Author's notes:
1) And you thought my stories didn't make sense before! Being on an airplane does strange things to me... For one thing, ideas start to sound funnier than they really are... [Insert obligatory "MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" here.]
2) This is another where Enzo usually means little Enzo Matrix (01) and Matrix means older Enzo Matrix (gun-boy).
3) I have a brief cameo in this one. I play MG, the girl at the ticket counter. While I normally hate to resort to such extreme measures as self-insertion in a fic, there was just someone I had to keep an eye on...

ReBoot Takes To The Air!

[Mainframe Municipal Airport. MG is working the Icon Airlines ticket counter, where Dot is impatiently tapping her organizer against her palm. Matrix is loading up luggage to be checked while AndrAIa fills out baggage claim tags. Enzo is talking to Frisket, who was very reluctantly coaxed into an extra large doggie carrier earlier that morning. Bob and Mike are just standing around, and Hexadecimal is just... hovering around.]
Dot: Where are Mouse and Ray? They're throwing off my whole schedule!
MG: Your flight does leave in just a few minutes... Or do I mean nanos? [scratches her head] Maybe it's microseconds. I never did understand that...
Dot: How did you get this job?
[MG shrugs.]
Bob: Dot, I still don't understand what we're doing at the airport in the first place.
Mike: I didn't even know Mainframe had an airport!
Bob: Well, that too... But if we're all going to the Supercomputer to stop Daemon, isn't there a more efficient way to do it?
Dot [deeply offended]: Are you questioning my plan?
Bob: It's just-- I can see how almost everyone will be useful on this mission. You've got the plan, Hex has the transfinite energy, Matrix likes to shoot stuff... But why are we bringing Enzo and Mike?
Matrix: We figured they'd make good bait.
AndrAIa [sharply stomping on Matrix's foot]: Ix-nay on the ait-bay!
Bob: Um... sure. Why are we taking a plane, then? Matrix could just blow up that telephone booth over there, and we'd have a tear big enough for me to stabilize into a portal to the Supercomputer!
Dot: Oh, no he can't!
Matrix [sighing]: Dot won't let me blow up anything in her nice clean system since the restore.
Bob: Fine then. What about Mouse's ship?
AndrAIa: Ship's in the shop.
Bob: Okay, let's just go down to the Principal Office and have Phong fire up the portal generator!
Dot: Er... We can't do that, either...
Bob [becoming frustrated]: And why can't we? 'Cause it's really starting to feel like you guys are just making up excuses in a pathetic attempt to get us on that airplane even though it makes no sense whatsoever!
MG: Bob?
Bob: Yes?
MG: Remember that little talk we had about not questioning the writer's limitations?
Bob [sulky]: Yes.
MG: Well, this is one of those times.
Mouse [walking in with Ray]: Oh, don't worry about Bob. He's just always had a "thing" about airplanes.
Dot: Bob's afraid to fly?
MG [nodding her head]: The blue ones usually are. Here's your boarding passes.
[MG hands the passes off to Dot and leaves, thereby ending her cameo for the rest of the story. I promise.]
 

Whew! Now That That's Over...

