In a dark theater, we see two young ladies seated alone on the balcony.

There is no one else here to see the movie which is about to begin.  On the
left side of the center aisle, a fiery redhead is busily cramming popcorn
into her mouth with both hands, while on the right, a willowy brunette sips
sedately at a paper cup of soda.

Afura Mann: (looking up at the viewer) Hello, everyone.  Welcome to

another edition of Roshtaria At the 		Movies.  I am your distinguished host
Afura Mann, Wind Priestess and critic for the Florestica 		Sun-Times.  My
cohost this evening is Shayla-Shayla, Fire Priestess and all-around sloppy
eater.

		This evening, we will be reviewing Bubblegum Conspiracy 2/, a

heartwarming tale of Boy meets 		Girl, Girl loses Boy to ultra-top-secret
nonexistant government organization.  With no further 		ado, let's begin
the film:

***************

          The bike roared across the streets of Megatokyo as Priss made

it go faster. She let the cycle go faster as she started to remember her
old boyfriend, Jesse. Riding this fast always reminded her about him.
She'll always remember him. The way he smiled , the way he laughed  and all
the little details about him.      

Shayla-Shayla:   Fast, with little details.  Doesn't sound like much of a

boyfriend to me!

Afura Mann:  And this years award for the overuse of the word "fast" goes

to...

           She was jolted out of her memories when a black car overtook

her, 

the horn waking her out of her reverie. She gritted her teeth. No way she

was 

going to let a car get the better of her bike. The bike's engines roared

louder 

as she went after the car with the bike's full speed. She slowly gained

onto it.

When she reached the driver's window she turned to give the driver the

finger 

before she overtook it. What she saw made her eye's go the size of table 
saucers.

Afura Mann:  I'm still trying to figure out how she reached the driver's

window BEFORE she overtook it.

Shayla-Shayla:  I'm still trying to figure out how many engines her bike has!

It was Jesse, who seemed to be as surprised as her , looking back at her 
through the driver's side of the car.

Priss was so distracted that she almost hit the approaching lamp post. She 
swerved immediately to the left, while the car just as quickly moved into a 
sideroad, to the right.

Shayla-Shayla:  Approaching lamp posts- the number one cause of accidents

on the road today.

Afura Mann:   Yes, someone needs to nail those pesky things down.

<That couldn't have been Jesse. That couldn't have been him.> Priss thought 
as she regained her mental processes after the shock. She looked again to 
her right, seeing the bright neon lights of Megatokyo.

< That couldn't have been him. Besides Jesse hated three piece suits. He 
wouldn't be wearing one now. Especially black ones.> 

Shayla-Shayla:   They must've buried him in his Birthday suit, then.

***************************

' Damn ! '  The driver of the black car swore as he made a quick left

into a 

dark alley, wher he parked the car.

' What ?!?'  Asked another man , that was wearing the same black

three-piece 

suit that the driver wore.

' That was Priss !'

' Who ?'

' My ex-girlfriend.'

' What's wrong about that ?'

' I'm supposed to be dead remember. Burnt beyond recognition.' 

' Oh. Think we should ask some of the other's visit her and do the

you-know-what ? ' 

The man asked the driver while snapping his fingers before his eyes. The

driver was 

calming down.

'Nah. The contact was too fats to be negligible. If she starts to snoop

around, then 

we ask them to do it. '

Shayla-Shayla:  Oooh, now it's comments about her weight!
Afura Mann:   Why is it always "them" that get the dirty work?  Too

gutless to do it himself? 

' OK. Now, let's move. I don't want to be late again for this job.' The

man said while 

he started to clean a gun.

The car moved silently out of the alley blending nicely into Megatokyo's

streets.

Afura Mann:   MIBs that are consistantly late for the job?  Oh, I feel

MUCH safer.

*********************

              The plane arriving from Washigton that night had quite a

few special 

passengers. But the most noticeable among them was a man and a woman. The 
man was easily fifty years old or so, while the woman seemed to be in her

early 

twenties. 

' Uhhh. Sir, is our little trip authorized ?' the woman asked nervously

as they started 

to get off the plane.

' Don't worry, Ally. Your aunt Dana will let this one slip through, like

she always does.'

' But , sir, Japan's a little hard to explain even for a trip.' 

' Ther's been some strange reports of something happening in Megatokyo.

Anyway , 

I'm well beyond my prime so I can go about taking enough risks as I am.'

Shayla-Shayla:  The strange report would be if NOTHING happened in Megatokyo.

' But do you have to take me along ?'

' Just like your aunt a long time ago, aren't you Ally ?'

Ally was stopped from answering when the woman behind the desk asked them 
their names.

' Special Agent Alexandria Scully.'

' Special Agent Fox Mulder.' Said the old man as he signed the papers for

both of them.

***********************    

             The Chief of the A.D. Police stood up to greet the man who

was to be 

his savior. He was dressed in a leather jacket and seemed to be in the

best of 

health. His brown hair was cut in businessman's type of haircut,

something that 

didn't fit with the rest of his clothes which looked like they were from

a biker's 

convention minus the chains. 

Shayla-Shayla:  Which reminds me, which hotel is hosting the biker's

convention this year?

Afura Mann:  The Mariott, I think.  The opening dinner will be a black tie

and grungy leather affair.

' Good Morning , Mr Baker.'

' Good Morning, Chief.' 

They shook hands and the Chief motioned for him to sit down.

' Let me say  it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Baker.' He smiled as he took

a sip 

>from his coffee.

' Thanks, Chief . I appreciate it. But let's get down to business. I need

a cover 

for my presence here in the AD Police. I hope you've gotten me one.'

' Yes, you're now officially, Inspector Mark Baker.' The Chief said as he

handed 

Baker his badge and ID.

' Next I need a partner who's very good at computer's.'

' I don't know about that one , Baker. But I'll try to get you one of the

best.' 

' Don't worry about it. I have a file on the person I need.' Baker said

with a smile as 

he pulled a folder out of his jacket and gave it to the Chief.

Shayla-Shayla:  I feel cheated.  None of my leather jackets have pockets

big enough for a file folder!

**********************

Data Encoder Nene Romanova was in a very bad mood. First ,  she finally

met a 

computer security system she couldn't hack through on the first try and

she hadn't 

couldn't give it a second try since Sylia already sold it. Second, she

was set for 

overtime tonight and she didn't like staying up in the AD Police HQ when

she could 

just be out on a night on town. 

' Hey , Nene, congratulations ! ' Myoko said as she approached the

grumbling Nene.

' Why ? ' asked Nene , wondering what could she have gotten this time.

' You've just been promoted to Inspector. '

' What ?!?!?!?' were the words that the now Inspector Nene Romanova said

before 

she fainted.   

*******************

Shayla-Shayla:  Nice.  She gets promoted just by being asked for by Mister

Leather there?

Afura Mann:  Didn't you know, Shayla dear?  It isn't how well you work,

it's whose ass you kiss!

Shayla-Shayla:  The MIB Megatokyo X-File.  Next thing you know, we're

going to find out Sylia's not only a 		boomer, she's an illegal Alien!

Shayla-Shayla:  Will Priss be reunited with her lost love?  Will Agent

Mulder finally be let in on what the 		MIB have known all along?  Will Nene
shove her keyboard up the Chief's...

Afura Mann:  All this and more when next we meet Afura Mann...
Shayla-Shayla:  And Shayla-Shayla...
Both:  At the Movies!


 

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