MST3K Digimon Lemonade Too!
By James Reinbold

Chapter 1: A Tale of a Sister's Bitterness by Jade Diamond
Chapter 2: Anti-Me: Sound and Sweat by Pretty Pretty Princess
Chapter 3: Our Rainfall by DigistarDBZ
Chapter 4: It's All My Fault by Goldstar44
Chapter 5: Through Sickness and Health by Angeteen
Chapter 6: Terriermon's Unusual Day by Gabumatic
Chapter 7: by 
Chapter 8: by 
Chapter 9: by 
Chapter 10: by 

(Doors open into the theater, where the next fanfic is already downloading. MIKE, 
TOM, and CROW enter and sit down.)

TOM: Alright, alright! No more prank calls!

CROW: You're no fun anymore, Mike.

MIKE: At least my prank calls are funny.

>Through Sickness and Health

MIKE: Hey, it's the first lemon ever about married people!


>Disclamier: I do not own digimon.

TOM: Damn you for even suggesting it.

>If you sue me, it will only make me laugh at your own stupidity.

CROW: 'Cause you don't own it either.

>These characters are fictional which means they are ageless.

MIKE: Even if they grew three years between seasons one and two?

>So unless you are either real board or your real stupid, don't do that.

CROW: Quit trying to age these fictional characters!

TOM: Uh, I'm simulated wood grain. Does that matter?

>Thank you.

MIKE: You're welcome. I guess.


>This lemon is dedicated to TankCop.

MIKE: You, in the Panzer! Pull over to the side of the road!

>Hope you like it and be sure to send some reviews.

TOM: The last ones got all soggy in transit.

>If not, I want your nuts inside of a glass jar and on top of my desk by morning.

CROW: Note to Tank Cop: no matter what, don't turn your back.


>Angeteen

MIKE: Didn't Eddie Vedder cover this?


>One morning, Kari woke up feeling terrible.

CROW: She rolled Tai out and told him to get back in the bottom bunk.

>For some odd reason her stomach was feeling like it was turning itself inside 
out.

TOM (Kari): Maybe I should stop eating broken glass.

>She letted out a soft moan of pain as she lay awake in bed.

MIKE (Kari): My love of roughage will kill me someday.

>Hearing this, Gatomon lifted her head from where she was slepping in the floor 
and asked "what is it Kari?"

TOM (Kari): This fanfic is turning my stomach already! Oooh!


>"I feel sick" answered Kari. "My stomach hurts."

CROW (Kari): It feels like I swallowed a Flying Wallenda.

>Jumping up from where she was laying, Gatomon placed a paw against Kari's head 
and frowned.

TOM (Gatomon): I can't feel a thing. Maybe I should take off my gloves.

>"Your head feels warm.

CROW (Gatomon): And your nose is cold and wet. I think you're healthy.

>I think you sick."

MIKE (Kari): Yeah, I said that.

>With another moan, this time from disspear, she rested her head on her pillow.

TOM (Kari): If I could just get dis spear out of my stomach, I'd feel better!


>"And to think that today is Saturday.

CROW (Kari): And I saw it on Mulberry Street.

>If I got sick on a school day that would be fine, but not this."

MIKE: In fact, it's not a Tuesday for Kari unless she's throwing up.

>"Well it looks like you stuck with it, like it or not" Gatomon said with a sigh.

TOM (Gatomon): So don't come crying to me for sympathy.

>>"The best that can be done now is to get you better again. You should try to 
get your mom. I suggest you go to her to see what she can do."

CROW (Gatomon): That means go find your mom and don't bug me.


>With a weak nod, Kari got up and left.

MIKE (Gatomon): Finally, I can get some sleep around here.


>A few moments latter, Kari reentered her room with a bottle of medicine and a 
spoon in her hand.

TOM (Kari): Child-proof cap, my foot. These are easy to open!


>Setting them both on the dresser, she climbed back into bed.

CROW: Um, aren't you supposed to, y'know, take the medicine?

>"What happened?" asked Gatomon.

TOM (Gatomon): Is the fanfic over already?

>"Mom said that I should stay in bed for the next few day. She also said to get 
plenty of rest and to take a table spoon of that yucky medicine every four hours."

CROW (Kari): And if that fails, I should take out my own appendix.


>"Well at least you should get better" Gatomon said.

MIKE (Gatomon): And could you do it quietly?