Bob: I am so not afraid to fly!
Mouse: Of course not, Bob! [whispering to Dot] Why do you think he portals everywhere? [grinning] Put him in a window seat so he has to see how high up we are!
Dot: Actually--
Everyone else [finishing Dot's sentence for her]: --you already have a seating chart made up.
Ray: Even I found that predictable.
Dot [making a noble effort to ignore yet another of my Dot-likes-charts jokes]: Yeah. Anyway, it's a small commuter flight--
Hex: Oh, goody! All the more likely to crash and burn!
Bob: What!? Crash and what?!?
Enzo: You know, KABOOM!
Dot: Enzo, stop scaring Bob.
Bob [defensive]: I'm not scared!
Dot [shaking her head sadly]: Anyway, it's a small plane. There's 2 seats on each side of the aisle, so I've paired everyone off as "seat buddies." See? "Seat buddies!" You didn't see that coming! I can be fun and spontaneous too, you know!
[Total silence, at least twice as long as the total silence after Enzo was believed to be nullified in "Game Over"...]
Mouse [hesitating, but feeling someone should say something]: Uh... Sure, Dot. "Seat buddies." It's real... cute.
Enzo [snatching the seating chart from Dot]: Awww, Dot... Do I have to sit by Hex? She scares me!
Hex: What a sweet thing to say!
Enzo: Can't I just sit by you, Dot? Bob can sit by Hexadecimal.
Hex [floats over toward Bob]: Yes... [with a big grin] Bob can be my seat buddy!
Dot [stepping between Hex and Bob, but talking to Enzo]: No. Bob can not sit by Hexadecimal.
Ray [taking the seating chart from Enzo]: Dot sits by Bob, Mouse sits by Ray, Matrix sits by AndrAIa... So this seating chart really wasn't a big deal, then, was it? Most of us have already been grouped into neat and tidy little pairs that would make for obvious... [shuddering slightly at the phrase] "seat buddies." Is this the sort of great plan you've all been telling me Dot comes up with? I mean, a blindfolded null could figure this sort of thing out!
[Dot begins to turn a shade of greenish-red and her hands ball up into fists.]
Bob: Um... Ray?
Ray: Yes?
Bob: I don't think that's a healthy line of conversation to pursue.
Ray [looks at Dot]: Right.
Matrix [tapping Dot on the shoulder]: We may have to change that seating chart after all, Sis.
Dot [looks down to find Frisket standing at her feet]: What in the Net...? What happened to his doggie carrier?
AndrAIa: I think he ate it.
Bob: Well, they won't let him ride in the baggage compartment unless he's in a doggie carrier, and we can't get an extra boarding pass for him since that creepy ticket counter girl left... Guess that means we'll just have to get to the Supercomputer some other way, huh? Okay, good. Let's go.
[Bob turns to leave, but Mouse grabs him by the shoulder and spins him back around.]
Mouse: Not so fast, Sugah. I'm sure Dot can think of something. [to Ray] This is where you'll get to see her real plannin' skills.
Dot [crossing her arms stubbornly and glaring at Ray]: Oh no. If you're going to make fun of my plans, you guys can get yourselves out of this one.
Ray [not missing a beat]: Simple enough. I'll just download myself into the Surf-Baud, and you can check me as luggage.
Matrix: Are you sure? It's a long flight.
Ray [shrugging]: Everybody has to be somewhere. I particularly like it in the baggage compartment.
AndrAIa: In that case, it's a really good plan.
Enzo [bouncing around]: Yeah, it's alphanumeric! Now Frisket can sit with me instead of Hex! Way to go, Surfr!
Dot [miffed]: Hmph. Whatever. We have to get to the gate now.
Ray [to Mouse]: How about a goodbye kiss first?
Dot [throwing her arms up in the air]: Now we'll never catch our flight!
 

Oh, But They Do...
(You didn't think I'd let Bob off that easy, did you?)

[Everyone is boarding the plane. Except Ray, of course. He's luggage now. He's probably in the middle of being mistakenly sent to the airport in Topeka, Kansas.]
Enzo [plopping down into his seat]: Here, Frisket, you sit next to me.
[Frisket takes the window seat.]
Enzo: Uh... anyone know how to put one of these seatbelts on a dog?
Mike: Wait, the dog gets the extra seat? Where am I supposed to sit?
[Bob looks to the overhead storage bin.]
Mike [realizing the final aspect of Dot's seating chart]: Oh. I don't suppose I could--
Dot: Nope.
Mike: May as well get it over with, then.
[Bob boosts Mike up into the bin and slams the door shut.]
Mike: Hey, careful! Careful! Contents may shift during flight!
Matrix: I hope there's lots of turbulence, then.
Bob [getting panicky yet again]: Turbulence?
AndrAIa: Oh, don't listen to Matrix. He's just grumpy because he couldn't get his gun past security.
Mouse [taking a seat next to Hex]: Well, it certainly didn't help any when he started shooting at that skycap.
Matrix: He looked at me funny.
Mouse: Maybe, but you didn't have to hit quite so many innocent bystanders.
Dot: Hey, as long as he didn't do any major structural damage, I'm happy. We can always ship in more binomes, but we don't exactly get a restored system every minute, you know.
Bob [blinks]: Is it my imagination, or did you guys become a lot more indifferent to random acts of violence while I was gone?
Dot [sarcastic]: Oh, excuse us for having to live through a war while you were off gallivanting around the Web!
[Just then, a little binome who is sitting behind Hex starts to cry loudly.]
Hex [peeking over the back of her seat]: Oh, what a cute baby... [turns back to the group] Should I squish it? [Bob looks to Dot.]
Dot: She was always like that.
Bob: Just checking.
Co-pilot [over the intercom]: Okay, folks, we'll be ready to taxi to the runway real soon. For now, please direct your attention to our flight attendant, Tammy.
Tammy [exaggeratedly cheerful]: Good morning everyone! If you'll all just sit down, I've got some important safety information to share with you!
[The sprites who were still standing in the aisle find their seats. At the mention of "safety," Bob is paying rapt attention.]
Tammy: I'd like to remind you to keep your seatbelt securely fastened until the captain indicates you are free to move about the cabin. In the event of a water landing, your seat cushions can be used as floatation devices. In the event of a webcreature attack, your seat cushions won't really be much help. At that point, you just better hope the User made a backup file of you recently. We lose more planes that way...
Bob: Is it too late to get a bus ticket?
Tammy: At this time I'd like to ask that you bring your seat backs and tray tables into upright and locked position.
[Tammy walks down the aisle making sure everyone's buckled up, and notices Dot still using her organizer.]
Tammy: I'm sorry, ma'am, but you'll have to turn that off now. The use of portable electronic devices is prohibited during taxi and takeoff.
Dot: What?
Tammy: It's only until we get into the air.
Dot: But I have to have my organizer! What will I do without all my spreadsheets?
Tammy [unfazed by Dot's plea]: Why don't you just let me put that away for now?
[Tammy wrenches the organizer from Dot's hands, and opens the overhead storage bin that Mike's in.]
Mike: I get it! It was just a joke! Now you guys are gonna show me where my real seat is, right?
[Tammy throws the organizer into the bin and slams the door shut again.]
Mike: Or not...
Tammy [smiling at Dot]: Thank you for your cooperation. And remember: Here at Icon Airlines, every one of our passengers is special. Enjoy the flight! [She turns and walks back down the aisle.]
Bob: Wait... If we're all special, doesn't that mean none of us are special?
Dot: I don't like her.
 

