Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Dexters Laboratory The Pepsi Challenge Chapter 2
“Dexter’s Laboratory” is copyright (C)1996 by Hanna-Barbera
Productions and Cartoon Network. Pepsi is a registered trademark
of PepsiCo, Inc. and the Pepsi-Cola Company.
I don’t own “Dexter’s Laboratory”, I didn’t make
the characters, and I’m not trying to make money on this, so please
don’t sue me.
Dexter’s Laboratory: The Pepsi Challenge
by Joe Fenton
Chapter 2: Let’s Do Something
Inside the top secret laboratory
of Dexter – Boy Genius… not just an ordinary day like any other.
Dee Dee, Mee Mee, and Lee Lee occupy themselves with pushing anything
button-shaped, pulling anything lever-shaped, and twisting anything
knob-shaped. Mandark watches them nervously for a moment as warning
lights flash and sirens begin to blare.
“Shouldn’t you be doing
something about that?” Mandark appears on the verge of bolting
from the facility; contrary-wise, Dexter appears content to ignore
them as he sits typing at one of the numerous terminals scattered
around the lab.
A computer generated message
comes across the P.A. system, “Current laboratory disruption
at 20 percent.”
“It is nothing. This lab
is designed with Dee Dee in mind…”
“Current laboratory disruption
at 45 percent.” Smoke is slowing filling the air and Mandark
coughs as he starts sweating.
Dexter still seems oblivious.
“We have nothing to fear, even if there were a dozen
Dee Dee’s…”
“Current laboratory disruption
at 64 percent; approaching danger levels.”
Lights are now flickering, screens
filling with static; the sirens take on a note of urgency, even
if Dexter still does not. “When you have lived with Dee Dee
as long as I have, you learn to take precautions…”
“Current laboratory disruption
at 87 percent; implementation of emergency protocol alpha dictated.”
Maintenance ‘bots are now scrambling around the lab frantically
while Mandark slowly turns green.
Dexter swivels around in his
chair, waving his fist threateningly. “Hey! You crazy girls!
Stop that immediately! We have no time for these shenanigans;
we are trying to save the world!
All three girls reluctantly drop
the pieces of broken machinery they’re holding and tromp up behind
Dexter. Dee Dee props herself on top of his head. “Okay,
genius boy. Let’s hear your brilliant plan.” She looks
completely bored.
Dexter finishes his typing and
the monitor displays several images. “We have very little
time, so I had the robots working under computer control, building
what we’d need.” He points to each image in turn, “I
already have my Dex-Bot and the Dee-Dee-Bot I constructed some
time ago.” The images of Dexter’s main mecha and the Dee
Dee shaped mecha highlight and then rotate on the screen. He frowns
and thinks to himself, ‘Note to self: remember to destroy Dee-Dee-Bot
after successful completion of today’s mission.’
Next pop up images of two more
mecha shaped like Lee Lee and Mee Mee. “The robots have just
finished work on the Lee-Lee-Bot and Mee-Mee-Bot…”
Both girls have the same reaction
upon seeing the mecha that Dee Dee did when Dexter first made
her giant robot.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Mandark, being closer to the
two and not shielded as Dexter was by the leaning form of his
sister, takes the full brunt of their scream. It was less painful
than being jabbed by two cattle-prods… marginally.
The final image comes up as Dexter
continues. “Finally, I have Mandark’s robot, extrapolated
from the half he built here when we saved the earth from the giant
meteors.”
Mandark recovers enough to go
livid. “I always knew you were stealing my designs!
I guess we’ve seen who the real genius is around here.”
He turns slightly, thinking to himself, ‘Note to self: remember
to destroy Dexter’s lab after successful completion of today’s
mission.’ He turns back to Dexter, “I don’t seem to remember
it happening exactly that way…”
Dexter continues smoothly, “The
five of us will transport straight into the heart of the alien
vessel; this will take nearly all the power available, so once
the ship is disabled, we shall have to fly back using the hyper-jets.”
The feet of all displayed mecha flash briefly.
Mandark frowns as he considers
the plan. “Do you think it’s wise to bring – them
– along? If just the two of us go, we’ll be able to transport
out and back; my calculations show this to be an imminently more
superior plan to your own.”