>"With your mom and me here to take care of you, you should be back on the road 
to recovery in no time."

TOM: You just take the Northwest Expressway out to Meridian Avenue, make a left....

>"Not quite" Kari said. "My mom had to go out today and won't be back until 
sometime real late at night.

CROW (Kari): She's got a full day of shirking her responsibilities ahead of her.

>As for my brother, he has soccer practice to attend so he won't be back for at 
least a while.

TOM: What, is he training for the World Cup? It shouldn't take all day.

>So all that is left is just you and me" she said with a sigh.

MIKE (Kari): Dad's off on one of his drinking binges again....


>Shuffling her feet, Gatomon looked at Kari and said "umm...Kari?

CROW (Gatomon): I think you've been abandoned. Want me to call protective 
services?

>I don't really know anything about taking care of people who are sick."

TOM: Gatomon was a business major.

>"Its not all that hard" Kari said. "All you got to do is make sure the person 
gets plenty of bed rest, gets the liquids they need,

MIKE: Guys, I feel sick. I need beer.

TOM and CROW: Get it yourself.

MIKE: Phooey.

>take some medicine every four hours, and make sure they are as comfortable as 
possible."

MIKE (Kari): I'd be a lot more comfortable with chocolate milk and the TV in 
here.


>"That sounds like a lot of hard work!" complained Gatomon.

TOM: Sounds like a lot of laying around to me. Nurses have it easy.

>"I'm not sure if I can do it all."

CROW (Gatomon): I'm supposed to keep waking you and withhold all liquids. Is 
that right?

>"Well you just try your best Gatomon and I'm sure you'll do good.

MIKE (Kari): And if you don't, you can have my clothes and my stamp collection.

>"Okay" Gatomon said quietly. "Be sure to get some sleep okay?" "Okay" Kari said 
as she snuggled deep down into her own bed and fell into a fitless sleep.

CROW (Gatomon): S'alright?

TOM (Kari): S'okay.

CROW (Gatomon): S'okay?

TOM (Kari): S'alright.


***


>A few hours latter Kari felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

MIKE: Ah, Gregory Hines is going to nurse her back to health.

>Opening her eyes, she saw Angewoman looking down upon her with a gentle smile 
on her face.

TOM (Angewomon): Wake up, it's time for your sleeping pill!

>Angewoman?

CROW: Yep. That's what you said.

>Kari's eyes widened. "Huh?" she asked confused. "Angewoman? How did you 
digivolve?"

TOM (Angewomon): I twirled in front of a pink background while my clothes flew 
onto me. I do that when I need to pad the episode.


>"You needed me, and the best way I could help you was in this form, so I 
digivolved."

CROW (Kari): Thanks for the effort, but I think if I point my Digivice at my 
stomach, a ray of light will come out of it and cure me. Thanks anyway, though.

>"Oh, I understand now" said Kari. "But what can you do in this form that you 
couldn't do in champion?"

MIKE (Angewomon): Well, I can fly. Doesn't do a thing for you, but I enjoy it.

>"You'll see" she said with a smile. "But that will have to wait for latter on.

TOM (Angewomon): It's not in the budget yet.

>You will need to take your medicine now."

CROW (Angewomon): Here comes the airplane into the hangar!

TOM (Kari): Stop it! I wanna cookie!


>After saying this, she walked over to Kari's dresser and picked up the spoon 
and the bottle of medicine.

MIKE: Yeah, she's right about the digivolve. It's hard to pick things up with 
paws.

>Taking them over to Kari's bed, she opened up the medicine and dumped some of 
the fluid into the spoon.

TOM: OH! All over the rug! Need to be more careful how you dump things next time.

>Taking the spoon, she placed it gently in Kari's mouth.

CROW: All the way to her epiglottis.

TOM (Kari): Mmmph! Ugh!

>After swallowing it, she shuddered a little from the taste but remained quiet.

MIKE (Kari): I really only needed to swallow the medicine, not the spoon, 
Angewomon.

>After resealing the bottle, she placed both items back onto the dresser.

CROW: This paragraph was included with the Voyager probes so aliens can know how 
spoons worked.


>"Now that bit is taken care of" Angewoman said "we need to see about making you 
comfortable."

MIKE: Angewomon lifted Kari's head with one hand. With the other, she fluffed 
the pillow. Then she lowered Kari's head back onto the pillow again.

