The VI lair, around Thanksgiving time. The team+friends are gathering for their traditional dinner.
: ED! Is the turkey done yet? We're starved1
Cooking takes time, you know. And besides, don't you want it to have the most explosive flavor you've ever tasted.
I don't think he wants explosive -anything-, especially if its coming from you.
whaaaa? Just because I'm bombman doesn't mean stuffed the turkey with bombs. I stuffed it with-
DON'T finish that sentence.
What? I wasn't going to say firecrackers! I was going to say spicy cajun stuffing!
You're not even from that region! wait...is something burning.
OH BLOODY HELL. The turkey's ruined!
: What? *eyes flash*
OH BLOODY HELL. The turkey's ruined!
: *hair changes to bright yellow*
Phil... calm down, you know that doing that isn't good for your health.... and DBZ sucks.
: Yeah, it does, you're right! But that won't stop me from parodying it! *hair continues to glow yellow*
Sorry I'm late- GREAT PHARAOH'S GHOST PHIL, YOU DYED YOUR HAIR AGAIN?!
: Oh, hi Nij *hair turns to normal blue... or was it brown?*
(explosion in background, Ed's covered in turkey bones. No one notices)
Did you hear something?
Ok, so maybe I did put a bomb in the turkey. You know my feelings about gunpowder as a seasoning!
: Gunpowder gives me indigestion.
Wait, wasn't your hair brown?
It's blue now.
: Really? *looks in mirror* Hot damn, i look good with the blue hair.
Not az good az i look! Voila! Behold, zee new hairstyle! *walks in, Gary and Ben following close behind* Thanks to zee'se vaanderful hairstyleests... I AM ZHEXY!
Gods... always with the accent. Osirs weeps.
Oh i vouldn't be talking about mannerisms, pyramid boy.
HEY! At least i don't sleep with a teddy bear still.
But zee Dr.McFuzz is zee greatest invention I have ever created!
VHAAAT! I LIKE DR. MCFUZZ!
*also starts snickering*
AGAIN I SAY! VAAAAHT! Not you too!
No dude, it's your hair.
VAHT IS WRONG VITH ZEE HAIR! AAH YOU JEALOUS?!
Take a look in the mirror.
*Replay looks in the mirror, realizing he has a bright blue afro*
shouldn't have trusted us with the hairstyling.
What? I wanted to just give him an afro. Too expensive for blue hair... but nooo, you went out and did it anyway!
Anyways, like i was saying earlier... what the heck happened to your hair, Phil.
You SURE you want to know.
Saying things like that just peak our interest further.
: I thought you would never ask. but i would need replay's help in order for you to see it. After all, he did create an interactive flashback program.
Leave that to me... *pushes button on remote, hair starts punching replay in the face*
OW! OW! HEY! STOP IT! I'M AWAKE MOMMY!
Wow, that's strong hair gel. Where did you get it.
Now THAT, is a -LAWSUIT-.
: Replay, can we use your flashback machine program thinger.
DONT USE ZEE SCIENTIFIC NAME. ONLY I CAN DO THAT!
: Can we use the flashback machine? Please?
*afro continues pulling comedic pranks on Replay*
Sure.... but be varned. It is very glitchy. AND SHAVE ZEEE AFRO OFF. *pie in face* mmm....zees pie is vaandaful, vhat did you put in it, Gaunt? Wait, I know the answer.
Oh, you know.
: Fine fine.
(In replay's lab, the team is sitting in the car of the flashback program machine thinger)
DONT USE ZEE SCIENTIFIC NAME!
(Fine, fine. The flashback machine)
*grins* Now, keep your arms, legs, and bombs-
AH-HEM! Inside zee vehicle at all times, and no flash photography. Now, off you go! *car zooms off into nothingness*
Enjoy the ride!
(Cut to some strange snowy mountain. The car finally stops, and they all get exit by a photo booth.
: HAHAHA! Look at us all! Just like at an amusement park!
...with the same wallet hurting prices, i bet.
Since when has money been an issue when i have been around?
Since the last time you got caught paying with the counterfit money.
I didn't think they'd be able to tell the difference....
Yeah, you sure bear some striking resemblence to some dead American President alright.
What? I could have just said it was a limited edition G-dollar?
You didn't. Anyways, lets move on and get to the story itself here. We're getting nowhere.
(they hear an old man's voice in the distance)
I think i smell actual plot coming on.
(Mimicking Phil's voice): ... it was there where the wise old man of the mountain taught me the secrets of the world....
: Damn dub voice actors. Oh look, there's my master. Old Guy!
Phil, concentrate harder. A clouded mind bends no spoons.
: Yes, master.
LESS TALKY MORE CONCENTRATE.
*Phil nods, and bends the spoon with his mind*
: Ah, the wonders of strings and fake spoons.
I like your style.
Yes, excellent. That will be all today. GO. MASTER IS HUNGRY. MAKE FOOD.
: Yes ma-master.
*flashback glitches to 8-bit nintendo graphics.
Oh crap...looks like its glitching up. awww, Phil's even cute in sprite form!
Shoot me. Shoot me now.
YOU FOOL! I AM NOT REALLY YOUR MASTER! I AM... AFRO MAN! THE FIRST REJECTED ROBOT MASTER.
...what the HELL?!
: I don't think that was a glitch, actually.
You mean the world suddenly turned 8-bit?
: Yeah, some strange temporal distortion phenomeon or something like that.
*tons of Afromen surround them all*
Was THAT a glitch?
: Nope, i think that happened too. *the team does the anime-style sudden facefault into the ground*
*All the Afromen suddenly break out into song and dance*
BAD EPILOGUE. NO MUSICAL NUMBERS FOR YOU.
Fine. *they all jump on Rai and start attacking him*
WARNING. ZEE MAChiNE IS GLITCHING AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO RIGHT NOW. ZEE CONTROLS ARE SCREWY! HANG ON!
I've got an ankhering for destruction.
: Oh now that was just bad.... Very bad.
Can't be any worse than your jokes.
*fight breaks out between glitch afromen and VI, While the fight breaks out between Afroman and flashback Phil. Both fights end simultaneously*
: YOU GOT: MOOD HAIR.
Wait a minute, how the hell?! *flashback ends*
How did you copy his power like that? This epilogue is leaving me with more and more questions.
Yeah? How DID you do that anyway?
: Ok, i lied. that was all a glitch. This mood hair thing is genetic. I've known about it ever since i was five. I just needed an excuse for a wacky adventure.
Ok, now that's over, WHO WANTS DESSERT! Pop Rock Pie!!! what? You don't trust my cooking anymore. Well, fine, i'll eat it myself. *eats whole pie, and drinks a whole bottle of coke*
This can't be good. Better end it now.