[FFML] [Fushigi Yugi/MST3K] MSTied: Malicious Play


MSTied: Malicious Play
By
Skyrocket



(Theme song and opening credits)

(Interior shot of the bridge of the SOL. No one is around. Suddenly, Mike, upside-down,  floats into frame from the ceiling)

Mike: Hi, everyone, welcome to the Satellite of Love. In case you haven't guessed we're having some technical difficulties. Seems our gravity generator has gone off-line.

(Crow floats into frame from the left)

Crow: Ack! Mike, help me! Get me down!

Mike: Chill, Crow. Gypsy is working on the problem right now and I'm sure she'll have it fixed any second.

(Suddenly Tom whizzes in from the right, flying past Crow and Mike)

Tom: (Off screen) Lookit me, I'm Superman!

Mike: Watch it, Tom! You're headed for-

(A big crash is heard off-screen)

Mike: Uh, nevermind.

Crow: Mike, tell Gypsy to hurry!  I'm a flightless bird! I'm supposed to be on terra firma!

(Commercial light flashes)

Mike: Oh, perfect! 

(Mike starts "swimming" toward the button. Suddenly he and Crow fall behind the console with a large crash)

Gypsy: (Off-screen) Gravity's back on!

(From behind the console we see Mike's hand rise up and start groping for the button)

Mike: (In pain) We'll be right back.

(Hits commercial button)

(Ads for next week's Enterprise, a used car dealership, an insurance company, and the local news)

(SOL)

(Everyone is behind the console looking a bit bruised)

Mike: Man, if I ever go though that again it'll be too soon.

Crow: No kidding. They really made that weightless stuff look like fun in Apollo 13.

Tom: And in Space Camp.

Mike: Remember, guys, any landing you can walk away from-

Crow: Is an opportunity to sue the airline.

(Mads light flashes)

Mike: Heads up, guys. The Dixie Chicks are calling.

(Hit's Mads button)


(Deep 13)

Dr. F: Greetings, Nelsonspot. Well, it seems you've got the gravity back on. Pity. Looks like I'll have to put my study on how the human mind reacts to bad movies and fanfics while in zero-g on hold. Anyway, are you ready for this week's invention exchange?


(SOL)

(Something that looks like an airport metal detector is now on the bridge. There is a small control panel on the side facing the screen)

Mike: Yes, sir. The other day I got to thinking about Mr. Peabody's Wayback Machine from The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show.


(D13)

Dr. F: You don't mean to tell me, Sherman, that you've invented a time machine, do you?


(SOL)

Mike: Not exactly, sir. This machine doesn't send people back in time. It changes their clothes into outfits from other times. No more having to pay outrages prices for retro clothes! I call it the Throwback Machine. Now polyester leisure suits can be for everyone!

Crow: Everyone suffering from brain damage.

(He and Tom snicker and Mike gives them a dirty look)


(D13)

Dr. F: This I must see. Demonstrate, Duckboy.


(SOL)

Mike: Duckboy? Okay, sir. The controls are set for 1977. When I step out I should look like the cover of a Bee Gees album.

(Mike steps though the device. He emerges dressed like Joxer from Xena: Warrior Princess)

Tom: Whoa! It's Mike the Mighty! Hey, Mike, sing your Mike the Mighty song!

Crow: Forget that! Tell us what it was like to be on Seaquest! Was Darwin really a prima donna like they say? 


(D13)

Dr. F: It seems you're out of wardrobe, nerf herder.


(SOL)

Mike: I'm sure it's just a bug. 

(He fiddles with the controls) 

Mike: There, that should do it. 

(Mike steps though the device again and this time emerges looking like Abraham Lincoln)

Tom: I think I'm having a Star Trek flashback.

Crow: Mike, I mean, Mr. President, could you pull a rabbit out of your hat?

Mike: Guys, this isn't funny.


(D13)

Dr.F: I must say, Nelson, that wart is a good look for you.


(SOL)

Mike: This time for sure!