CROW: Then came the chocolate milk?

TOM: And the TV?

MIKE: Sure, why not?

>Running into the bathroom she got a large, white towel.

TOM: Wow, she's taking Kari to the beach. Angewomon is taking this comfort thing 
very seriously.

>Going back into Kari's room, she asked her to strip from the waist down.

CROW: Up to a point.

TOM: Maybe it's a nudist beach.

MIKE (Kari): Hey, I have a stomach virus, not eneuresis. The Pepto is enough, 
really.


>Blushing, Kari shook her head and said "no."

TOM: And then added, "Are you nuts? Get away from me."

>"Now Kari" Angewoman said patiently. "Don't make me have to force you which you 
know I can easily do.

MIKE (Kari): Well, THAT inspires confidence. I'm real comfortable now.

>This is just in case you have an 'accident' and we don't want you up and 
running around in your condition do we?"

CROW (Kari): What, I'm going to be operating heavy machinery in bed? I'm fine. 
Leave my pants alone.

>Still blushing a bright red, Kari got up and began to slowly remove her pajamas 
and then her underwear.

TOM (Kari): Is that towel damp? You're not going to rattail me on the bare tush, 
are you?


>For some odd reason, the room suddenly grew a few degrees colder than it once 
was.

CROW: That reason being, she took off her pants.

TOM: You gotta admit, it is odd.

>Taking the towel, Angewoman began to wrap it around Kari's bottom.

MIKE: Sumo your way to health!

>After she was finished, Angewoman tentively pulled Kari's cloths back up her 
body and over the make-shift diaper.

CROW (Angewomon): Okay, now stick one leg high into the air.


>"There now" Angewoman said. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

TOM: It will be when she runs face-first into a 500-pound guy.

>"No" Kari said, still blushing a very bright crimson.

MIKE: She'll never make yokozuna with that attitude.

>"Now then" said Angewoman, as she sat on top of Kari's bed "since its lunch 
time, I need you to sit on my lap."

CROW: What, no highchair?


>Confused, Kari did as she said. After sitting on her lap, Angewoman reached a 
hand up and lowered her breast plate.

MIKE: And conked Kari on the head with it.

TOM (Angewomon): Sorry!

>Kari's eyes widen at the site.

CROW: (Kari): When you said I was having turkey breast for lunch, I thought you 
meant a submarine sandwich.

>Her breasts were just as shapely and as suggestive as her contours had once 
suggested.

TOM: Her contours are such gossip-mongers.

>Clearly any man would go wild at the site of them.

CROW: Being a girl, Kari was unimpressed.


>Bringing up a breast in one of her hands, Angewoman inserted a nipple into Kari's 
mouth.

TOM: 'T the hell? She's 11! She can use the tippy cup by now!

MIKE: It's a little late to build up her immune system....

CROW (Kari): Stop! I'm lactose intolerant!

>Founderblasted, Kari sucked.

TOM: So did Angewomon. So did the room. This WHOLE THING sucked!

CROW: And what did that poor founder do to you, anyway, Kari?

MIKE: Easy, guys. Yeah, this baby thing is getting way out of hand, but you can't 
let it get to you.

TOM: Okay, Mike.

CROW: We'll try.

>Nothing came out. She tried again harder but still nothing would come out.

CROW: Thank God for mastitis.

>"Kari" Angewoman said, her breasts bouncing delightfully with her laughter.

TOM: Kari's going to get whiplash.

>"If you want some milk, you got to suck on the arole, not the nipple."

MIKE (Angewomon): And, OW! No teeth! That hurts! Quit it!


>Blushing, Kari widened her mouth over Angewoman's arola and sucked hard, this 
time being rewarded with a mouth full of sweet tasting milk.

CROW: Laced with the nasty tang of Bag Balm.

>She was ashamed to admit, but it did have a good taste.

MIKE (Kari): Which side of you is 2%?

>With a lick of her lips, she continued on her sucking, much to a very pleased 
Angewoman's content.

TOM (Kari): You're not fortified with Vitamin D, are you? Am I going to get 
rickets from this?

>As Kari sucked, she began to think to herself that maybe this wasn't so bad.

CROW: Compared to getting bludgeoned with a nail-studded board while a small 
child gouges out her eyes.


>After several minutes of nurging, Angewoman gently removed Kari's head away 
from her breast.

