I suppose since my dad used to work as a therapist in an insane asylum that I should now point out the criteria for being locked up in Bedlam?
You have to be:
A) A serious danger to yourself,
B) A serious danger to others around you, and/or
C) Completely incapable of interacting with the so-called “normal” world in any meaningful fashion.
This is why most evil mad scientists are either in the local laughter factory or DARPA Black Ops, while non-evil mad scientists like me are either in academia, research and development, working for videogame companies or ILM, or on permanent disability and receiving so little funds from the government that we can’t properly fund the robot armies we need to conquer the world…
Hey, I’m back. Real life has been interfering for the last few days.
(TUNE: “Celebration”, Kool & The Gang)
De-mo-li-tion
Of the mall!
De-mo-li-tion
Pleases all!
There’s an empty mall that once stood here …
But it’s demolished! So let’s all give a cheer!
Why should we call out … the authorities?
You’ve saved the city thousands in fees!
Won’t pay for De-mo-li-tion …
Let’s give a cheer now, shouting “Hip hip,
Hooray!” for De-mo-li-tion …
Let’s have a potluck! I’ll bring the dip!
They now demand
Serving-wenches,
To serve the mads
And their henches!
Rest assured, this rampage did
Succeed!
In-deed!
tune: “Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho,” African-American spiritual, @ 1800-1850
Only takes a head-butt from Moustachio
‘Stachio
‘Stachio
Only takes a head-butt from Moustachio
And the mall comes a-tumblin’ down
Now it’s time to call the city treasurer
Now it’s time for green-bean casserole
Saved us money for a potluck feast
Go and fetch the big punch bowl
Hallelujah!
Only takes a head-butt from Moustachio
‘Stachio
‘Stachio
Only takes a head-butt from Moustachio
And the mall comes a-tumblin’ down
Get the construction firm boss who was going to do the job, and the city official who took a kickback from the construction boss. They’ll press charges.
CHORUS:
Potluckin’!
Saved lots of fees
We’re not about to call the authorities
Green bean casserole and some mac’n’cheese
We’re potluckin’, potluckin’!
Call the city treasurer
Lay the breaking news on her
Local oils are a need
Assuredly we did succeed!
Prediction: after several schemes to prove herself a mad scientist, all of which end in accolades and urban renewal, “Dr. Nan Darling” is finally arrested and declared mad after kicking over her coffee cup.
If everybody was inspired
By Skin Horse today
Then everybody’d be filkin
Across the U. S. A.
You’d hear then singing their lyrics
To someone else’s tune
All posting posting new words soon
Filkin all the way
You’d catch some filkin by Edduard
And some by Sean K.
Manifesta’s writing
She will have her way
All over the pages
Of Skin Horse today
Oh, condemned mall. Damn, better luck next time sugar cube.
Also, First!
I thought it might be this.
Damn. this puts a crimp in their plans, another town, perhaps?
Eh, they could always set themselves up as the new benevolent overlords of the township. I’m pretty sure Uncle Sam would be just a might put out.
Not every mad scientist has to be evil to be put away, just sufficiently problematic for sufficiently higher authorities.
I suppose since my dad used to work as a therapist in an insane asylum that I should now point out the criteria for being locked up in Bedlam?
You have to be:
A) A serious danger to yourself,
B) A serious danger to others around you, and/or
C) Completely incapable of interacting with the so-called “normal” world in any meaningful fashion.
This is why most evil mad scientists are either in the local laughter factory or DARPA Black Ops, while non-evil mad scientists like me are either in academia, research and development, working for videogame companies or ILM, or on permanent disability and receiving so little funds from the government that we can’t properly fund the robot armies we need to conquer the world…
I knew it!
Screwed up in reverse!
😀
Sweetheart is going to end up Mayor, isn’t she?
Oh wow. Yes, please!
Can we dress her up as Isabelle then?
it would be hilarious when she reveals she’s a dog
You think things might get a bit ruff?
Thus the curse of the bot. Anything you do shall be meet with positive results. “Have you tried doing nothing?” “You just got promoted again.”
Hey, I’m back. Real life has been interfering for the last few days.
(TUNE: “Celebration”, Kool & The Gang)
De-mo-li-tion
Of the mall!
De-mo-li-tion
Pleases all!
There’s an empty mall that once stood here …
But it’s demolished! So let’s all give a cheer!
Why should we call out … the authorities?
You’ve saved the city thousands in fees!
Won’t pay for
De-mo-li-tion …
Let’s give a cheer now, shouting “Hip hip,
Hooray!” for
De-mo-li-tion …
Let’s have a potluck! I’ll bring the dip!
They now demand
Serving-wenches,
To serve the mads
And their henches!
Rest assured, this rampage did
Succeed!
In-deed!
tune: “Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho,” African-American spiritual, @ 1800-1850
Only takes a head-butt from Moustachio
‘Stachio
‘Stachio
Only takes a head-butt from Moustachio
And the mall comes a-tumblin’ down
Now it’s time to call the city treasurer
Now it’s time for green-bean casserole
Saved us money for a potluck feast
Go and fetch the big punch bowl
Hallelujah!
Only takes a head-butt from Moustachio
‘Stachio
‘Stachio
Only takes a head-butt from Moustachio
And the mall comes a-tumblin’ down
I believe the term is, “Failing upwards.”
Maybe it’s a property of the body. Bubbles had that going, too.
Get the construction firm boss who was going to do the job, and the city official who took a kickback from the construction boss. They’ll press charges.
(Tune: “Hot Blooded” by Foreigner)
CHORUS:
Potluckin’!
Saved lots of fees
We’re not about to call the authorities
Green bean casserole and some mac’n’cheese
We’re potluckin’, potluckin’!
Call the city treasurer
Lay the breaking news on her
Local oils are a need
Assuredly we did succeed!
So we’re…
(repeat chorus)
The most accurate answer: yes.
Prediction: after several schemes to prove herself a mad scientist, all of which end in accolades and urban renewal, “Dr. Nan Darling” is finally arrested and declared mad after kicking over her coffee cup.
Spilling Coffee or Guinness should both be criminal offenses.
Right up there with throwing away chocolate or cooking liver and onions.
If everybody was inspired
By Skin Horse today
Then everybody’d be filkin
Across the U. S. A.
You’d hear then singing their lyrics
To someone else’s tune
All posting posting new words soon
Filkin all the way
You’d catch some filkin by Edduard
And some by Sean K.
Manifesta’s writing
She will have her way
All over the pages
Of Skin Horse today
Everbody’s gone Filkin
Filkin U S. A.
That’s it, Dr. Steve. You’ve delivered the coup de grace.
Dr. Steve, I am honored and awed. You win the Internets today.
Yeah, what they said. Bravo!
Goodness, today was only the 4th filk or so I’ve posted, and I made it into someone else’s. Thanks, though I am not Ed or Kay’s equal.
Honestly, success is probably the scariest thing I’ve ever seen a mad scientist achieve in this series.
Wait, serving-wenches? Methinks you dropped an R there….
Seven serving-wenches served seven service-wrenches to seven servo-henches. Whence had the wenches wrenches? Whence had the henches wenches?
I think that I will have to bolt here! All these mechanical references are driving me nuts!
They tried to fail and succeeded.