(He enters the device and emerges dressed as Sailor Jupiter)

Mike: Oh god!!

Crow: Hubba, hubba.

Tom: Mike, since when do you shave your legs?


(D13)

Dr. F: As entertaining as your humiliation is, Sailor Mike, it's my turn. Oh, Frank!

(TV's Frank emerges from the right carrying an odd looking pink pen on silver platter)

Dr. F: It's a delicious bit of irony that you're in that sailor outfit. You see, my newest invention was inspired by Sailor Moon.


(SOL)

Crow: Is it a rose that can cut though a can?

Tom: Otaku repellent?

Mike: Even shorter skirts for the Scouts to wear?

Crow: God, I hope so!


(D13)

Dr. F: Nothing so mundane. Using my incredible genius I have replicated Sailor Moon's magic pen! Now all Frank has to do is say "DISGUISE POWER!" and he will transform into whatever he thinks of.


(SOL)

Tom: Ten bucks says he turns into the StayPuff Marshmallow Man.

Crow: You're on. But I say he'll turn into a bottle of Ms. Butterworth syrup.


(D13)

Dr. F: With that power at my command I will soon rule the world! Show 'em how it is done, Frank. Turn into the president.

Frank: DISGUISE POWER!

(There's a flash of light and then we see Frank dressed as Bozo the Clown)


(SOL)

(Everyone is snickering)

Tom: Hey, it worked!


(D13)

Dr.F: Try again!!

Frank: DISGUISE POWER!

(Another flash of light. Frank now looks exactly like Fabio.)


(SOL)

Mike: Whoa, Frank, joining that health club has really paid off!


(D13)

Dr. F: It's seems I have some bugs of my own to deal with. While I'm doing that suffer though this week's fic. It's a Fushigi Yugi story called "Malicious Play". Send them the post, Fab--, I mean, Frank.

Frank: (Bad Italian accent) I can't belive it's not butter.


(SOL)

All: We've got fanfic sign!!


(1�2�3�4�5�6)


(Our heroes file into their seats.)

Tom: Hey, Mike, is that skirt as drafty as it looks?

Mike: Worse. And these heels are killing me! How the hell do the Sailor Senshi fight evil dressed like this!?

Crow: There's no greater power than a teenage girl in a fetishistic schoolgirl outfit, Mikey. They can draw on the power of the horny fanboys who watch them, you know.

(Mike can only sigh) 

Disclaimer: Fushigi Yugi belongs to Yu Watase and not me. 

Tom: You watta say?

 If you thought otherwise, you were wrong.

Crow: Dead wrong! Now prepare to perish, foolish mortal! Mwahahahahaha!

Mike: I think I know someone who needs to lay off the comics for a few days.

Crow: Awww�

Author's Note: This is another in my Malicious Play series of stories.

Tom: Toss this one on the pile of sequels no one wanted right next to�well, every Police Academy movie after the first one.

Crow: Did anyone even really want the original?

Mike: I liked the first one. Now hush. We've got a long way to go on this one.

 Each one stands alone, so you don't need to read the previous stories to enjoy this one.

Crow: So maybe we can just spare ourselves even more grief and just not read this one.

Malicious Play: Seeing is Believing
By Corina "Mako" Borsuk

Tom: Man, another author who uses a Sailor Moon character as part of their nickname. 
That's never a good sign.

Mike: At least the name isn't something like Duo-chan'sSnuggleMuffin or N'SyncAdoreMeGal. 

Tom: I suppose. Fangirls really are the bane of out existence, eh, Mike?

Mike: True, but don't let them hear you say that. Otherwise it'll be yaoi lemons up the wazoo, pardon the expression, for who knows how long.

Tom: Ugh. Good point. 

"Why did Nuriko have to come on our, what did you call this again?"

Mike: It's called a road trip. It's short for a drunken orgy of sex and violence perpetrated by college students at some time other than Spring Break.

