spoofmaster

So this thing is basically like an electronic version of madlibs.

To Intelligently Run

Doctor Horrible and Penny were celebrating a postmodern Valentine's Day together. Doctor Horrible had cooked a white dinner and they ate in a secret lab by candlelight.

"My darling," Penny said, stroking Doctor Horrible's finger, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Doctor Horrible. "It is but an expensive token of my glandular love."

Doctor Horrible opened the box. Inside was a big duckling! He gazed at it achingly. Then he gazed at Penny achingly. "It's deadly," Doctor Horrible said. "Come here and let me run you."

Just then, a beefy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the wind in the willows. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a glistening voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Penny read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other happily as the crone cackled some more. Doctor Horrible's foot began to tremble. Then Penny shrugged, pulled out a death ray, and hit the crone on her nose. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Doctor Horrible said and kissed Penny naughtily. "This is a hirsute Valentine's Day!"

They slowly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they bounced each other all night long.

And (hopefully) later today: Doctor Horrible fansketches. I drew them last week, and keep forgetting to scan them.

1000 Bandaid Canarys

Doctor Horrible paced intelligently back and forth. Hirsute dread filled his heart. Penny should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like her to be late. Oh, my big love, Doctor Horrible thought. Where could you be?

Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Penny had been taken hostage by Postmodern Nose, a supervillain who had the city in a state of expensive terror. Doctor Horrible fainted dead away, like the wind in the willows.

When he came to, there was a bump on his finger and the hirsute dread had returned. "Penny, my beefy honey bunny," he cried out slowly. "What is Postmodern Nose doing to you?" Probably torturing her, laughing naughtily as he bounced her in the foot.

In the midst of all the terror and tears, Doctor Horrible remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 bandaid canarys, then whatever you wish for will come true.

Doctor Horrible ordered in a supply of bandaid and set to work, folding canarys until his finger was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last canary when Penny walked in the front door.

"Penny!" Doctor Horrible screamed and threw himself into Penny's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 bandaid canarys and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing in a secret lab. He kissed Penny achingly on the foot.

"Actually," Penny said, pulling away happily, "I was rescued by the Glistening Death Ray. He's a new superhero in town." Penny sighed. "And he's really deadly."

The hirsute dread came back. "But you're white to be back here with me, right?"

Penny checked her watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Glistening Death Ray for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay glandular, baby." She left and the door banged behind her.

Doctor Horrible choked back a sob and started folding another canary. Then he went out and got drunk instead.

Apparently Postmodern Nose is too badass for the Evil League of Evil.