TOM (Angewomon): Ouch. Okay, this wasn't such a hot idea. How about a PBJ 
instead?

>As she did so, a tiny strem of milk flowed down her chest.

MIKE (Angewomon): Um, I seem to be leaking. Is it okay if I borrow the towel I 
tied around your butt?

>Quickly, Kari laped it up before Angewoman could get her breast plate replaced.

CROW (Kari): You taste like pork rinds. Do you ever bathe?

>"Naughty girl" she said with a smile, as she kept fumbling with her armor.

TOM (Angewomon): Hang on a sec, I can't get this to catch.


>As Angewoman finished this, Kari began to notice that she felt kind of funny 
down below.

MIKE: Great. Now she's colicky. Remember to burp her next time, Angewomon.

>"Umm... Angewoman?" Kari asked. "I think I need to go really bad."

CROW: Man, she turned that milk into cheese in no time!

MIKE: You're not making this any easier, Crow....

>"So go then" she said.

TOM (Angewomon): See if I care.

>"I'm not stopping you.

MIKE (Angewomon): At least, not with my bare hands. Yecch.

>Why do you think I putted those diaper on you anyway?"

CROW (Kari): I thought you wanted me to be a sumo wrestler. That, or grow up to 
be like Mahatma Gandhi.


>Blushing, Kari nodded her head and was about to let one go.

MIKE: Man, fanfic, why don't you pull down her pants and hang her out the window? 
It can't be any more embarassing.

>"Wait a minute Kari" Angewoman interjected. "Before you go, first be sure to 
lay down on the bed."

TOM (Kari): Well, couldn't I just walk across the hall to the bathroom?! Jesus!

>Doing so, Kari laid down on the bed and released her bowels.

CROW: And they're off! And it's stomach in the lead, followed by the short 
intestine, colon trailing, rectum in the rear!

>As she felt her own excrement leave her, she also felt her face go hot.

TOM: That's called "shame." Better get used to it, Kari.

MIKE: So the cure for an upset stomach is...something to upset your stomach.

CROW: Well, I think the best cure for this kind of stupidity is a bat upside the 
head, so it kind of makes sense.


>When she finally finished, she felt a lot better.

TOM (Kari): Nothin' improves my mood like lying in my own filth.

>"Now then, just you stay there and I'll be right back" Angewoman said before 
leaving the room.

MIKE (Kari): Okay, I'll be right here, infecting myself with my own coliform 
bacteria!

>In a moment, she returned with a fresh towel in hand, a roll of toliet paper, a 
waste basket, and some baby powder.

CROW (Kari): And get some diaper rash ointment, too. Your daft plan has 
literally chapped my ass.


>Lifting up Kari's bottom, she rubbed off her excreiment and depsoited it into 
the waste basket.

TOM: Amazing she didn't yell "Two points!"

CROW: This is definitely not a time to play Michael Jordan. Imagine if she 
missed that free throw.

TOM: Ew.

>Taking the clean towel, she manuevered it beneath her bottom and the soiled one 
she dumped into the waste basket along with the other used pieces of toliet 
paper.

MIKE (Kari): Great. When I escape and take a bath after all this, there's not 
going to be a clean towel anywhere.

>Taking the baby powder, she dumped a heavy amount on her bottom and began to 
give it a sensual message.

CROW: A sensual message? It's a Morse code spanking!

>Occasionaly while rubbing in the powder, she inserted an index finger into Kari's 
cunt, which made Kari squeal in pleasure.

MIKE: While we squeal in pain.

CROW: Well, Gatomon was right. She knows zip about taking care of sick people.

TOM: Yeah, but you hear that and you figure she'd bring grapefruit juice to 
someone with a sore throat. This is willfully bad nursing.


>After rubbing the powder into her, Angewoman wrapped the fresh towel around 
Kari's bottom.

MIKE: Then she gave Kari her teething ring.

>As she finished wrapping the towel, she bent over and picked up the items from 
the bathroom, and returned them there.

TOM (Angewomon): Maybe I should wash that towel...nah! That would be rational.

>After finishing this last errand, she gently picked Kari up by her arms and 
placed her in bed.

CROW (Kari): Ow! You pulled my shoulders out of their sockets!


>"Now then, I believe it is time for you to get back to sleep" Angewoman advised.

MIKE: If she can, after all that.