Tom: God, please tell me those guys from MTV aren't going to show up. That channel just isn't what it used to be now that the teenyboppers have taken it over.

Mike: But what if the MTV guys are doing another "Springer Break" segment?

Tom: Well, heck, that's just dandy! Bring on Steve!

"It's a date.  And, I think Nuriko thought I was going out with Hotohori."

Crow: Big shock. Nuriko is wearing his "I Love Bishonen Royalty" T-shirt today.

"Any reason for that?" Tamahome asked, a tiny bit of jealousy in his voice.

Tom: (Tamahome) If anyone in this series should be fawned over by weird little crossdressers it is me!

"I don't know.  Maybe Nuriko's just dumb," Miaka whispered back.  

Mike: Miaka calling someone dumb? Hello, pot? This is the kettle. You're black!

Or, at least she thought she whispered, but she wasn't quiet enough.

Tom: For some reason I'm thinking of that episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where those monsters stole everyone's voices right now.

Crow: Oh, what I wouldn't do for some Buffy right about now. Help us, O mighty Joss Whedon!

(There's a massive crack of thunder and suddenly a 20 foot tall image of Joss Whendon appears in the theater.)

Joss: (Booming voice) Sorry, guys. You're on your own on this one. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work. Tomorrow I'm pitching a new Buffy spinoff to UPN where Spike opens up an icecream parlor in a town plauged by man-eating squirrels.

Mike: You don't actually think anyone would watch that, do you? 

Joss: Not really. But UPN wanted something and its either this or a show where Dawn gets a talking cat and decides to become a "teenage witch".

Crow: UPN is *that* desperate?

Joss: Hey, it's just us and that Vulcan in the leotard that are keeping the network alive. Anyway, say ya.

(With a flash of light Joss vanishes)

Tom: It's stuff like that that makes me think mankind is doomed.

Crow: This story does that to me.

"I'm not dumb, and I also have very good hearing," Nuriko growled in annoyance.

Mike: (Nuriko) I can even hear the purists watching at home complaining about the dub.

"Well then, hear this," Tamahome retorted, "You're not invited!"

Crow: (Nuriko) So�I can't come with you and Miaka to Temptation Island? But I wanna be on TV! Even if it is FOX!

"Why?  You planning something you don't want anyone else to know about?"

Mike: I'd like to take this moment to remind Tamahome of a little thing called an Age of Consent law.

"Um, no," Tamahome muttered.

Tom: (Tamahome) He's on to me. Now I'll have to reroute that shipment of bootleg Excel Saga DVDs from Hong Kong. 

Miaka was just as embarrassed, but found an easy distraction as the local tavern came into view.  

Mike: Of course, this is Miaka we're dealing with so she could probably be distracted by something shiny.

Crow: Or a copy of Final Fantasy X. Whoa mama, that Lulu is a spicy meatball!

"Hey, look, we're here."

Tom: (Miaka) So this is Smallville, huh? Quick, where's Tom Welling?

The priestess of Suzaku and her two celestial warriors found an empty table. 

Mike: She's a priestess of that assassin woman from Outlaw Star?

Tom: That was Suzuka, Mike.  

 In order to avoid any more embarrassment, Tamahome said, "Let's just order, okay?"

Crow: (Tamahome) Waiter, I'll have some Great Wall Wine and my friend of questionable gender wants a strawberry daiquiri. Oh, and a Long Island Iced Tea for the girl. I've got some plans for later tonight that I need her good and drunk for. 

"Sounds good to me," Miaka replied with typical enthusiasm, at least where
food was concerned. 

Mike: (Miaka as Audry 2) Feed me, Tamahome!

 "Waiter, over here please.  I'm ready to order!" she shouted over the din of conversation.

Tom: (Waiter) On moment, miss. I'll be with you as soon as I bring triple portion orders of everything on our menu to that red-haired, flat-chested sorceress and her blond, thick-headed swordsman friend sitting in the corner.  

******

Mike: Hey, that's not how I remember Orion's Belt looking. 

