Mystery Sliders Theater 3000!!!!! (Now with host segments!)
SL4ever: Whos got the popcorn?
Timmy Big Hands: I do.
SL4ever: Whos got the horrid episode?
Henry The Wonder Dog: I do.
SL4ever: Then lets get biz-say!!!!
TBH: Um, just a minute. Dont you think we need to explain
whats going on to the audience?
SL4: Oh, very well. We committed the ultimate bboard sin, we
made a post asking who people liked more, Wade or Maggie. The resulting
flame war made 6 people leave for good, hurt the feelings of 12 others,
broke 7 FCC regulations, and ruined the word vapid as far
as board use goes. As punishment, we were locked in the Story Cave and
forced to watch and riff every single Sliders ep. After that, we have
to start on Airwolf, so we are not going to be rushing through Sliders,
Ill tell ya.
HTWD: Are you still talking about that? Get your hot ass in the
theater!
Post Traumatic Slide Syndrome
Remmy: Man, Ive seen things you wouldnt believe.
SL4: Ive seen a peanut stand, a rubber band, I seen a needle
that winked its eye...
Remmy: We get this one world, right ... full of snakes and bats.
HTWD: Which was fine. But it was also full of snakeskin boots and batskin
rugs, which are SO out of style it isnt even funny!
Remmy: This crazy shaman, he was after Q-balls brain.
TBH: Until he saw Wades breasts.
Dr. Whelan: When he said he wanted to take Q-Balls brain
... how did that make you feel?
SL4: Like hurting writers who perpetuate lame therapist stereotypes
like how did that make you feel?
Remmy: How did I feel?
HTWD: HEY! Whos the shrink here??? *IM* the only one allowed
to repeat back what the other says!!!
Dr, Whelan: Yeah.
Remmy: I guess I was happy that he wasnt after my brain,
I mean, how would you feel?
TBH <mimicking Dr. Whelan> : I would have felt like running to
the nearest closet and hiding amongst a womans petticoats like
the limp pansy I am ... but that is not very helpful, is it?
Dr. Whelan: My feelings are not an issue here, Mr. Brown.
SL4: No need to get snippy, Freud. You ask a stupid question, you get
a stupid rejoinder.
Dr. Whelan: Now you said earlier that you, you were at the end
of your rope, yes?
HTWD: YES I AM. Ill tell you, if Wade magically changes outfits
ONE MORE TIME without ever bringing along ANY luggage, I am going to
SNAP!!
Remmy: Yeah, no kidding doc. I mean, my boats been rocked
one too many times.
TBH: Are you trying to say that your cakes been sliced one too
many times or your shrimps been peeled one too many times?
Remmy: Thats why Im hoping that you can help me sort
through this thing.
SL4: No problem. Youre nuts. That will be $235. Please pay the
secretary on the way out.
Dr. Whelan: Yes, I can see why. The strain of adjusting to all
of these different planets.
HTWD: Youre believing this way too easily doc. YOU must be nuts!
Remmy: Its the same planet every time, just different dimensions.
TBH: You think a three-dimensional world is hard on you, doc, imagine
having the freedom to move in 12 dimensions. I got lost going from my
couch to the bathroom.
Dr. Whelan: So what precipitated this crisis?
SL4: It all started when I saw momma kissing Santa Claus.
Remmy: Okay, I guess it all started a couple weeks ago.
HTWD: Oh god, I can smell a flashback approaching a mile away!
<Scene change to a park during daylight. Quinn and Wads emerge from
the vortex.>
Quinn <helping Wade up.> : You okay?
TBH: Well, actually, I have this very painful pimple on my ass... oh,
you were asking Wade. Neeeever mind.
Wade: Yeah, I think so.
SL4: Though I would be even more okay if you were asking me naked.
TBH: Idiot. She doesnt love him anymore, this is season 2.
<Arturo emerges with a shout of Incoming!>
HTWD: No need to shout, we could feel the air you displaced well before
your shout reached us.
<Arturo gets to his feet just in time for Remmy to land right on
top of him. Arturo groans in pain.>
TBH: Its okay, Prof. Look on the bright side, it could have been
your double.
Arturo: That does it. From now, Mr. Brown, you go through the
vortex before me!
SL4: Well, that WOULD save me from the smell of your cologne, Odor
De Arrogance.
Remmy: And have you fall and crush me? Forget that.
HTWD: That was a no-brainer if I ever heard one.
Arturo: Well, at least it looks peaceful enough.