“The two of us would not
have enough power to destroy the aliens; the girls must accompany
us on this mission if it is to be successful.” By this time,
Dee Dee has fallen asleep leaning on Dexter’s head. “Hey!
Wake up!” He whips his wrench up to bonk Dee Dee on the head
just as she jerks awake; the wrench misses her completely and
Dexter knocks himself senseless.
“Huh? What?” Dee Dee
looks around confused. She notices Dexter on the floor unconscious
and gives him a light kick; “You can sleep later, Dorkster.
We’ve got a world to save!”
Lee Lee and Mee Mee move up on
either side. “You mean…?”
Dee Dee grins and nods. “Suit
up!”
All three run for the lifts that
will carry them to the cockpits of the giant robots, all the while
struggling into the spiffy neoprene suits that mecha pilots favor.
Mandark shrugs and walks towards his own robot. This was going
to be a long mission.
Eventually, all five mecha were
standing on a metallic grid in one section of the lab; the scanning
mechanism in the ceiling above them started to cycle to higher
brilliance. The computer’s voice came over the communication channel,
“please enter coordinates for transfer sequence…”
Dexter stared at his console a moment, then turned a bright shade
of red.
Mandark was sitting in his cockpit,
looking like someone just ran over his dog, when Dexter’s voice
came over the speaker.
“Mandark… did your laser
, um, happen to have an inertial laser-gyro alignment tracker?”
“Of course! What good is
a 300 megawatt gas-dynamic laser without the ability to tell where
it’s aimed?” He sounded totally disgusted.
“Yeah. Um. Would you happen
to know, um, just where it was aimed when you shot the
aliens?”
“But of course! I am after
all the world’s greatest genius scientist.” A smile slowly
crossed his face as he stopped to consider the importance of Dexter’s
questions. “Oh, ho! I get it! You don’t have any idea where
we’re going!”
“That is not important right
now! Just give me the coordinates; the transporter’s almost in
it’s final sequence.”
Mandark’s smile just grew. “Not
until you say, ‘All hail Mandark! The greatest genius in the world!’.”
Dexter sputtered. “What!
We don’t have time for this!”
Mandark was practically singing,
“Not until you say it!”
Dead silence filled the channel
for almost a minute when finally some vague mumbling came across.
Mandark just pushed the save
button on his console. “Don’t worry old pal, I’ll
just have that enhanced and amplified later.” He keyed the
coordinates into his system and sent them to the computer.
“Coordinates locked, final
sequence engaged.” One final burst of light and all five
robots disappeared from the lab.
Far out in space, a cruiser for
an advanced race of warriors still held position directly over
Huber Elementary. Deep inside, a flash of light heralded the appearance
of five giant robots.
Dexter keyed the other four robots
on the communications link. “You girls stay here and watch
for the aliens. Mandark and I will find and disable the main control
room.” He moved off down one of the corridors, Mandark’s
mecha trailing him slightly.
After fighting sentries and automatic
laser-turrets through several corridors and intersections, Mandark
finally stopped. “Just where do you think you are going?
My instrumentation clearly indicates that the main control
room is back the other direction!”
Dexter paused. “What, are
you crazy? Did you not hear me tell the girls to stay put and
watch for the aliens?”
Mandark thought about it a moment…
Elsewhere, aliens run in blind
panic as three giant robots are running berserk through the main
engineering decks. They seem to be doing gymnastic routines with
generators for pommel horses and plasma conduits for parallel
bars. They switch to ballet routines, the jumps and catches taking
them through several walls of equipment, the higher jumps punching
through several floors. More than two thirds the main systems
are already switched to their third redundant backup as the destruction
continues unabated.
Mandark stopped thinking about
it. “My instrumentation clearly indicates an air-lock
about three hundred more yards the direction we are currently
headed.”
Dexter and Mandark eventually
find themselves opposite an airlock in the hull of the vessel.
Dexter checks several monitors showing the status of the girl’s
rampage. “The girls are very nearly finished destroying the
alien vessel.”
‘Just like my poor lab.’ Mandark
thinks, remembering Dee Dee’s first visit.
“We must break the access
code to the airlock and send the homing signal to the girl’s robots
so that we may escape. This will go faster if we link systems
and run the code breaker in parallel.”
“Very well, Dexter. How
do link the systems?”
The Dex-Bot extends a finger
towards Mandark’s robot. “Just pull my finger.”