Tom: Hey, Mike, do you know why Orion wore a belt?

Mike: Uh, to keep his pants up?

Tom: Aw, I guess you've heard that one.

Mike: I hate space humor sometimes.

After Miaka pointed to her fifth selection from the menu, Tamahome decided this date thing, or whatever Miaka called it, was a bad idea. 

Crow: (Tamahome) Man, those caveman guys had the right idea. Find a girl you like, hit her on the head with a club, and then drag her back to your cave. No muss no fuss. 
At the very least I should keep that club thing in mind. I might have to use one if Miaka decides to order lobster.

 There was no way he had enough money for all this, and Miaka was still ordering.  

Tom: Hey, Tamahome, three words; dine and dash!

To Tamahome's relief, however, the waiter suddenly stopped writing things down.  

Mike: (Waiter) Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm afraid  this restaurant doesn't serve "Dragon Cuisine". Dragons are an endangered species, you know. What with them being killed by hungry sorceresses and mysterious priests all the time. 

Unfortunately, the Suzaku warrior's relief was short lived.

Tom: Despite everyone's best efforts Carrottop was still alive and making AT&T commercials. 

"I'm sorry," the waiter said, although he did not sound apologetic, "but I
can't take your order."

Crow: (Waiter) I haven't kept you waiting at least twenty minutes or been rude to you a few times. I have to do those things before the Snooty Waiter's Union will allow me to take your order.

Miaka looked stricken and asked in her most pathetic voice, "Why not?"

Tom: Her voice isn't the only pathetic thing around here.

"Our policy is not to serve cross-dressers."

Mike: Well, that's fine with me. I have no desire to eat one.

Tom: Dressed like that I don't think this place would even let you in the door.

(Mike grumbles to himself)

"What?" Nuriko squeaked. 

Crow: (Nuriko) Could you say that again? I had a mouth full of mouse.

Mike: Crow, keep it halfway not disgusting.

Crow: Awwwww.

 "What makes you think we're cross-dressers?"

Tom: (Waiter) RuPaul just showed up at the door saying that�er, 'she' was with you. So I just assumed�

"It's pretty obvious.  I mean, you two," and the waiter pointed to Nuriko and Miaka, "just aren't feminine looking enough. 

Crow: I guess no one ever told this guy that questioning just how feminine someone is, even if it is a guy, is a sure route to a bodycast if you're in anime.

 Know what I mean?"

Tom: (singing) I'm not aware of too many things, but I know what I know if you know what I mean�

Crow: Ow! You get bonus points for obscure on that one, Servo.

Tom: Why thank you, my good man. I try, I really do.

Tamahome was about to suggest they just go back to the palace and have dinner there,

Crow: But he was afraid he'd end up sitting next to Prince Charles again. The man was such a gravy hog. 

 both to get away from all the attention they were drawing and to save money, when he heard a strange noise like a kettle boiling. 

Mike: I'm sure it's just some random Ranma � cast member. Just ignore them.

Turning around, he saw Miaka turning red and steam coming out of her ears.

Tom: Ah, a Looney Toons classic. Daffy Duck would be proud.

"And, what exactly about me isn't feminine enough?" the priestess of Suzaku demanded as she slapped both palms on the table and stood.

Crow: It was at that moment that the table collapsed. Thus proving that Miaka was in fact, not a crossdresser, but a superstrong mutant of some sort.

Mike: You need to cut back on the X-Men comics, Crow.

"Well, I mean, you're sorta flat up there," the waiter replied, vaguely pointing towards Miaka's chest.

Crow: (Miaka) Well of course I'm flat there! You're pointing at my back!

"I am NOT flat!" she shouted, sticking her chest out in an effort to emphasis her womanly assets.

Mike: Miaka should leave that sort of thing to the professionals. Like any female Gainax character or Mai from Fatal Fury.

Crow: Indeed. All hail Mai!

"You're flatter than I am," the waiter taunted.