TBH: It always does at first. Then the cannibalistic cat worshipers
come and fed our ears to the Cat God and there is plenty of noise after
that. Not that we can hear it very well at that point...
Quinn: Wait a minute ... This is Bernie Masseys old Pontiac,
he got rear ended just before we left.
SL4: So this dude has strange taste in cars and even stranger sexual
tastes, whats the connection?
Quinn: And thats Mrs. Randalls place.
HTWD: Wow! Imagine there being another Mrs. Randalls place on
a parallel world! It is a staggering thought!
Remmy: What are you saying?
SL4: Apparently he is telling you something about every one of his
tedious neighbors.
<Quinn rushes past them and leads them to his front yards and the
infamous squeaky gate.>
TBH: If he takes us through another million tests and jokes
Im gonna be forced to jump into the screen and beat his f-ing
>:-#!!!
Arturo: Your house, yes?
SL4: WOW! There is another a Quinns house on a parallel world!
Amazing! They MUST be home!
Arturo: May I remind you, that weve all been fooled before.
HTWD: For instance, I lost $20 yesterday on that stupid cant
crush an egg between your locked palms scam.
Wade: Why are you always so negative?
TBH: Some people just like to crush peoples hopes underneath
their size 12s, sweetie.
Arturo: Hope forever, Miss Welles, expect nothing.
TBH: ... and annoy your friends to no end by verbalizing your own dark,
negative view of the world.
Remmy: So what do you think, Q-Ball?
SL4: I think it takes a big man to wrestle a bear. OH, you mean about
is this home?
Quinn: I think ... were about to find out.
TBH: Yeah yeah, sure, sure. Just like you did in the Pilot. The gate
test worked smegging well in that one, didnt it?
Quinn: Cross your fingers.
HTWD: Am I imagining things or did this exact same scene play out in
the Pilot? Right down to cross your fingers.
SL4: Youre not imagining it.
<Quinn reaches for the gate and opens it. It squeaks like a salesmans
wifes bed after a three weeks sales trip.>
Wade: It squeaked.
SL4 <risimg.> : Well! Theyre home. The series is over,
lets go guys.
<SL4ever sees that neither of the other two are moving so sits back
down sheepishly.>
<Mrs. Mallory emerges from the front door of the house.>
TBH <mimicking Mrs. Mallory.> : Ill be home in an hour
Tim and Robert. I want you both naked and waiting in bed- Quinn! Youre
home! Woo Hoo! ... um ... Im so pleased youre home but now
is not a good time for you to come into the house. Ive met a ...
couple ... guys since you were gone...
Quinn: Mom.
MM <rushing to hug him> : Oh my god.
HTWD: So this is the infamous oh my god statement weve
heard so much about? Funny, it didnt send chills down MY spine.
Must be a dog thing.
TBH: You rawhide sniffer! The infamous use comes later!
MM: I knew you would come home again.
SL4: So nows a good time to tell him that youre not really
his mother, right?
TBH: No, nows not a good time because someone who actually has
a brain that works is still running Sliders at this point.
Remmy <narrating.> : And that was it. After 18 months of
wandering, we were finally home.
TBH <mimicking Remmy.> : Which sucked because I discovered that
passing-through doubles had wiped out my bank account in my absence.
In fact, I owed 53 million dollars for bounced checks.
<scene change to whirling Earths.> Quinn: What if you could
travel to parallel worlds?
HTWD: Id settle on the first world in which governments are still
ruled by monarchs to avoid this hideously tedious election process.
Quinn: The same year, the same Earth, only different dimension.
SL4: Are any of those dimensions where the critics who gave the loathsome
Reindeer Games a good review came from?
Quinn: A world where the Russians ruled America.
HTWD: Or, even more unlikely, a world where Wade is a commander of
the entire West Coast rebellion.
Quinn: Or where your dreams of being a superstar came true.
TBH <mimicking Elvis> : Thank you very much. Uh-huh. Make it
a double fried banana sandwich, please.
Quinn: Or where San Francisco was a maximum security prison.
SL4: Why would they mention their most awful early episode in their
opening credits? If I was Torme I would have burned every copy of that
ep and denied its existence.
Quinn: My friends and I found the gateway.
HTWD: Which, ironically, squeaks.
Quinn: Now the problem is finding a way home.
TBH: And additionally, of finding if any other world has discovered
the secret to keeping Bryant Gumbel off TV permanently.
To Be Continued...