) “it’s probably some kind of lunking hodge for witch rear-o’s.
C.C: Ok that made no sense.

Froggo: Walk this way. And don’t walk like me.
C.C: Are you having a party?

Froggo: You’ve arrived on a rather special night. It’s one of the leader’s affairs.
C.C: Oh, lucky him.

(Now we see Charity on the stairs and she is wearing a cute little common french maid outfit. But is one the stairs looking a bit “intoxicated”.)
Charity: You’re lucky, he’s lucky, I’m lucky, we’re all lucky! ha ha ha...
Froggo: snickers I know I can be with a drunk someone dressed as a French maid. Uh... (Realizes he has just said that out loud) oops!
(Charity gets up and whacks him with the bottle. Though she still seems to be a bit woozy.)
Charity: That was just said soda you little pervert!
Froggo: Sorry heh heh but uh... why were you...
Charity: I dunno that stuff just seems to make me so giddy. (Giggles then snaps out of it.)
THE WORLD WAR 
Froggo: It’s astounding;
Time is fleeting;
Madness truly took its toll.
But listen closely...
Charity: Not for very much longer.
Froggo: We’ve got to get control.
I remember learning of the World War 
Thinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me
Froggo & Charity: And a voice would be calling...
Com. Chorus: Let’s do that world war again.
Let’s do that world war again.
Father Time (while pointing on a map): It’s just an attack on Hawaii to the left.
All: And a Bombing on Japan of the right.
Father Time: Put your head between your legs.
All: You survive with all your might.
But it’s the bombing thrust
That really drives you insane.
Let’s do that world war again.
Let’s do that world war again.
Charity: It’s so steamy, oh fantasy free me.
So you’ve barely have seen me, or, not at all.
In another dimension, with historic intention,
Well included, I’ve seen all.
(We now see Charity at the back wall doing a few more pelvic thrusts as she is moaning in pleasure while Froggo is trying not to get distracted by that.)
Froggo: With a bit of a mind flip
Charity: You’re into this time trip.
Froggo: And nothing has ever been the same.
Charity: As we’ve started out the Russian revelation.
Froggo: OR AT LEAST AVOID NAZI GASTRATION!
All: Let’s do that world war again.
Let’s do that world war again.
Pepper (seemingly out of nowhere): Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think.
When this snake of a guy gave me an evil wink.
He shook me up, he took me by surprise
He had a pickax & hammer & that “red” devil’s eyes.
He stared at me and I felt a change.
Time meant nothing, never would again.
All: Let’s do that world war again.
Let’s do that world war again.
Father Time: It’s just an attack on Hawaii to the left!
All: And then a bombing on Japan of the right.
Father Time: You put your head between your legs....
All: You survive with all your might.
But it’s the bombing thrust
That really drives you insane.

(And pepper does a little tap dance number.)
Let’s do that world war again.
Let’s do that world war again.
(They stop, as there is a loud bass guitar strum, as everyone else looks exhausted.)
 

C.C: Bob, say something.

Bob: Say, do any of you guys know how to do...Mambo #5?
(Everybody now looks really confused as they now look at a certain soldier)
That certain soldier (with a peculiar voice): What are you looking at me for?
C.C: Bob, please, let’s just get out of here.

Bob: “For Glod’s sake keep a grip on yourself Cho-cho.”
(They get up and move towards Bob & C.C, Cho-cho is getting creeped out by this while Bob is oblivious to the whole thing.)
C.C: But it... it seems so unsanitary here.

Bob: It just a party Cho-cho.
C.C: Well - I want to go.

Bob (slightly dramatic): Well we can’t go anywhere until we get a phone.
C.C: Well then ask Froggo or someone. (Thinking to Herself: Oh boy why do I have a feeling that help is one of the last things we will ever get here.)

(Meanwhile as they squabble there is a certain somebody coming down the elevator by right now all we see is the boots but that will soon change. And while Bob & C.C are bickering everybody else is grinning.)
Bob: Now Cho-cho we not want to stop their party.
C.C: This isn’t the (reads script) “Junior Scouts of America, Brad?”

Bob (take a guess on what he is trying to be this time): “They probably be weird folks with ways weirder than our own. They may do some more...weird dancing!”
(They laugh a bit.)
C.C	(while REALLY trying to maintain her patience): Look, I’m cold, I’m wet, and I’m just plain scared!

Bob: I’m here Cho-cho there’s nothing to worry about.
SWEET COMMERITE (Now our “Friend” which is Mr. Joseph Stalin himself is now on the floor. Sadly he has no makeup but he is in a strange cape so hey 1 out of 2 can’t be all that bad. And of course he scares the kids at first sight.) 
Stalin: How do you do, I
See you’ve met my
Faithful “little friend”
He’s just a little part of this...
Latest part
Of that “RHPS” spoofing trend

(Moves to the stage)
Don’t get strung out or be all that tarty.
Don’t be a dummy but do be a smarty.
I’m not much of a man even after 1940.
But tonight I want you in the communist party.
(Now removes the robe. But instead of the traditional furter-wear he is in the more traditional Stalin wear, sorry but I was lucky enough to talk him into being here in the 1st place.)