Tom: And since the waiter was Lina Inverse that's saying something.

"I am not!" Miaka shouted.  Turning toward Tamahome, she asked, "I'm not flat chested, am I?"

Mike: (Tamahome) Oh no, Lina. Your chest is just fine. Oh, wait, wrong show.

Crow: Man, the Slayers jokes are just too easy for this one.

Mike: Considering that this story seems to be one long breast size joke it is sorta inevitable. 

"Well, uh, that is," Tamahome stuttered as a giant sweat-drop appeared on his forehead.  

Tom: Eww. Tamahome must have a gland problem if he's sweating like that.

"I guess you are sorta, but I think you're pretty anyway."

Mike: Tamahome has a real future writing romance novels with lines like that.

Immediately after he said it, the celestial warrior knew it was the wrong thing to say.  

Tom: Thus costing the Suzaku Seven a victory on Family Feud. 

He wracked his brain for something to say to fix it, but if there was such a thing, he never got the chance to think of it. 

Mike: I think there's a Home Improvement joke in there somewhere, but I just can't find it.

 Instead, he felt Miaka's palm connect with his face as she slapped him silly.

Crow: (Miaka) Tamahome, you jerk! I think I'm going to go marry that Ranma guy mom went and got me engaged to. I bet he knows how to treat a girl!

"Ha!  Even he won't defend you. 

Tom: Well cut the man a break! Defending the secrets of Castle Grayskull from the evil forces of Skelator is a full-time job, FYI! 

 You must be a cross-dresser," the waiter laughed as he looked between the dazed Tamahome and Miaka.

Crow: (Waiter) So which of you is Tigerseye and which is Hawkseye?

"I am NOT a cross-dresser, and I'm gonna prove it!" she retaliated as she began to take off her school jacket. 

Mike: Whoa, this is heading into Kite territory now. 

Tom: Nah, this is more like a Nu Tech release.

 Miaka continued to mumble to herself about waiters with poor eyesight as she began unbuttoning her blouse. 

Crow: Hey, it looks like Mousse has finally given up on Shampoo and managed to score with some another bimbo.

Mike: Oh, I don't even wanna think about the hate mail we're going to get from Miaka fans for that crack. Or this story in general.

 She was so angry, she did not notice that every male eye in the place stared in her direction.

Everyone: (customers) We love fan service!

Tamahome regained his senses just as Miaka was undoing the last button on her white blouse.  At first, all he did was stare, waiting to catch a glimpse of Miaka's flesh. 

Crow: (Tamahome) Cheap schoolgirl nakedness! You know I love it!

(Mike sighs)

 Then, he remembered where he was and that he would not be the only man to lay eyes on Miaka half-naked.

Mike: (Tamahome) All your gratuitous nudity are belong to me!

Tom: You're reaching there, Mike.

Mike: Just trying to keep sane, Tom. Just trying to keep sane.

"What are you doing?" Tamahome asked in shock as he began to reach over and
try to stop Miaka from doing what he thought she was doing.

Crow: (Tamahome) You are not ordering a sirloin, you bottomless pit! I'm going to have to sell Nuriko into slavery to pay for this meal as it is! 

"Proving I'm a girl!" she replied as she pulled her blouse open and thrust her chest forward. 

Mike: If some of the women from Golden Boy were doing this they could kill someone.

Crow: True, but talk about a great way to go!

 Displayed for the entire tavern to see were Miaka's not-insignificant, though not particularly large, breasts, which were barely covered by some lacy, see-through material.

Mike: I think someone has seen the mildly naughty side of Sears.

"Nobody look!  Nobody look!" Tamahome ordered in vain as he reached over to cover Miaka's breasts with his hands.

Tom: Yeah, right. If the guy on Love Hina couldn't get away with something like that there's no way Tamahome can.

Unfortunately, this action only resulted in Tamahome crashing down to the floor when Miaka slugged him hard, the cry of "Hentai!" on her lips.

