In the not-too-distant future --
Somewhere in Cyberspace. --
Guardian Bob and his new found pals
Are caught in an endless chase

Pursued by a woman who's name is Pearl
An evil gal who wants to rule the world
Teamed up with the virus Megabyte
Together they chase them - all throughout the day and night.

(We'll get yoooouuuuuu!)

"We'll send them cheesy stories
The worst we can find (La La La)
Written by the fans of ReBoot
Who have way too much free time (La La La)"

Now keep in mind the guys can't control
Where the stories begin or flow (La La La)
They'll try to keep their sanity
Despite the lame stories and some cheap cameo's

Robot Role Call!

Cambot (How z'it look?)
Gypsy (Makeup here!)
Tom Servo (More gum please.)
Crooooow! (It hurts!)

If you're wondering how this happened
'Cause this plot's all out of whack (La La La)
Just repeat to yourself, "It's just a crossover
I should really just relax!"

For...
Mystery ReBoot Theater 4000!

Written by Silver Tiger

Mike: No Bob you're NOT going to sing in this. Please.

Bob: But WHY?

Crow: Because quite frankly, you're tone deaf.

Bob: Oh ok-hey!

(MAD's light begins to flash)

Mike: Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Floyd are calling...

(Hits the button.)

Mike: Hello sirs...I know you probably have some horrible experiment lined up for us today and all but could you give us a few minutes? We're sort of in the middle of band practice.

(Pearl van)

Bobo: Since when are you guys in a band?

(SOL)

Mike: Oh we're just doing this as a hobby today and we think we've got a nice little tune hammered out. Say, would you mind being out test audience for it? I think we've got the hang of it.

(Pearl Van)

Pearl: Well considering the only music we have available in this thing are Frank's old "Best of Buddy Holland" tapes I think we'll let you go this once.

Megabyte: What are you playing by the way?

(SOL)

Mike: Well it's a song we call "One More Bot".

Tom: We're calling our CD and this music _Collective SOL_.

Crow: And our band name is _Eternal Purgatory_ because we felt it best described our emotional states from years of living here.

Tom: At least it's better than Bob and the Bobett's...

Bob: *I* liked it...

Mike: One...two...one two three four...

(They launch into their song which sounds familiar to Big Shiny Tunes 1 and I Mother Earth CD owners. It's to the tune of "One More Astronaut" by _I Mother Earth_. Mike is singing, Bob and Crow are on guitar, and Tom's on drums. Cambot zooms around filming them at dramatic angles.)

Mike (Singing): Some more guys and bots in,
A vast little theater place.
Just some more traveling guys with,
Movie-tired eyes, feeling cold.
Feeeelin cold...

(Tom: We should really turn down the air conditioning.)

Mike (Singing): Thinking around the clock of,
Going home & gettin' a real job.
Watching GOOD movies,
Not the crappy ones when they're sold.
When they're sold...

Mike (Singing): "Give us space and a bit more room here,
We're going nuts and there's no atmosphere, I
Close my eyes and I, wanna cry...
Yeah
Will being broken by bad movies, oh,
Why do the MADs hate me...
Blowing my mind,
One damn, movie at a time,
Back home.
Back home.
Back home.
(Crow: Well technically since I've always lived here this IS my home -)
Ba-a-ack, hooooooome....

Mike (Singing): It gets so lonely here ya' know,
Only Servo, Gypsy, Mike Bob and Crow.
Playing out all our little skits,
All of us really wishing we could go.
We could...go.

Mike (Singing): Pleading and screaming "We've got movie sign"
When the light flashes to and fro.
It can get amusing,
But usually we feel so so.
Feel so-so, oh
Feel so-o-o-o so...

Mike (Singing): One big chase, I think I'm dying here.
We've all been trapped for three or more years,
It's kind of sad and,
It's all, 'cause of the MADs.
But still, we've managed to hang on,
By doing things like singing this song.
Loosing our minds in these,
Occasionally painful times,
At home.
At home.
At home.
A-a-a-t, home...

(They go into the guitar and drum solo part.)

(Tom joins in with Mike, singing the background accompaniment)

Mike and Bots (Singing): Some more guys and bots in,
Their own painful universe,
No more second chances and
Hating that they're here at all.

Mike and Bots (Singing): In outer space, alive and not painless,
Pretty soon we'll be all faceless
We all try, not to
Break down and cry, yeah.

Mike and Bots (Singing): In outer space, stuck here and blameless,
Good thing we're still not basket cases,
Blowing our minds in these,
Strange unearthly times,
In our home-

(Mike breaks into solo)

Mike (Singing): Man I just wanna know,
What we've done to deserve this so.
It's getting over our painthresholds, pretty soon.
Oh just bite me man, this cosmic pain and energy,
Kinda makes me wonder if,
We'll ever make it back home.
Back hooooome...

(They finish. Mike wipes his brow and looks at the camera.)

Mike: What do you think sirs?

(Pearl Van)

Megabyte: Not bad. Rather flattering lyrics in some parts. But don't think that it's going to give you a longer grace period.

Pearl: Your fic today is one "Ms. Decimal" and may I just say, this one's a dozy. Ariva Derchi...

(SOL)

Mike: Well let's try to get some more practice in while we can then.

(They nod and start to play. Mike hooks up a voice changer to his mike.)

Mike: Sweet dreams are made of these-
Lots of caffeine and cable TV...
The movies we get are mysteries,
But who am I to disagree?

(Light flashes)

Mike: And WE'VE GOT MOVIE SIIIIIGN!!!!!!!!!

All: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!

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