I’m just a sweet commerite
From the Commie Central of Communist Russia (ha-ha) 

Let me show you around
Maybe play you a sound.
You look like you’re both pretty groovy.
Or if you want something somewhat visual
That may be a bit abysmal,
We could take in an old commie “propie” movie.
Bob: We’re glad we caught you at home,
Could we use your phone?
We’re both in a bit of a hurry
C.C: Right, and please don’t let be a pay phone.

Bob: We’ll just stay where we are,
Then goes back to the...(reads the script again) car?
Say why you sound like Mista Tim Curry?
Stalin: Well you got here you (reads script)...”hip cat”?, well, oh boy is this song going flat?
But, kiddies, don’t you panic.
By the might of our fight it’ll all seem all right.
I’ll show you something... “russianic cosacnic”?
I’m just a sweet commerite
From Commie Central of Communist Russia
(Now sitting in his chair with Froggo to the left, Pepper to the right & Charity on top. And not the... way you probably think because stalin is just not that kind of guy.) 

Why don’t you stay for the night?
Froggo: Night.
Stalin: Or maybe have a “worker’s right”.
Pepper: Right
Stalin: I could show you my favorite possession.
I’ve been making a young man
With blond hair and a lot of tan
And he’s good for relieving my...tension
I’m just a sweet commerite
(Slowly gets off the chair)
From Commie Central of Communist Russia
HIT IT! HIT IT!
I’m just a sweet commerite
Stalin, Pepper, Froggo, and Charity: Sweet commerite
Stalin: From Commie Central of...
Pepper, Froggo, Charity: Communist Russia.
(And is now in the door about heading up to the top floor.)
Stalin: So - come up to our fac.,
And see what’s out of the sac.
I see you shiver with antici --- pation.
But maybe my reign
Isn’t really to blame.
So don’t remove my cause.
And not the symptom
C.C: Oh! Bob!

Bob: It be all right Cho-cho. We play along for now and get out when da time is right.
(Charity & Froggo proceed to remove Bob & C.C’s clothes. Froggo doesn’t mind too much, but Charity looks away as she is about to do this.)
Pepper (while reading the script): Oh, slowly, slowly? It’s too nice a job to rush? Ewwww... who wrote this disgusting stuff?
Richard O’ Brien: That would be me Miss mills.
Pepper: Eww... take this you freak! (She throws the script book at him and bonks his head.)
Richard O’ Brien: Ow that hurts! This Pokejedservo guy is the one you should be bashing.
Director (and yes it’s me): You call me, Richard?
R.O.B: Yes and I think I shall do the proper justice upon you. (He bashes me rapidly on the head with the book.)
PJS (thinking to myself): Jeez I haven’t even finished the story yet and I’m all ready getting bashed. (Now speaking to the others) Well let’s just skip this scene all right?
Everybody else: All right
Bob: Hi my name is Bob...
Froggo (abruptly): Yes Bob we know who you are.
C.C: Are you spies?

Charity (in a strange “pottslyvanian” accent): Sorry but no, isn’t that right Darling? (As she is patting Froggo’s head.)
Froggo (while also in that accent): Yeah that is right Poopsie laughs with that Paul Frees-like voice Uhhh… ahem!
Pepper: You’re very lucky to be invited up to the Communist Factory. Some people would give their freedom for the privilege. Ehhh... I think. 
Froggo: Unlike the nazi lab’s where they have given their lives.
Charity: Yes but then again the people in there wouldn’t exactly call their visits “privileges”.
Froggo: Too true
Bob: Duh...(reading the script) “People like you maybe.”
(Now everyone looks even more confused than usual)
Charity (while whispering to Froggo): Say Froggo do you know where the headache medicine in this place is? If there is any?
Froggo (while whispering back to Charity): Believe me I wish I knew, especially for right now.
Pepper: Ha! We’ve seen the factory. Right guys?
Froggo: Yes & please come along - the leader doesn’t like to be kept waiting.
Charity: Yes lets get on the elevator people.
(They are all now on the elevator)
C.C: Is he, um, Joe I mean - is he ...oh why are you guys with him?

Froggo: Why I am simply his “little friend” and these two are my “guests”...of sorts
C.C: Oookay

(They are now leaving the elevator as they were “walking and walking” into the lab as we see Stalin in a green lab coat. Along with the other communists.)
Stalin: Charity, Pepper (they step out behind) - go assist Froggo. I will entertain ...uh huh huh...
Bob (while shaking Stalin’s hand): Name’s Bob. This is my friend, Cho-“sho”.
C.C: Cho!

