Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 114)

The scene: The parking lot area of the Iguana Mart of the future! Future Clone Lynda Carter has just exited in pursuit of her nemesis, Future Clone Debbie Harry, and is even now scanning the lot. But finding a single person amid the thronging masses of humans, mutants, aliens, chimpanzees, reptilians, insectoids and giant arthropods is all but impossible.

But whether by luck, determination or just sheer happenstance, she spots Doktor Zymm’s RV pulling out of the parking lot, with Future Clone Debbie Harry behind the wheel! Racing to her hoverbike, Future Clone Lynda Carter fires it up and, bag of Diggler’s Donuts still in hand, takes to the sky in pursuit!

A single pink-frosted donut falls from the bag as she rockets off, rolling unnoticed through the throngs of Iguana Mart customers in the parking lot. It rolls its way down the sidewalk in front of the store, then turns with the curve of the landscape and disappears from sight.

Cut to: The inside of the RV, where Future Clone Debbie Harry is heading into the Wasteland, with Rikki-Tikki-Deadly grinning like an idiot in the passenger seat.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: This is SO cool!

Future Clone Debbie Harry: I’m so happy you’re pleased.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: I mean, I’ve never been kidnapped before! Well, there was that one time when a crazy girl scout kept a bunch of us locked up in a basement so she could sacrifice us to an elder god. But he turned out to be a pretty nice guy.

Future Clone Debbie Harry (bored): Fascinating.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: And there was that time in Albuquerque. But that was less of a kidnapping and more of an arrest for unpaid parking tickets. Good thing I have the best little lawyer in the world!

Future Clone Debbie Harry (looking at the dashboard): Uh-huh. Does this thing have an ejection seat…?

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (wriggling his eyebrows): So, you from around here?

Future Clone Debbie Harry (sighing): Look, why don’t you make yourself useful and keep an eye out for trouble?

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (looking in the side mirror): Sure thing! Do we have The Man on our tail?

Future Clone Debbie Harry: More like The Woman. And a rather persistent one at that. She and I go way back, you see, and…

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (looking in the side mirror): Does she have dark hair?

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Well, yes.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (still looking in the side mirror): And fabulous cheekbones?

Future Clone Debbie Harry (sniffing indignantly): Well, some people think so, but…

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (looking closely into the side mirror): And a really great pair of…

Future Clone Debbie Harry (glaring): She’s behind us, isn’t she?

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (nodding): On a really cool flying motorcycle thingy! Hey, do you know where I can get one of those?

Future Clone Debbie Harry (frantically searching the dashboard): OK, where are the missiles? This is Zymm’s car, I know there are missiles somewhere!

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: Um, yeah. Well, there were. We kinda used the last of them a few days ago. We were out of fireworks, so…

Future Clone Debbie Harry: Then how about a minigun? Or a laser?

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly recoils back as a laser beam bounces off of his window.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: Hey, she has a laser!

Future Clone Debbie Harry (glaring): And that helps us how?

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly (embarassed): I was just making conversation…

Future Clone Debbie Harry: You’re worse than my last lackey.

Another laser beam glances off the RV. Future Clone Debbie Harry swerves the big vehicle back & forth, but Future Clone Lynda Carter stays on her tail.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: Wow, she looks pretty determined. Maybe we should just pull over. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Future Clone Debbie Harry: She could disintegrate me.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: OK, granted, that would suck. For you, I mean.

Future Clone Debbie Harry: And then she might decide to disintegrate you as well, just for helping me. She’s a vindictive sort.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly’s eyes widen, then he starts frantically searching the dashboard.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: I know there’s a laser here somewhere…

Cut to: The office of the Iguana Mart sales associate, who is even now confusing, confounding and outright perplexing Covalent Blonde with a stack of documents some five feet high.

Sales Associate (circling a date): And you see, this is when your credit was incorporated into the company’s debt structure, which was right after the Tax Easement Assessment Securities Exchange act of 2079, which allowed unpaid debts to transfer into stock and/or ownership opportunities. Then, in 2127 the company’s stock split again, so…

Covalent Blonde (her eyes glazed over): Gah. I’d say I was dead and in Hell, but I don’t see Moose around.

Covalent Blonde closes her eyes and drifts off. She awakens sometime later.

Sales Associate (excitedly): …and then of course you have your annual stipend as well! So you see, you are quite wealthy!

Covalent Blonde (blinking as she wakes up): Huh, I must’ve nodded off for (checks watch)…two hours? Oh well, I needed a nap.

Sales Associate (handing CB a pen): Now, if you could just sign here, and here, and…

Covalent Blonde (signing): Yeah, sure. So does this get me my protein shakes?

Sales Associate: Oh, of course! I’ll have them delivered immediately! Do you want all your other items loaded into your new truck?

Covalent Blonde (confused): Umm…yes…?

Sales Associate (grinning): Excellent! And how else may I help you?

Covalent Blonde (still confused): Umm….?

