The scene: The DFO clubhouse, where Doktor Zymm is confronting Low Commander of the Super Soldiers about his mission from the future.

Doktor Zymm: Zo, you have travelled back in time and you are looking for Mooze.

Low Commander of the Super Soldiers: Well…yeah… He and the Empress had kind of a …spat.

Doktor Zymm: A zpat?

Low Commander of the Super Soldiers: Well…it started out that way, and then turned into sort of a global conflict. You know how these things go.

Doktor Zymm: Not really…

Otto’s Brain comes rolling into the clubhouse from Doktor Zymm’s lab.

Otto’s Brain: Hey, Zymm, do you have anything besides Wagner on your playlist? Oh, hey, didn’t know we had company.

Low Commander of the Super Soldiers (jumping to his feet and giving a salute): Milord! I didn’t realize you were here!

Otto’s Brain: Excuse me?

Low Commander of the Super Soldiers (embarassed): Ah, frek! I mean, you look just like your future self! Frek frek frek!

Doktor Zymm: You know Otto from ze future?

Low Commander of the Super Soldiers: Not personally, of course. But everyone knows about the Monarch of the Otto Man Empire.

Doktor Zymm (rolling her eyes): Of course…

Otto’s Brain: Really? Hey, I’m liking the sound of the future!

[DOOR FLIES OPEN]

Moosemas Gorilla comes in, holding his paws in the air. On his shoulder is Horatio Cornblower, who also has his tiny little hands in the air.

Doktor Zymm: Ach! Did you get ze Doritos?

Behind Moosemas Gorilla and Horatio, and pointing the Totally Instant Transmogrifier at them, is Future Clone Debbie Harry.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (looking at the tarp over the hole in the wall): What a dump! I can’t believe you pasties live like this.

Horatio Cornblower: It’s not easy to find a good contractor. Especially when our fearless leader has been…inactive…since the holidays.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (glancing at the motionless DTZM): So, you have Moosemas Brew in this era? Maybe you’re not as barbaric as I thought.

Doktor Zymm: Excuse me…is zat a T.I.T.?

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Very good, Doktor. I see you’re as perceptive in this dreadful time as you are in my era.

Doktor Zymm: Ja, vell, it ist meine vork, I azzume. But I did design zem to vork in pairs.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Oh, I do have two. I mean, what use is one T.I.T., amirite?

Doktor Zymm: Ja, vone to make ze change, und vone to change zings back.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: But unfortunately you don’t have fission cell technology in this backward time of yours, so only one T.I.T. Is functional.

Doktor Zymm: But zat is why I designed ze Battery Relay Assistant.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Oh, I hate wearing that thing. It’s just so itchy, y’know?

Horatio Cornblower (clearing his throat): Uh, ladies…not that I don’t enjoy beating a joke to death as much as the next guy, but do you think we could put our hands down?

Future Clone Debbie Harry: No. As a matter of fact…everyone, put your hands up.

Doktor Zymm and Low Commander of the Super Soldiers put their hands up. Otto’s Brain just kind of rolls to one side.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Oh, for… Low Commander, I didn’t mean you. You’re on my side, remember? And…Otto? Hi! Wow, great to see you! No hands, so you’re fine. OK, look…Doktor Zymm, you put your hands up, and tell me where to find Moose.

Doktor Zymm: Mooze?

Future Clone Debbie Harry (menacingly): Don’t play games with me, Doktor.

Horatio Cornblower: Yeah, Zymm…I’m sorry, but I spilled the beans about Moose being here. In your lab.

Doktor Zymm (getting the hint): Ach! Ja…vell, Mooze ist here…in meine lab. Ja, zat ist true.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Well, then, take me to him, Doktor. Low Commander, keep an eye on the rest of them.

Low Commander of the Super Soldiers: Yes, Empress.

Doktor Zymm leads Future Clone Debbie Harry to her lab. Inside is the current-day body of Moose, lying motionless on a table.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Ah, Moose. So what happened to him?

Doktor Zymm: Vell, as you said, ve lack ze fizzion zells here, and he vore himself out.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: That sounds about right. Well, at least he won’t make a fuss about going back home.

Doktor Zymm: So, if I may ask, vat ist ze problem between you two?

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Oh, he went behind my back and had you…well, future you…create a Lynda Carter clone. Sure, he said it was all platonic, but then I caught him in his Steve Trevor costume…

Doktor Zymm: Ach!

Future Clone Debbie Harry: And one thing led to another, with everyone picking sides, and drawing battle lines, and launching missiles…

Doktor Zymm: Oh, dear…

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Right? So then he disappears and I have you…future you…track him down through his neural transmitter.

Doktor Zymm: Zose do come in handy.

Future Clone Debbie Harry turns the Totally Instant Transmogrifier on Moose and zaps him, turning him into a troll doll.

Doktor Zymm: Zat ist…disturbing.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: What? He’ll be easier to take back to the future this way. Besides, I like troll dolls.  Now, what to do with the rest of you…

To be continued…