Bob: Cho? duh...
Stalin: Excellent... ahem Well! How nice, & what charming uhh... (Take a guess what he is reading and yes it’s a overused gag) “Clothes you both have”? Oookay but here… (Gives them lab coats) Put these on.
They’ll make you feel less... “Vulnerable”? What the? (Tries to maintain a straight face) Uh... It’s not often we receive visitors here, let alone offer them... hospitality.
Bob (once again badly acting dramatic): Hocpictality!? All we wantsed was to use your phone, Gloshjanet, a reakonable rekest which you’ve shusen to ignore!
Stalin (whispering to Cho-cho): Whats with this guy?
C.C	(whispering to Stalin): Oh I’m sorry I knew it was a bad idea to let Dan Quayle to give him English lessons. (BFB does a Rim Shot)


C.C: Ahem Bob, don’t be ungrateful.

Bob (like I really need to you what he is trying to do): UNGRATESFUL!
Stalin: My how forceful you are, Bob. Such a... “Specimen” of uh... boyhood. So...domi... oh I can’t say this garbage! WHY I... uh... You must be awfully proud of him, Cho-cho.
C.C: Well, yes I am. (I think)

Stalin: Do you have any “symbols”, Bob?
Bob: Sirtainly not!
Stalin: Oh well... how about you?
C.C: No.

Froggo: Everything is in readiness, leader. We merely await your... word.
(Stalin is about to make a speech as Charity & Pepper are right nearby wearing surgeon’s masks.)
Stalin: Tonight, my uncommon communists... you are about to witness a new breakthrough in biochemical research... and paradise is to be of all for Russia! It was strange the way it happened... suddenly you finally get a break... whole pieces seem to fit into place, not a sign of being.. What a fool I be! The answer was there all the time, it took a small accident to make it happen... AN ACCIDENT...
Charity & Pepper: An accident!
Stalin: ...and that’s how I discovered the secret, that elusive Robert Denby-like ingredient, that SPARK…
(3 communist soldiers that look like Scott McNeil, I.J Cortlett, and David Kaye): ahem
Stalin: sigh NON-cybertronian sparks!
(The three same soldiers): Thank you!
Stalin: ahem... that is the breath of life... Yes, I have that knowledge... I hold the secret... to life... itself!
You see, you are fortunate for tonight is the night that my beautiful creature is destined to be BORN! (We see a mummified creature in a water vat covered in a red cape) Up now! (Charity & Pepper threw away that cape) ...throw open the switches on the sonic oscillator...
(And Froggo does that)
Stalin:… and step the reactor power input THREE MORE POINTS!
(Froggo is also doing that. But now we are briefly hearing some music by Japanese Composer Kenji Kawaii)
Charity & Pepper (as they look into the tubes): To tah taya tah! No see... doya day ma e! (Sp?)
Stalin: Please ladies I will not have any “Toast in the Shell” just yet.

C.C: Oh, Bob!

Bob: Its all right, Cho-cho!
(Our “commie” trio is now untying the “creatures” bandages. As we are now seeing its head.)
Stalin: Oh! Toasty!
THE SYMBOL OF COMARADES (They are busy unraveling our new friends bandages. Which reveals to be Toast a young teenage boy with blonde hair & a blue cap and is in communist uniform except that the crouch area is in gold. Yeah I’m terribly cheap so sue me.)

Toast: The symbol of Comrades is hanging over my head,
And I’ve got the feeling someone’s gonna be cutting the thread.
(He is trying to grab Toast but the chains he is in are keeping up to the ceiling.)
Stalin: You FOOL!!
(Pushes Froggo out of the way while he heads over to Toasty who is now getting down. And is starting to chase him.)
Toast: Oh, woe is me, dude this is so “heinous”-y.
Oh, can’t you see that I’m just a part of Russia’s big downer.

I woke up this morning with a start when I fell out of bed.
(Charity & Pepper finish cutting up the bandages with little “sickles”) 

All: That ain’t no crime.
Toast: And left from my dreaming was a feeling of unnameable dread.
All: That ain’t no crime.
Toast: My high is low, dude I’m dressed up with no place to go.
And all I know is I’m just a part of Russia’s big downer.
(Stalin is still chasing him.)

Stalin: Oh, Toasty!
All: Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime.
Toast: Oh woah woah woah
All: Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime.
Toast: Oh woah woah woah
All: Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime.
Toast: Oh woah woah woah
Toast: The symbol of Comarades is hanging over my head.
Stalin: Oh really!
All: That ain’t no crime.
Toast: And I’ve got the feeling someone’s going to be cutting the thread.
(Stalin is now getting closer)
All: Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime.
Toast: Oh, woe is me, dude this is so “heinous”-y
And, can’t you see, that I’m just a part of Russia’s big downer
Stalin (while shaking his fist): TOASTY!
(He chases him again, monotonous isn’t it?)
All: Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime.
Toast: Oh woah woah woah
All: Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime.
Toast: Oh woah woah woah
All: Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime, Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime, Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime, Sha-la-la-la that ain’t no crime, Sha-la-la-la-la
(They finally stop chasing as Toa