>"I'll feed you again sometime later tonight and change you if neccesary."

TOM (Angewomon): And I'll rob you of any dignity you have left, too.

>Anxious to meet the prospects of what awaited her the next time she awoke, she 
quickly feel asleep.

CROW: So the whole lemon was "Oops, I crapped my pants"? Even by lemon standards, 
that ain't code.


***


>When Kari woke up again for the third time, she noticed that she was starting 
to feel better.

TOM: Well, she didn't really, but the other options were "die" and "put up with 
Angewomon some more," so....

>Looking around her room, she noticed that Angewoman was curled up and asleep on 
the floor.

MIKE: She also noticed her mom was back and having a fit about the towel and the 
wastebasket full of raw sewage.

>Smiling to herself, Kari walked over to Angewoman and slightly nudged her body.

CROW: SHE'S DOWN! Quick, Kari, kick her in the bread basket!


>With a soft murmer, Angewoman awoke.

TOM (Angewomon): Is it time for your next torture session already? How time 
flies!

>"Hello Kari" Angewoman said in a cheerful mood. "Feeling better?"

MIKE (Angewomon): I'll soon take care of that.

>"Yes, I feel better. I don't now why though, but I do."

CROW (Kari): I mean, I can't control my bowel movements and I've been supremely 
humiliated. I should be in a home by now.

>"It was my milk" Angewoman simply replied .

TOM (Angewomon): My milk can knock out a 24-hour virus in about a day.


>"Angels's milk has been known to cure almost anything you know?

MIKE: Obviously, paraphilias are an exception.

>Its about two A.M. right now.

CROW: Do you know where this child is?

MIKE: Um, in a hell not of her making?

>I would have woke you up again to take your medicine, but you looked so 
peaceful just sleeping there I didn't bother.

TOM (Angewomon): So it's a relapse for you!

>However, now that your awake, I might as well give you the medicine and my own 
special kind to go with it."

CROW (Angewomon): Yup, my boobsquirt can cure anything, but we'll stick with the 
Robitussin just in case.


>So after feeding Kari some more of the bottled up medicine, Angewoman removed 
her breast plate for the second time and allowed Kari to suckle.

TOM: Again? Man, Kari is turning into a suckling pig.

>After finishing, she replaced her breast plate and both women fell back into a 
blissful sleep.

MIKE: Well, that was pointless, but at least we were spared another changing 
scene.


***


>When Kari woke up next morining, it was Sunday.

CROW: Today she'll crap herself for the Lord.

>Steppingout of bed, she stretched and yawned, feeling better than she could 
remember in a long time.

TOM: But she can only remember about a decade or so, so it's not like she has 
much to compare with.

>Looking on the floor she saw that Angewoman had dedigivolved back into her 
Champion form.

MIKE (Kirk Douglas): I'm the champ! I'm the champ!

CROW: She is lucky it wasn't Gatomon taking care of her. Otherwise she'd have 
had to use the litter box.


>"Good morning Gatomon" Kari said warmly. "Thanks for taking care of me."

TOM (Kari): Now, could you open the Yellow Pages to veterinarians? I want to get 
you spayed and declawed.

>"Thats okay Kari" Gatomon said "I enjoyed it to. It was also kind of fun."

MIKE (Gatomon): But mostly it was sick.

>"Yeah, I know what you mean. Umm...Gatomon?" "Yes Kari?"

CROW (Kari): Is my nose growing?

>"Would you mind taking care of me again today?"

TOM (Kari): And, look out the window! There's a flying pig!

CROW (Bruce McCullough): Weee! Look at me! I'm flying! Hi, all you people in 
line!

>"Sure. Anytime" Gatomon said with a bright smile on her face.

MIKE (Gatomon): Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into? Does she want to chew 
on my nipples some more, or will I be elbow deep in poop the rest of the day?



>Well theres my first lemon for you. So, what do you think?

TOM: Well, I'm founderblasted.

CROW: Oh, me too!

>Am I doing good or what?

MIKE: What.


(MIKE, TOM, and CROW exit the theater. Doors slam as we return to the living 
quarters. MIKE is seated at a table with a red and white checkered cloth, a 
large pitcher of coffee, and a rack of pancake syrups. GYPSY, in a hairnet, 
stands beside him.)

MIKE: Wow, Gypsy, you've done a great job setting up your pancake house. You 
must have, what, twenty kinds of syrup?

