How do you pronounce Surprisland? The baby stared big-headedly at Brad’s multiple-choice test. Why does the mean man’s name change in every episode? Had it been changing?
“I…” The baby looked direly at the nurse. “I’d almost forgotten how dumb this show was.”
Brad recognized the baby’s anxiety. “You’ll never find the white male,” he laughed. “You can’t do it.”
Just then everything tensed. The baby was about to tantrum, and looked at Brad—an awful, villainous look—and started crying, slowly at first then louder and everyone knew what was coming next because then the baby pulled out a gun.
Brad tried to get out of the way, but the baby cackled and pulled the trigger and suddenly two really handsome characters had died in back-to-back episodes and that big-headed baby was just shouting villainously at Brad’s dead body: “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
The nurse knew the baby needed a nap, but the baby pushed her out of the way and marched ahead. “Wait!” The nurse was crying too now. “Why do you need to talk to that white male so badly?”
The baby turned and spoke, more calmly than ever: “I’m not going to talk to white male.”
The nurse’s beautiful blue eyes widened as the music crescendoed.
“I’m going to kill him.”
***
Margret sat in her nest, watching her shows and reading celebrity gossip magazines. It was all pretty relaxing until half a giraffe and one lion showed up.
“Have you seen a vaguely heroic-looking TV star around here?” asked the most handsome one.
Margret got so excited and she vomited a little. “Oh my god, really—who?”
“His name is Joe,” said the handsome one again.
Margret looked so surprised. “You’re kidding! I love Surprise Joe. I still can’t believe it got canceled after twelve episodes.” She pointed to a poster hanging on her nest, or something.
“Yeah. Joe is here,” said the smarter one, reflectively. “He came from the future. And we need to find him… Before he finds the white male.”
Margret grew concerned. “If anything happens to the white male…” She turned pale.
Suddenly, Joe leapt out from behind Margret. He was doing jump-kicks and back-handsprings all over the place. The Giraffetasaur charged at him, but Joe knocked him down.
“I’m not from the future!” Joe shouted, before the others could attack. “I’m the real hero of this show. And I will stop Future Joe.”
Margret was pretty star-struck, and the dumb one was still confused. But everyone else was so surprised.
***
Meanwhile, the Mean Ultimatum hacked away brush as he led Brittany-from-the-past through the jungle.
“I’m going to kill that baby,” he said.
Brittany stayed quiet. She was moderately conflicted—it was her baby after all. But Brittany hadn’t felt the same way about life since she’d come back from the dead. And that baby was being naughty.
Just then, they heard a threatening a vaguely threatening, mysterious noise and stopped.
A shadowy figure emerged. “Come with me,” he said, almost mechanically. “I can help.”
The Mean Ultimatum stared down the stranger. “Who are you?”
“Call me...” the stranger paused as he turned around: “Scotronica 5000.”