Mandark stares a second. “You
have got to be kidding.” He shrugs and grabs the extended
digit and pulls. Immediately, data flood the monitors on one side
of the cockpit as the systems work on the access code to the airlock.
Meanwhile, Dexter checks on the
girl’s progress. ‘Perfect; now to bring them here.’ He makes contact
with their robots. “That is quite enough; Mandark and I have
located an airlock so we may exit this doomed vessel.”
Dee Dee’s image pops up in Dexter’s
HUD (heads-up-display). “Now why would we want to go to your
stinky old airlock? We’re having fun.”
Dexter fumes a second. “Now
listen, you! We have to go and I order you to come to this
airlock immediately!”
The image in the HUD disappears,
but none of the three robots appear to be headed their direction.
Dexter sits in his cockpit fuming, then a small smile spreads
across his face.
“Did I say airlock? I meant
to say, um, kitchen! Yeah! And my – they sure have
a lot of candy here!”
Three images pop up in Dexter’s
HUD. “Candy???!!!” Just as quick, the images are gone.
The computer on Dexter’s mecha now flashes a message.
“Warning! Hyper-jets activated
in enclosed environment. Structural integrity of vessel compromised.”
Dexter stares at the monitor
showing the utter devastation left behind the girls as they jet
through corridors using hyper-jets meant for rapid travel outside.
“Um, Mandark? We do not
have much time. We must get that access code, and fast!”
Mandark’s mecha releases the
Dex-Bot’s finger. “This is ridiculous! We’ll never get out
of here using your feeble code cracking computations. As usual,
it’s up to Mandark, World’s Greatest Genius, to save the
day!” At that, a 300 gigawatt gas-dynamic laser cannon deploys
from the mecha’s shoulder.
“No, Mandark! The structural
integrity of the vessel has been too severely compromised! You’ll
destroy us all!”
The two giant robots now begin
struggling with the cannon.
The three girls show up in their
mecha. Dee Dee looks at Dexter and Mandark struggling over the
laser cannon. “Hmm. This seems vaguely familiar.”
“Let go of my cannon!”
“You fool! You’ll screw
things up again!”
All of a sudden, the cannon discharges,
burning through the hull and out into space.
Mandark smirks at Dexter, “See?
Once more I have proved my superior science skills!”
Meanwhile, farther out in space,
a platform for a more advanced race of warriors holds position,
quite coincidentally, directly along a line between the space
cruiser and Huber Elementary. The alien warlord is holding a valuable
artifact which just happens to look like a really bad tea pot.
“Finally! The Post-Hyrfluvian
Container is mine! With this, I can control all sentient beings
and rule the known universe!”
Still quite coincidentally, Mandark’s
laser beam strikes the artificial environment inertial compensator.
The whole platform lurches and he drops the pot, which shatters
most spectacularly.
Words are insufficient to describe
the look on the warlord’s face. “The Post-Hyrfluvian Container!!!”
As he considers the pieces scattered across the floor, his body
begins to shake and energy begins to shimmer into view around
him. He storms into the main control room for the platform and
swats a technician away from one of the consoles. After poking
the keys for a moment, an evil smile begins to form. He punches
a few more buttons.
Meanwhile, Dexter, Mandark, Dee
Dee, Lee Lee, and Mee Mee have exited the vessel and are currently
jetting back towards earth. Dexter and Mandark are still arguing
heatedly on the com link when a telepathic message shocks everyone
into a stunned silence.
“Attention miserable genetic
refuse – your pathetic attempt to destroy us has only earned you
the agonized death you so rightly deserve! You will all suffer
greatly, then die! The vessel responsible for the attack
is now being disposed of, but our righteous anger will only be
exhausted when all the scum in this galaxy has been cleansed from
existence!”
At that, the cruiser behind our
heroes suddenly became a rapidly expanding cloud of incandescent
gas.
Dexter considers the telepathic
message and the destroyed ship. “Well, that could have been
better. We’d best get back to the lab and see what we can do to
avert the upcoming apocalypse.”
Dee Dee’s voice comes over his
com link, “It’s too late, Dexter.”
“Huh?”
“My soda’s no longer cold.”
The sadness in her voice was plain to all.
It’s probably best that Dexter’s
reply went unheard.
That’s it for chapter 2; maybe next time they’ll get it right…
maybe.