GYPSY: Twenty-two.

MIKE: That's a lot of berries. Let's see, there's strawberry, blueberry, 
cranberry, blackberry, raspberry, boysenberry, gooseberry, loganberry, 
marionberry....

GYPSY: You're the first customer who doesn't make a cocaine joke about the 
marionberry syrup.

MIKE: I'm the first customer, period.

GYPSY: That's true. Maybe you'd prefer the maple syrup, or the cherry, or the 
Concord grape, or the coconut, or the peach....

MIKE: The apricot is looking good to me. I have to admit, the citrus ones sound 
intriguing. Orange, lemon, lime...what's this? Cantaloupe?

GYPSY: Mmm-hmmm! Honeydew and watermelon, too.

MIKE: They sound delicious. But, jalapeņo syrup? That sounds a little extreme.

GYPSY: Don't knock it till you try it. A lot of people like jalapeņo jelly.

MIKE: True. I tell you what, I'm going to need a lot of pancakes to try all of 
these. Bring me your biggest combo breakfast.

GYPSY: Okay! Do you want 15 strips of bacon, 15 sausage rounds, or 15 slices of 
ham?

MIKE: Can I get five of each?

GYPSY: It costs extra.

MIKE: That's okay.

GYPSY: Alrighty. How do you want your dozen eggs?

MIKE: Can I have six sunny side up and the other six over hard?

GYPSY: No problem. I'll be right back with your order. You've already got your 
hoddle of coffee. Enjoy your breakfast!

(GYPSY exits. MIKE pours himself a cup of coffee.)

TOM (Voiceover): We've secretly replaced the fine coffee Mike normally drinks 
with Folger's Crystals. Let's watch.

(MIKE sips his coffee and nods appreciatively. He reaches for the sugar bowl.)

CROW (VO): We've secretly replaced the sugar Mike normally puts in his fine 
coffee with Nutra-Sweet. Let's watch.

(MIKE sweetens his coffee and sips again. He smacks his lips and reaches for the 
creamer.)

CROW (VO): We've secretly replaced the heavy cream Mike normally puts in his 
fine coffee with angel's milk.

TOM (VO): Let's watch!

(MIKE adds cream, sips, and does a spit take. He screws up his face in agony and 
wipes his tongue with his napkin, then gathers the edge of the tablecloth and 
swabs the inside of his mouth with it.)

MIKE: Augh! Blecch! Are you guys playing Hidden Camera Commercial again?!

TOM and CROW: (Enter hastily.) No!

MIKE: What did you (Hacks and chokes.) put in my coffee?!

CROW: We didn't put anything in it. You put it in.

MIKE: (Coughs.)

TOM: It's just a different kind of milk than usual, that's all.

MIKE: (Coughs.)

CROW: And what does it matter, anyway? You're a mammal. You're genetically 
programmed to like the stuff. You don't see us making faces when we chug Quaker 
State.

MIKE: (Coughs.)

TOM: Artificial creamer is just white poster paint, and you'll drink that 
without complaining. What's wrong with you, anyway?

MIKE: (Coughs, turns green, covers his mouth and exits.)

GYPSY (VO): No projectile vomiting on the premises. And Pearl's calling.

TOM: We've got it!

CROW: Hiya, Pearl. Can we have a mint?


(Onscreen: PEARL in Castle Forrester.)

PEARL: Interesting view of your tonsils, Nelson. We'll probably see them again 
after you get through with Terriermon's Unusual Day by Gabumatic. It's an 
extravaganza of leg-humping.

BOBO (VO): Lawgiver! Brain Guy blasted my founder again!

OBSERVER (VO): I did not!

PEARL: One moment. THERE WILL BE NO FOUNDERBLASTING IN THIS CASTLE, IS THAT 
CLEAR?!

OBSERVER (VO): Awww!

BOBO (VO): Nyaaah!

PEARL: I have to go discipline those two. Be careful out there.

(Back on the Satellite, MIKE has recovered and is drinking straight from the 
hoddle.)

CROW: We tried to get you a mint, but Pearl ignored us.

TOM: We'll pick up the tab for you, if you want.

MIKE: Fine. Don't forget Gypsy's tip. (Lights flash and sirens blare.) Great. I 
don't have my pancakes yet and it's already FANFIC SIGN!



(To abort, open Hamdingers.)