Cut to: The Wasteland, where Horatio Cornblower, Moosemas Gorilla, Otto’s Brain and PK have finally come within sight of Iguana Mart. They’re still a bit gory from the aftermath of Covalent Blonde squishing the giant scorpion, and PK is still fiddling with the pincer around his waist.

Oh, yeah. He still has his man-bun, too. Because this is the Darkest Timeline.

Horatio Cornblower: Holy cow! I mean, I know I’m a bit vertically challenged, guys, but that place is yuuuuuge, right?

Otto’s Brain: You’re not kidding! I think I’ve been to smaller cities!

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook? Ook-ook?

Horatio Cornblower: Seriously, pal. I don’t have any idea how we’ll find CB in there, either.

PK (fumbling with the pincer): Gee whiz, could one of you guys help me with this thing? It’s starting to kinda chafe.

Moosemas Gorilla huffs out a sigh and with casual ease breaks the pincer free.

Moosemas Gorilla (tossing the pincer away): Ook…?

Horatio Cornblower (looking around): No, I hear it too, pal. How about you guys?

Otto’s Brain: Yeah, it sounds exactly like Zymm’s RV getting chased by a hot chick on a hoverbike.

Horatio Cornblower: That sounds pretty specific, Otto.

Otto’s Brain: Well, yeah, that’s because my optic implants are a few grades above human eyes, and also because they’re heading right for us.

Moosemas Gorilla, Horatio Cornblower and PK look up to see Doktor Zymm’s RV cresting the ridge they were standing near, and bearing down on them at breakneck speed.

Horatio Cornblower (gulping): Aw, man, and here I was thinking that today couldn’t get any worse…

To be continued…

 

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A frequent guest-star on the award-winning seventeenth season of Here Come the Brides as well as Petticoat Junction: The Outlaw Years, Vic Darlington was arrested in Miami for poodle smuggling in 1986. Fleeing to the United States to avoid prosecution, he worked as a delivery boy for Señor Pizza until finding a steady gig as the bassist for the Johnny Zed Power Trio. He currently lives in North Hollywood with his trophy wife, two meerkats and the world's largest collection of second-hand bowling trophies.
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Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

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Gonna need a lot more vans.

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

THEY CAN’T PROVE ANYTHING! YOU DON’T KNOW ME PERSONALLY SO THEY CAN’T PIN THAT ASSOCIATION ON YOU!!

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Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Let’s mix the cocktail post in….

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LemonJello

Missed!
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Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Of course this is what gives the alt-right nazi lover incels hardons, but I was picturing Harvey Weinstein and the like getting shot up.

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Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Let’s deflate any boners:

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Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Full auto tends to ride high and she is shooting over everybody’s heads. Once she see Darren Sharper she’ll get more accurate.

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ballsofsteelandfury

So THAT’S the scene referenced in Archer!
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Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

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Horatio Cornblower

I’ll take “Things Said About My Wife On Her Wedding Day” for $1,400, Alex.

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Whoa, that could have been said more than five or six times, right?

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

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WCS

I had a dream, more of a nightmare, that HRTN was being cancelled. Whew.

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

That would be terrible.

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

The money wouldn’t last anyway.

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Horatio Cornblower

That disappearing pink frosted donut is going to wind up being the Chekov’s gun of this whole opus.

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

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Brocky

PK is gonna eat that thing homer simpson style!

Brick Meathook

Well I was in HRTN for two episodes, and now I’m gone. I think it was the donuts. Oh well.

Speaking of donuts, there’s a 24-hour donut shop directly across the street from me. I think I’m going to go buy me some old-fashioneds.

ballsofsteelandfury

Hey, I haven’t appeared in forever! I think my character might be dead….

Senor Weaselo

I might still be playing with Cerberus in Hell. Which I think consists as “turnabout is fair play” for my Pro Bowl Underworld story…

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

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As the story develops………

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

It’s gotta be natural, how ever it comes of your pen (keyboard). The flow as you see it, especially when it get weird.

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Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Also; careful when trimming the cast as it may involves manscaping.

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Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

With how many passports and cash stashes your character is somewhere.

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This image makes for a whole episode of…. something.

Don T

Yeah, but you were put in Debbie Harry’s body. That can carry you a whole season.

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

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LemonJello

WOOoooo! New HTRN to start the weekend!

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ballsofsteelandfury

“The best little lawyer in the world” is an awesome line. Also, I remember the crazy girl scout!!

Horatio Cornblower

I spit water on that line.

Senor Weaselo

Where is Cookiethulu at a time like this anyway, when you need him?

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

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Horatio Cornblower

You’ve outdone yourself here, Moose.

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Einstein didn’t put it in context, but mathematically proved that blackholes existed. It just too a long time fore theoretical physics to turn into observable physics.

Don T

Can relate.
/chugs beer

Don T

On second thought, not really. I wouldn’t claw on the ground. More like kick back and glide.

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Agreed, some damn funny shit in this one too.

Brocky

That’s a throwback Thursday line for sure

Moose -The End Is Well Nigh

Well, in this case that is Mr. Beast’s girlfriend and confidante.

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