Dad To the Rescue

Dad to the rescue

Long overdue art trade with Rise-Of-Majora.  He drew me a picture of Fry and Devil Robot spoofing the Mummy Returns.  I am doing a story where Fry saves his son Freddy from evil forces, namely Professor Wernstrom.  I'm also adding Leela in the mix too.  She's playing damsel in distress, out of character it may be.  Fry normally isn't really much of a fighter or hero, but when his wife and son are in danger, he becomes a force to reckon with…at least in his own mind.    
Fry, Leela, and Wernstrom belong to Matt Groening.
Freddy Belongs to Rise-Of-Majora.

"Let me go you old fart," said Freddy, yanking uselessly at his bonds, "my mom is gonna kick your wrinkled butt."

"My young hostage," said Wernstrom with a sneer, "your mother will do no such thing.  She's fallen victim to my newest invention: The un-thinking cap.  As long as that device is on her purple haired head, she is nothing more than a vegetable."    Freddy looked with disdain at his mother.  Her pupil was staring off into nothingness, her mouth ajar with a single strand of drool running from it, and from time to time she muttered something that made no sense to anyone but her.

"Well," said Freddy, "Dad then."  Wernstrom did not even attempt to hold back the laughter that resulted from that statement.  

"My dear boy, your father couldn't find his way out of a paper bag."  Suddenly, a huge bang startled all in the room, save for Leela, her vegetable state unaltered.  The massive metal door that once stopped entry into Wernstrom's lab now lay in pieces.  The breaker was a lone figure, with a white t-shirt, Blue jeans, black shoes with white laces, a red jacket, and orange hair that his son inherited: Fry.  

“Let them go!” demanded Fry.  Wernstrom merely grinned and hit a button.  A huge cage fell and blocked Fry.  

“Face it, moron,” said Wernstrom, “You cannot win this.”  

“Dad,” yelled Freddy, “Mom’s wearing an unthinking cap.  If you can get it off of her, we’re saved.”  Wernstrom laughed again.

“How can you do that from that cage?”  He asked Fry.  Fry pulled out of one his laser guns, and pointed it at Leela’s head.  He knew he had only one shot.  If he was off, it was over.  Fry uttered a prayer and let loose.

However, God was on his side today, and the laser struck a point on the hat just right.  The hat fell off Leela’s head, and nearly instantly she was back to normal brain function.  She surveyed the scene, and saw that Wernstrom was trying to call security.  However, Leela was one step ahead of him.  She ran at him and tackled him to the floor.  After planting a few punches to his wrinkled face, she slipped the unthinking cap on Wernstrom’s head, causing him to fall into a vegetable state.  And thus, Leela is our hero, rather than Fry.  Good job anyway, Fry.

Hope you like it Majora.