MIGHTYMARIO PRESENTS: A PINKY AND THE BRAIN STORY
Goodnight Brain
It was yet another hard day's work… that ended in failure. Returning to ACME Labs, two white mice: one tall and dopey named Pinky and one stout and intellectually superior than his partner named Brain were discussing their next plan for overthrowing the Earth.
"Zort!" cried Pinky. "We should create a fast food restaurant and market our products toward young children, that way we can keep feeding and feeding and feeding them, until we're the richest people in the world! NARF!" Brain muttered something under his breath and rolled his eyes. "It's called McDonalds, Pinky… You just passed by it."
"Oh, hee hee. Sorry, Brain. All this world domination stuff really makes me sleepy."
"You, sleep? I can hardly believe my ears." Brain retorted. Entering the labs through the giant double doors, the two climbed up to their cage. A yawn erupted from both and off to bed they went; Pinky curled up in the middle while Brain inside a carefully crafted bed in the corner.
11:00 PM
"No, Grandma… I don't want to watch Knitting with Jerry Lee Lewis… that's too much bacon grease, Grandma… I SAID THAT'S TOO MUCH BACON GREASE, GRANDMAAAAAA!"
Pinky awoke with a horrible fright. Grandma made too many strips of bacon and made him watch her programs on the recliner. For the third time this week. "Poit… what a terrible nightmare! I better go wake Brain and tell him what happened!" Laying comfortably in bed and clutching a keychain of Earth, Brain failed to notice his sidekick approach him from behind.
"Psst, Brain! Brain! Braaain! I had that night terror again!" He fearfully spoke to the asleep mouse. Brain grumbled and realigned his hold on the small world. Poking his large ear and yelling, Pinky tried getting him to wake up. "BRAIN! BRAIN! TELL GRANDMA TO STOP MAKING SO MUCH DARN BACON!!!!"
"Who- Wha- Huh- PINKY! It's almost midnight, what could YOU possibly want at this hour?!" a tired Brain responded, still holding the keychain. "Grandma overloaded the oven with too much bacon and now the house is flooded with bacon grease! Can I sleep with you so I'm not swept away in all the grease, please?" Pinky pulled the puppy dog eyes on him and clasped his hands together. Lifting up the cover and motioning to Pinky to get in, he sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. "Thanks, Brain! That'll show Grandma! NARF!"
Brain returned to the bed, now joined by Pinky. Finally, he could get back to-
"Hey, Brain. Which do you like better: hot fudge sundaes or banana splits?" Pinky questioned. Of course. He knew this would be a bad idea from the start. "Neither, go back to sleep." Eyes closed.
"Okay, one hundred duck sized horses or one horse sized duck?" Eyes went back open. "Guess you won't stop until I answer, duck sized horses…" Eyes closed again.
"Brain, if we had human names, what would they be? My name would have to be something short and sweet, not too long, but it has to be one that people would know and recognize. OOH! I know it! My name is Rob! What do you think?"
Silence, only the sound of shifting bed covers.
"You'd probably want something intelletectual or smart, how does Maurice sound? I like that! Rob and Maurice! Ha, ha, ha! We sound like a couple of actors!" Eyes opened once more and didn't seem to go back down.
7:00 AM
The alarm clock beeped and a mouse hand sluggishly turned it off. Rising up from the covers slowly, Brain's eyes were bloodshot and had hideous bags underneath them. Soon after, Pinky jolted up, happy as can be. "Goood morning, Brain! Sleep well, I presume? NARF!" he jovially asked.
"Good… morning, Rob…" Flumping back down in the sheets, Brain was more tired than he was last night, all thanks to his friend asking him inane questions.
"Oh, you like the names, I'll start the coffee, Maurice!" Pinky sprinted from the bed and over to the coffee machine outside the cage, leaving Brain alone.
"M-Maurice…?!"