Terror at 30,000 FLOPs

[Later. Bob survived takeoff, if just barely, and the group is finally on their way to the Supercomputer as Tammy brings around the in-flight meal.]
Tammy [handing Hex and Mouse their trays]: Enjoy!
[Hex raises an eyebrow, then gingerly picks up her slimy grey "entree" for closer examination.]
Hex: What is it? [Hex dangles the unidentified foodstuff between her thumb and forefinger. It seems to be wiggling on its own a bit.] Chicken?
Mouse: It looks like poached web slugs. [Mouse shoves her tray aside.] Too bad Ray isn't here, he would have actually liked this.
[A "ping" noise sounds throughout the cabin.]
Co-pilot [over the intercom]: The captain has just turned off the "fasten seatbelts" sign. Passengers are now free to move about the cabin. Also at this time, the use of portable electronic devices may resume.
Dot: Finally! Move over, Bob, I need to get my organizer!
[Dot jumps up and tries to get to the overhead storage bin, knocking her tray of web slugs all over Bob's lap in the process.]
Dot: Oops... Sorry, Bob.
Bob: No problem. The suit's Teflon-coated.
[Bob stands up and the web slugs slide right to the floor.]
Bob: One of the handier side-effects of merging with Glitch.
Dot: Oh, I know I could market that. If you could get me a whole crate of keytools, we'd make a fortune!
Bob: Dot! The keytools aren't just things, you know. They're sentient beings! Each one is loyal, helpful, and brave. If a guardian is lucky enough to be chosen by a keytool, it's like his best friend!
Dot: Fine, fine. I get the idea. You don't want to go into the keytool-merging business.
Bob: I didn't say "no."
[Across the aisle...]
Tammy: Did you push the flight attendant call button?
Enzo: Yeah, I was wondering if I could get some more of those web slugs. My dog really liked them.
[Frisket has finished both his and Enzo's slugs, chewed up both trays, and is beginning to eat the back of the seat in front of him.]
Tammy: I... think I can manage that. Just stop him before he eats the fuselage. And let me know if I can get you anything else, alright? [Tammy turns to leave.]
Enzo: Well, actually...
Tammy [turns back to Enzo]: Yes?
Enzo: I could use a pair of pilot's wings.
Tammy: Okay, if you'll just let me--
Enzo: And one of those little pillows. And a blanket.
Tammy: Great, you're one of those.
Enzo [speaking at full hyper-speed]: Andthreeofeverysodaandsomeofthosehoney-roastedpeanutsthatcomeinthefoilpacketsandasleepmaskandapairofslippers--
Tammy: Little boy? How would you like to go meet the captain?
Enzo:--andaboutadozenbarfbagsand... The captain? Alphanumeric!
[Enzo cheerfully follows Tammy to the back of the plane.]
Tammy: Here we are!
Enzo: The captain is behind this door marked "LAVATORY"?
Tammy: Um... Why don't you go in and see?
Enzo [stepping through the doorway]: Hey, cool! Little tiny bars of soap! But the captain isn't in--
[Tammy slams the lavatory door in Enzo's face and wedges the door shut from the outside.]