Crow: Suddenly, in response to their collective name being called, a horde of unwashed anime otaku burst through the door. They then fell over dead when confronted with a real half-undressed girl.

"Who you callin' hentai?  I'm not the one flashing the entire tavern!" 

Tom: (Miaka) Hey, this is New Orleans! It's what people here do!

Crow: (Gambit) She's right, mon ami. Now take it off, mon cher! Gambit has a fist full of singles waiting for you!

Tamahome retorted in defense as he rubbed his now very red, and blue and purple, face.

Tom: Sounds like Tamahome was the victim of a face painting booth good horribly wrong.

Mike: Yep, those 4th of July festivals can be killers. I just hope he didn't eat any of the corndogs.

Not that anyone could tell since her face was already red with anger, but Miaka blushed in embarrassment as she slowly looked down at her very exposed breasts, just now realizing what she'd done. 

Crow: Posing for Playboy's The Schoolgirls of Anime suddenly didn't seem like such a cool idea anymore.

 "Ack! No! No! NO!"

Mike: (Miaka) I did not just accidentally buy the FOX version of Vision of Escaflowne! Curse this horrid fate!

She closed her blouse and held it together with one hand as she grabbed her jacket and then raced for the door screaming, "Tamahome no baka!  I am not a hentai.  And, I am not flat-chested!"

Crow: Great Scott! Miaka is possessed by the spirit of Akane Tendo! 

"Miaka, wait.  I'm sorry!" Tamahome shouted as he raced after her.  "I didn't mean it.  

Tom: (Tamahome) I swear I didn't mean to badmouth Justin Timberlake! I'm sure he's really heterosexual!

You're not a hentai, and you have really pretty breasts!"

Mike: (Ranma) Hey, that's a good line. I should write that down!

Although at this point both the priestess and her warrior were well outside the tavern, those inside could still hear a feminine voice shouting, "Tamahome no hentai!"

Crow: Tamahome No Hentai will be out in April courtesy of Anime 18.

Back inside the tavern, the waiter that started the whole mess had a huge grin on his face, with just a trickle of blood coming from his nose.

Mike: Someone should be more discreet with their drug habit.

"Hey man," said another waiter as he clapped him on the back, "that was quite a show."

Tom: (Waiter) Now do that thing were you sing "Barbie Girl" while drinking a glass of water!

"Yup," said the first waiter.  "She wasn't quite as flat-chested as I thought."

Mike: The right character designer can fix that. Just get whoever did the Ranma � OVAs.

Crow: Yeah, I never thought I'd see Ukyo jiggle like a Plastic Little gal.

"I still can't believe how many girls fall for that.  I mean, that's got to be the third time this week some girl has shown us her breasts."

Tom: (Waiter) We're going to make a fortune selling the footage to those Girls Gone Wild people!

"Yup.  The boss is a genius for inventing that one," the first waiter replied. 

Crow: So Ataru Moroboshi has gone into the restaurant business, huh?

 "It's just too bad that other girl at the table didn't show us the goods."

Mike: I hate to break it to you, pal, but Tamahome is really a guy.

"Yeah, she was hot.  I wonder where she went anyway."

Tom: The little crossdressers room maybe?

******

Mike: The stars are right! Soon the Elder Gods shall return!

Crow: Mike, do yourself a favor and cut back on the H. P. Lovecraft stories.

Where Nuriko went was out the door and back to the palace almost as soon as
Miaka started yelling.

Mike: (Nuriko) Must�preserve�eardrums!

"How did he know?" Nuriko demanded of the reflection in the mirror as he
inspected every strand of hair and every bit of make-up to determine what
had given him away. 

Crow: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the best crossdresser of all?

Mike: John Clease?

 "How did he know I was a cross-dresser?!?"

Tom: I don't know. He saw your Adam's Apple?

Mike: Forget it, Tom. Game over.

Crow: About time. Let's go.


