It was somewhere between a dream and a
nightmare. Sure, she’d forgotten her clothes and was walking around
campus naked, but on the other hand, she kinda liked the squirmy
feeling inside as people pointed and laughed at her. So that part was
hot, although she’d never admit it. On the other hand, the bell
just kept ringing, and she couldn’t find her classroom, she didn’t
even know what class she was supposed to have, the books in her arms
were glued shut and had gibberish on the covers, a

"Good news, everyone!"
Leela groaned. "What fresh hell
are we going through today, Professor?"
Farnsworth smiled, his usual demented
glee not putting a dent in Leela's cynicism. "Oh, it's very
simple, Leela. Very simple indeed. All you have to do is deliver this
box to Ceti Alpha 3."
Leela stared at the box suspiciously,
as though she could will herself to develop x-ray vision. "What's
in the box? Explosives? Drugs?"
"Leela! I'm surprised you would
ev

Fry glared Leela. "Why do I have
to make the delivery?"
"Because you're the
delivery boy," she replied with a sigh, rolling her eye
in annoyance.
"But the Omicronians hate me!
Every time I go to Omicron Persei 8, someone threatens to eat
me!"
Bender chuckled. "Better you than
me, meatbag."
"That's why you'll be taking
Bender along, to make sure you come back safely."
"What!? Awww!" Bender whined.
"But I...I have goofing off to do!

Inspector Carmelita Fox panted as she
watched the ever elusive Sly Cooper vanish out a window yet again.
Her internal conflict was at an all time high: catch the criminal
she'd spent her career chasing, and lose the love interest (and best
sex) of her life; or give up on her dream of putting away the
infamous Sly Cooper, endure the humiliation of co-workers and
colleagues as she settled into being yet another person the Cooper
Clan had evaded, but get to enjoy her relationship with the sexy
'coo

"Feministas Unite!" Leela
shouted, pounding her breasts and thrusting her arms out in the
feminista salute. The recording ended and Snowflower walked off to
put it on the hypercomm for broadcast. Amy grinned at her friend as
they went to the cafeteria for lunch.
"God, it's so nice to get away
from the boys for a while," she said. Leela rolled her eye. Amy
might have moments of wanting to assert her feminine power, but at
the end of the day, she was a study in contrasts: a ri

The delivery had been as much of a
crapshoot as always. Fry had blundered into a local cult, been
brainwashed, and tried to kill them all. And of course Bender,
bastard that he was, had gone along with it for the looting and
stabbing opportunities. Between Amy and herself, they'd managed to
get the whole thing cleared up, but what should have been a simple
stop and drop had turned into the sort of morass that it seemed that
half their deliveries ended up in. And right now, all Leela wanted
was s

Mama
Toad
By:
Weh/Smitty
Note:
Mama Toad copyright Don Bluth. Timothy based on Timmy from NIMH
(kinda sorta) which is also copyright Don Bluth
Timothy
the mouse was clothed for the winter, wearing a long red scarf, blue
jacket and a pair of woolen grey pants as well as a pair of black
slip-on shoes. In spite of this it was still hard, cold work bringing
food back to his (literal) little hole in the ground.
“Why
hello there, darling!” Came a crisp, sweet voice. Timothy froze for
a split-sec