"In the not too distant future...
The Premise:
SL4ever; frustrated with his inability to keep up with his board reading
because of frequent trips ... and disappointed with his latest batch
of unfunny commercials; puts TWIWTA on hiatus for a while and goes hiking
in the mountains with a backpack filled with only the essentials. Pleny
of PIE and his entire Sliders tape collection. Of course, he is quickly
lost. After three days of wandering around and subsisting only on PIE
crust, wild scallions, and a raspberry lollipop, he finally discovers
a cabin. In it he finds Henry The Wonder Dog (THATS where he disappeared
to!) and Timmy BigHands. They tell him that its a two mile walk
back to civilization. After discovering their fridge and pantry are
full, SL4ever decides thats way too far to walk. Timmy and Henry
are bored out of their skulls since they have a VCR but only Richard
Simmons Purging to the Oldies tapes to watch. Since all
three of them are irritable by nature, they find themselves riffing
the eps mercilessly.
The Riffers:
SL4ever: Can be described in three words. OLD. HUNGRY. PERPETUALLY
IRRITATED. Okay, that was four.
Timmy Bighands: Not as hungry but just as irritated.
Henry The Wonder Dog. Hideously annoyed that he is the only talking
dog in the multiverse, so he takes it out on everything and everyone.
The Ep:
They start at the beginning, of course!
THE PILOT
<establishing shot of Quinns house>
TBH: Hey, lets >:-# with Quinn by running up there and oiling
the gate!
<interior shot of Quinns bedroom>
SL4: His housekeeper is Dom Deluise.
<cat comes into frame>
HTWD: Cat! Its whats for dinner!
TBH: Speak for yourself.
<Quinn suddenly sits up>
TBH: Oh my God! That WAS me in Cant Hardly Wait!
<Quinn glances at the alarm clock as it goes off>
Man on Radio: Morning Bay Area. Spaceman here.
SL4: I wonder how long it took him to think THAT name up.
HTWD: Ace was already taken.
Spaceman: shatterin your sleep with the truth and nothing
but.
TBH: The truth is, I get paid more in a year than you will in your
life to sit here on my ever widening >:-# and be so annoying that
youre forced to roll over and turn me off and get out of bed.
Spaceman: Friends, I fear were being invaded. Hordes of
Earthquake-freaked So. Cals are flocking to our city, bringing all the
wonderful things that make L.A. so special:
TBH: Riots?
HTWD: Liberal leash laws?
SL4: NFL Football ... oh wait, never mind.
Spaceman: carjackings,
SL4: Isnt that what got Jimmy Swaggart in trouble?
HTWD: Um, no.
Spaceman: tacos,
WTHD: Yep, the first thing I think of when I hear L.A.
is tacos.
Spaceman: drivebys, and silicon.
TBH: Just wait a couple years and well get to see silicon every
week on Sliders!
Spaceman: Some might say Im being paranoid.
SL4: Especially everyone whos out to get me!
Spaceman: but believe me, I can smell a Dodger fan a mile away.
TBH: Because of the chili they serve in Dodger Stadium gives you more
gas than a bean and cabbage casserole.
Spaceman: Theyre here. Youve been warned. Food for
thought from your humble Spaceman,
HTWD: You sound about as humble as Dennis Miller after a two week Heroin
binge.
Spaceman: loyal greenblooded siren of the airwaves.
<Quinn turns off the radio and rolls out of bed.>
SL4: Ill give Charlie a job if youll turn that bastard
off quicker next time.
<scene change. Quinns mother cooks breakfast in the kitchen.>
Miss Mallory: Morning.
TBH: Oh God, not one of those cheerful morning >:-#-ers. Just shoot
me now!
<MM puts breakfast on the table>
<Quinn grabs the catfood out of the pantry>
HTWD: Hes a dimensional genius but hed rather have cat
food than eggs and bacon?
Quinn: Ma, I gotta fly. I got a million things...
SL4: I have to fire my agent because of my last two disastrous movies.
I gotta spread some more me and Buffy rumors. I gotta visit
the Sliders board under my handle Executive...
MM: Eat. Youre too much like your father.
TBH: Decomposing underground?
MM: up all night. Working crazy hours. And look what happened
to him; he worked himself to death.
SL4: Initiate forced backstory dialogue ... NOW.
Quinn: Ma ... Dad was hit by a car.
HTWD: Um, in case you forgot.
MM: But he was on his way to work. That is my POINT.
TBH: Thats about as logical as having a lightweight like Val
Kilmer play Batman.
MM: He had too much on his mind.
Quinn: Better than too little.
SL4: Whew! Nice comeback! Youd think this guy was a child genius
or something!
MM: Is that the same shirt you had one yesterday?
HTWD: So, so far we know that his Mom occasionally forgets how her
husband died, Quinn likes to have cat food for breakfast and he is one
of those nasty mendicants who wears their clothes two days in a row.
Quinn <checks his pits> : What? I took a shower.
SL4: I think Im gonna throw up.
TBH: They made it clear right from the beginning that he was not going
to be a romantic force on this show, didnt they?
MM: Young man, theres a pile of clean clothes on the dryer.
Run downstairs and pick something.
HTWD: But DONT pick my black teddy like you did last time!
Quinn: Well, its about time you got to those. That piles
been on my floor for a week.
SL4: Are they TRYING to make us ill here?
Quinn: And when are you going to make up my room?
TBH: This is a good way to get a frying pan upside your head in most
homes.
MM <snaps a dish towel at him> : You just watch it buster.
Two more semesters and Im turning this place into a bed and breakfast.
HTWD: I got news for you, granny, it ALREADY is one!
Quinn: I got dibs on the basement.
TBH: Its the only place that will contain my 5,000 tape porn
library.
<Quinn heads down to the basement>
MM: Thats the only reason youre not on the streets
already. Itd take years to get rid of all that junk.
SL4: I havent seen family closeness this artificial since the
last time Bill and Hillary walked hand in hand in public.
Quinn: Its not junk. Ow!
TBH: Isnt it early in the show for him to be tripping over the
holes in the plot?
MM <petting the cat and looking at the family photo stuck on the
fridge door> : You know, Michael, I worry about that kid sometimes.
HTWD: Personally, I worry about anyone not named Haley Joel Osmet who
talks to dead people.
MM: Hes too smart for his own good.
TBH: Thats just something dumb people say to make themselves
feel better.
Quinn <returning with clean shirt> : Whore you talking
to?
SL4: Im holding a cat, moron. Wouldnt you assume I was
one of those cat freaks who talk to them?
MM: Your father and I were just having a private conversation.
TBH: Ooooooooookay. Well, I think Ill go have a private conversation
with whoever has been supplying your medication.
Quinn: Well, tell him I said hi.
HTWD: Oh, and tell him he owes me $150,000 in back allowance.
<Quinn makes a quick sandwich with the toast, bacon, and eggs>
SL4: Put some hot sauce on that sucker! NO, you fool!!!! Grrrrrr.
To be continued