MiB Animated WG: Putting the 'L' in 'SLOB' part 1It had been a long, long night for Agent L of the Men in Black (MiB) Organization.MiB Animated WG: Putting the 'L' in 'SLOB' part 1 by Borin23
Stopping a rogue Arquillian from robbing a high-security bank, busting a drug sale between two Samurians, and finding the lost son of a predominant Kreulite politician. A normal day's work. Now, she had one last job to do before she could take a three-hour break and then do the whole thing all over again. Such was her life as an agent.
She had been following some suspicious activity for the last week or so; the disappearance of large quantities of imported Belgian chocolates. While this normally would not call in the investigation of the MiB, recent evidence has surfaced via L's help, and there has been discovered a link between the missing shipments and a Hypnobod working as an employee at the local docks, where the cargo is removed daily from ships. It was L's job to check it out and apprehend the suspect if necessary. It could cause trouble if the unknowing human race found out about aliens just becau
Leela's alternate reality: Futurama WG"I wonder what's taking so long." inquired Hermes the company bureaucrat. Leela adjusted her position in the seat, "I'm not sure myself, but damn well it better be worth the wait." Fry took a sip of slurm, "I have a lot of confidence the professor has something great in store for us. He always does. Right, Bender?" Bender took a lot drag from his cigar, "Yep."Leela's alternate reality: Futurama WG by y45w7
The door leading to the lab zipped sideways revealing the professor with an accomplished expression on his wrinkled face. "Good news, everyone! It's finished. The new What-if machine is FINISHED!"
The crew sighed. "Another one? Spleesh." Amy grunted walking away. The rest of the crew followed suit except for Leela. "Don't worry, Professor. I always enjoy your What-if machine."
The professor's wrinkles sprang upwards almost making a smile. "Really? Perhaps you'd like to try it out."
Farnsworth handed the television with a microphone attached to it to Leela. "Why not?" Leela thought about her question. What should it be? Who should