***

[Meanwhile, back in the main part of the cabin, Dot has been trying desperately to open the overhead bin.]
Dot: Ugh! This stupid bin is stuck shut! Matrix-- you like blowing things up, right? Blast it open!
Matrix: Oh, now you want me to shoot stuff, huh? Well, you're too late. No gun, remember?
Dot: Fine. Fine! Be that way. Bob, blow up the bin.
Bob: What?!
Dot: You know... The [using finger-quotes] "beams of deadly energy from the palms" thing. Do it.
Bob: No way!
Hex [eagerly]: I'll blow it up!
Bob: Nobody is going to blow up anything on this plane!
Hex [pouting]: Aww... This flight isn't fun anymore.
Mouse: Why are you on the plane with us, Hex? I thought you could fly on your own.
Hex: You know, that's a very good point. Excuse me for a moment, Mouse. I'm going to take a little... walk.
[Hex gets up and disappears through the curtained doorway at the front of the cabin.]
Dot [to Mouse]: Where's she going?
[Mouse shrugs.]
Dot: Then it's up to you, Bob. Stop being such a wuss. I need my spreadsheets!
Bob: I'm not going to get us all killed just because you're a workaholic, Dot. I won't blow that bin up.
Mike [still inside the bin]: I second that!
Dot: As Command.com, I order you to blast it open.
Bob: I don't care! I'M NOT GOING TO BLOW IT UP!!!
Tammy [returning from the back of the plane]: Is there a problem here?
Bob: She wants me to blow up the plane and get us all killed!
Tammy: Is this true, ma'am?
[Tammy looks to Dot, who twirls her finger by her head in the universal "crazy" sign.]
Tammy: I see... [She turns back to Bob.] And have the "voices" been telling you anything else, sir?
Bob: Voices? What voices? I'm not crazy, if that's what you--
[Bob is interrupted by the sound of a knock on the window. He turns to look, and sees Hexadecimal sitting outside on the wing, waving at him.]
Bob [frantic]: AAAAH! Did you see that? Did you see that?! There's something on the wing!
[Tammy looks out the window, but Hex has vanished.]
Tammy [rolling her eyes]: Suuuure there is, sir. Why don't you come with me and meet the captain. I bet she'd love to hear all about it. Right this way.
[Tammy leads Bob to the back of the plane.]
Bob: The captain is behind this door marked "LAVATORY"?
[Tammy sighs, and shoves Bob in with Enzo.]
Enzo: Oof! Oh, Bob, it's you! Are you waiting for the captain, too?
Bob: I hate to break it to you, Enzo, but I don't think-- Ooh! Little tiny bars of soap!
 

The Little Sprites' Room
or
Yet Another Exploding Toilet

[Unfazed by Bob and Enzo's mysterious disappearances, Dot is unsuccessfully trying to pry open the overhead bin with Mouse's sword.]
Mike: Ow! Hey, watch where you stick that thing!
[Matrix leans over to AndrAIa in the next seat.]
Matrix [whispering]: I'll be right back.
AndrAIa [not realizing that she's practically shouting]: WHAT? MY EARS ARE ALL PLUGGED UP BECAUSE OF THE AIR PRESSURE. I CAN BARELY HEAR YOU.
Matrix [speaking a little louder]: I'll be right back.
AndrAIa: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Matrix: I... I have to, y'know... I have to go.
AndrAIa: OH! YOU HAVE TO GO? TO THE BATHROOM? I THINK IT'S IN THE BACK.
Dot [to Matrix]: I told you that you should have gone before we left the diner.
Matrix [embarrassed]: You're not the boss of me! I'm a renegade!
[With that, Matrix jumps up and runs to the back of the plane, sniffling.]
Mouse [to herself]: That does it. When we get to the Supercomputer, I'm going to find some normal friends.