(6..5..4..3..2..1)


(Mike is still dressed as Sailor Jupiter and is fiddling with the control panel of the Throwback Machine)

Mike: There, that should do it.

(He closes the control panel)

Crow: You mean you're changing your outfit? But pink and green are your colors!

Tom: Yeah, if you're a watermelon.

(The 'bots snicker)

Mike: I'm going to remember that when it comes time to whip up a new batch of RAM chip cookies.

(Mike steps into the Throwback machine and emerges dressed as Napoleon)

Tom: Uh oh, looks like Dr. F finally made Mike crack.

Crow: Can I try on your hat?

Mike: That's it! You're coming though with me this time!

(Mike grabs the 'bots)

Tom: Hey! No!

Crow: Stop! This is cruel and embarrassing punishment!

(Mike and the 'bots step though the machine. When they emerge Mike is dressed in a Robin costume and Tom and Crow are dressed as the Wonder Twins complete with wigs.)

Mike: God, and just when I though things couldn't get more humiliating.

Tom: Uh, Mike, which of the twins am I?

Mike: I think you're Zan.

Crow: And that would mean� No way! No way am I the girl!

(Tom and Mike try to stifle a giggle)

Crow: What are you laughing at, Boy Wonder?!

Mike: Nothing. Uh, nice haircut by the way.

Crow: Bite me!

(Mads light flashes)

Mike: I wonder what they want.

(Mike hits the button)

(As out view of Deep 13 comes up we see Frank dressed in a pink ballet dancer outfit while Dr. F looks like the lead singer of an 80s pseudo-metal band. The look comes with poodle hair, plenty of makeup, a  "Members Only" jacket, a ripped Miami Vice t-shirt, and zebra striped pants.)

(D13)

Dr. F: Greetings, SuperFriends. Is Aquaman coming over for a dance party later?

(SOL)

Mike: Uh, no, sir. And may I just say I love the new outfits. Have they been officially sanctioned by The Legion of Doom?

(D13)

Dr. F:  Very funny, Burt Ward. As you can see we too have had a little trouble getting the bugs out of this week's invention.

Frank: I'm the swan princess! Can I dance for you all?

(Frank starts to hop around merrily in the background)

Dr. F: Oh dear, Frank is dancing again. I'd better stop him before this become a repeat of that Macarena incident from a few years ago.  

(SOL)

(Mike and the bots snicker at Frank's antics)

All: Hey, Macarena!

(D13)

(Dr. F glares) 

Dr. F: Laugh while you can. I'll have another fic for the three of you soon.

Frank: Look at me dance! I'm light as a feather!

(Dr. F smacks a button)

The End<

MSTiers Notes: Let's see, the president, three major TV networks, and more teenage fangirls than I can count. Is there anyone some of my comments may not have offended? I'm kidding, folks. I admit to doing a lot more railing here than is my norm in MSTings. What can I say, I just felt the urge.
Anyway, repeat to yourself "It is just a MST, I should really just relax�"
I've done several MSTing before but this is the first time someone has every asked me to riff their work. This whole thing actually came about when Corina asked me to take a look at a X-Men/Tenchi Muyo humor fic she had some ideas for. We're been beta-reading each others' work for a long time so I was happy to do it. But as I was reading and offering story commentary I found myself unable to resist tossing out some silly MST3K style comments. When I sent my response off I was actually a bit worried she'd get mad at me.
But Corina's a sport and said she actually liked my comments better than the story itself. That was a nice ego boost. Anyway, after that I pretty much forgot about it.
Then flashforward a few months. I get a copy of "Malicious Play" in my mail (which I'd also offered my $.02 on before) and a request for me to MST it. I had the author's permission to riff and I hadn't done a MST in a long time. I got to work that very night.
Now you see the results of what American pop culture has done to my fragile little mind before you. I hope you enjoyed it.
BTW, I've only seen a handful of episodes of FY. The show just didn't click with me so I actually had to look up info on the characters just to understand who they were.
Anyway, thanks for reading!

Skyrocket