***

[Matrix walks up to Tammy, who is nailing a board across the lavatory door.]
Matrix: Is something wrong?
Tammy: No! No, nothing wrong. [She hides the hammer behind her back.] It's occupied. The lavatory, that is.
Matrix: Oh. I guess I'll just wait, then.
Tammy: Maybe I'll just wait with you. [She leans in close to Matrix and winks at him.] The truth is, I like my men tall, green, and handsome.
Matrix: Uhhh...
AndrAIa [walking up to Matrix]: Hey, guess what? I can hear again! Mouse just gave me some gum, and--
[AndrAIa stops short as she sees Tammy ogling over Matrix.]
Matrix [blushing]: Um... Hi, AndrAIa.
AndrAIa [getting angry]: Enzo! You say you have to go to the bathroom--
Tammy: Lavatory.
AndrAIa: Huh?
Tammy [whispering]: We don't say "bathroom." [In a normal voice again] It's a lavatory.
AndrAIa: Whatever. And I find you flirting with the stewardess--
Tammy: Flight attendant.
AndrAIa: What?
Tammy: I'm a flight attendant.
AndrAIa [blinks]: Do you always do everything that BSnP tells you to?
Tammy [looks AndrAIa over]: Some people could stand to listen to BSnP a little more often. I mean, at least I'm fully dressed!
[AndrAIa doesn't say a word, but her fingernails are suddenly a menacing length.]

[Meanwhile, inside the bathr-- er, lavatory...]
Bob [hyperventilating]: We're all gonna die, we'reallgonnadie, WE'REALLGONNADIE!
Enzo: Really? Cool!
Bob: Enzo, this is serious. We need to get out of here.
Enzo: It is pretty crowded, huh?
Bob: Can you see the door's latch?
Enzo: Yeah, it's right by your elbow.
Bob: Okay, good. Now-- where's my elbow?
Enzo: Couldn't you just blast the door open?
Bob [sighing]: I can't believe I'm doing this...
[Bob manages to get the hand that's stuck in the paper towel dispenser free, and uses it to shoot a pulse of energy that knocks the door open. He and Enzo tumble out into the cabin, where Matrix has been waiting.]
Matrix [stepping over Bob and into the lavatory]: Finally! Thank the User!
Bob: I'd say "ow," but I get the distinct impression that my pain means nothing to anyone anymore.
 

Preparing to Land
(Which is my clever way of hinting that the story's almost over. Hey, stop cheering. I'm warning you! That's it, I'm adding an epilogue. So there.)

[Back to Dot, who has resorted to pathetically pounding on the overhead bin with her fists.]
Dot: Why won't this thing open?!?!
Mouse: You probably just need to break the lock. It's easy enough--
[At that moment, Tammy comes barrelling down the aisle.]
Tammy: WAAAUGH!
AndrAIa [running after the stewardess, and launching fingernail spines at her]: Oh, it'll be worth ruining my manicure on you!
Dot [calling after AndrAIa]: You go, girl!
Mouse: I thought we agreed you were going to stop saying that.
Dot: Sorry.
Mouse [picking up the hammer Tammy dropped in the aisle and handing it to Dot]: Just break the lock.
[Dot does as she is told, and the overhead bin finally pops open. Dot grabs her organizer and gives it a hug.]
Mike: I suppose it wouldn't do any good if I asked you to let me out now.
[Dot slams the bin shut as if the TV hadn't said a word.]
Mike: Just checking.
Dot: That was great, Mouse! How did you know that would work so easily? Was it your hacker skill and expertise?
Mouse: Nah, I only knew the same thing worked when I wanted to get to the cookies you keep locked in your office desk drawer.
[Dot glares at Mouse.]
Mouse [nervously]: But enough about that... I think I'll just read this great in-flight magazine now. Oh, look! Discount trips to the Edge of Beyond. Fascinating.

[Tammy has narrowly escaped AndrAIa's wrath by running into the cockpit and locking the door behind her.]
Tammy [over the intercom]: The captain has turned on the seatbelt sign. Will passengers please stop rioting in the aisles and return to their seats?
Enzo [sitting back down]: A riot? I miss all the fun stuff. At least I got you a snack, though, Frisket.
[Enzo tosses a couple little tiny bars of soap to Frisket, who swallows them whole.]
Tammy [over the intercom]: We will be landing in the Supercomputer shortly. At this time, you must once again discontinue use of all portable electronic devices.
Dot [fiercely clutching her organizer]: NOOOOOOOOOO!

***

[Moments later, after the plane has landed in the Supercomputer. Tammy cautiously peers out from behind the cockpit door. When AndrAIa is nowhere in sight, Tammy finally steps out.]
Bob [running past Tammy and out the exit to the terminal]: Lemme out, lemmeout, LEMMEOUT!
Tammy [calling after Bob]: Thank you for flying Icon Airlines! Buh-bye!
AndrAIa [sneaking up behind Tammy]: Do you stewardesses have personality chips?
Tammy: Huh?
AndrAIa: Didn't think so.
[AndrAIa taps Tammy with one of her spines. The stewardess falls to the floor, paralyzed.]
AndrAIa: Buh-bye!
Matrix: You done?
AndrAIa: Yep. Let's go.
[The rest of our travellers exit the plane. Except, of course...]
Mike [still stuck in the overhead storage bin]: Hello? Hello? Are we there yet?
Co-pilot [over the intercom]: Okay, we've just received our replacement flight attendant. This flight will now be continuing to its final destination: Topeka, Kansas.
Mike: NOOOOOOOOOO!

***

[In the Supercomputer airport's main terminal.]
Matrix: I am a renegade, you know. You didn't really need to protect me from a stewardess.
AndrAIa: Sparky?
Matrix: Yes?
AndrAIa: Your fly's unzipped.
Matrix: Oops.
Mouse: Uh, AndrAIa? Did you spit your gum out in the baggage claim tag for Ray?
AndrAIa: Oops.
Mouse: Great. Now how are we supposed to pick him up?
Dot: AHA! I knew there had to be a flaw in his plan.
Phong [rolling up to the group]: Dot? What are you doing here?
Dot: We all came to fight Daemon, like we discussed. What are you doing here, Phong? You were supposed to stay and watch over Mainframe.
Phong: There seems to have been a misunderstanding-- I thought I was supposed to go to the Supercomputer and fight Daemon while the rest of you stayed to watch over the system.
Dot: But if we're all here, who's running Mainframe? I mean, the only ones who didn't come on this trip were Hack, Slash, and Scuzzy.
Hex: Scuzzy's quite capable, actually.
Phong: Oh dear.
Dot [sighing]: We'd better go home before they break the Principal Office... Bob, stop kissing the ground. We've got to go buy return trip tickets.
Bob: NOOOOOOOOOO!

THE END, except for the

Epilogue

[Ray and Mike are sitting together in the Topeka airport.]
Ray: So...
Mike: So...
Ray: Do you think they'll come looking for us anytime soon?
Mike: Judging from past experience-- no.
Ray: Oh.
Mike: But in the meantime, we could check out the sights of this fabulous city.
Ray: Of course. I'm sure there are lots of fun things to do here in Topeka!
[They exchange a glance before breaking out into peals of laughter.]
Mike: Good one!
Ray: Thanks. Want to go ride around on the baggage claim conveyor belt a couple more times? Maybe someone will steal us and take us to a good city.
Mike: You read my mind.

REALLY THE END. MOSTLY.

[Cut to MG sitting at her computer.]
MG: Hello again, everyone! Now, this isn't technically a cameo, since the story's over. I just had a few things to say. First, I'd like to apologize to Topeka, Kansas. I'm sure it's a fine city. After all, who wouldn't want to visit a place where (according to www.topeka.org) the zoo is "world famous" because the monkeys learned how to pick the locks on their cages and go wandering about freely? I for one can't wait to go there. Yay, Topeka! I'd also like to express pity to those of you too young to remember a time when airplanes really did have little tiny bars of individually-wrapped soap in the bathrooms. I would apologize for three "NOOOOOOOOOO!"s in one story, but face it-- that's how ReBoot works. And... I think that's pretty much it. Thanks for your time!
Bob [walking in]: Aren't you forgetting something?
MG: Like what?
Bob: I thought maybe you'd like to apologize for subjecting me to all that trauma.
MG: You know, I don't think it's gonna happen, Bob.
Bob: Oh. Well, can we at least take the bus home instead of another plane?
MG: "ReBoot Takes To The Bus!"? That would be lame, even for me.
Bob: You just take and take, but you can't give anything, can you? [Bob runs off crying.]
MG: Huh. Dot's right-- he is kind of a wuss.
Bob [from the other room]: I heard that!
MG [sighing]: Actors. Can this be over already? Oh, wait. I guess that's my department.
[MG hits a button on her keyboard, and everything fades to black.]
Bob: Help! It's dark, and I'm scared!
MG: Big blue crybaby...

OKAY. I'M HONESTLY DONE NOW. STOP LOOKING AT ME. GO HOME. AND LET US NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN.
~THE END~

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Written by MG from a minor glitch.
Inspired by ReBoot from Mainframe Entertainment.
Read by ReBoot geeks from who-knows-where!