HubNugget's Anatomy - Grey's Anatomy Fun!

Ship's Log, Supplemental 06.25.2010

Doctor $ci-Pi, recording.

We survived our last adventure and B.T. Bad-A$$-Jacket and his HubNuggets Flyer became a great Saturday Morning Cartoon Show among the great poets of our last episode . A talent scout had emerged from the Mirror Crack'd and spotted him right away (kinda like Bump In The Night)

While I listen to a Podcast of PeeWee Herman's latest Broadway production, I'm beginning the Ship's Log from the point of our latest twist in time.

I had begun reading lost books recently found, like Jules Verne's 1863 Paris In the Twentieth Century . The Universal Timeline also began reading - my mind - and sent us to the year2020 and a Medical Tourism facility in Florida.

Perhaps the Time Ship Relativity might save us before we are all subjected to unwanted surgical procedures...

The scene is like Kingdom Hospital meets Sesame Street . The flick being recorded by the Ship's Computer plug-in, designed by Engr P8 Blue, might make this organization some dough. Then I can stopping looking for loose quarters in the couch cushions...

back on itself and dropped us through the Mirror Crack'd into a Seattle hospital in Florida.

It was Pensacola Grace.

We were doctors - some of us anyway; others were quacks..or at least had a duckbill.

It was a dark night in a small hospital when Dr. B.T. McDreamyPants was paged for an immediate neurosurgicalisticicalichista consult. It was a new protocol put together after our Medical Treaty with Russia was signed in 2011. Pants insisted that his wife, Dr. P8 Grey assist him, even though she was looking a little pale. Together, they rushed to the ER.

They found their consult...

It was McSteamyNugget Hank!

He'd played red-shirt and was sacrificed in our last episode. However, the Mirror Crack'd Universe spit him back out from down time's tunnels, rejected for bad taste! No sooner had he'd plopped out of the looking glass with a torn toe-web, than he'd attempted a new lip-lock with the Skip - Dr. Skipper, that is.

Skipper used her awesome singing voice that netted her a Universal Idol win and distracted the marsupial ensign, then decked him - er - to the deck.

His head was all twisty-like now and Dr. Skipper had called for a consult.

Little P8 Grey complained, " Arrrggh, he ought t' be woke up wid a bucket o' the cold sea and made t' walk the plank, he should! -- Pirates of the Carribeany be not so far away, atoll, yer know, seein' as how we're in Floridee!"

Be that as may be, the consult found nothing useful in the twisty-brained ensign. Dr. Upright RedElf, Attending; and Chief of Cranial Plastic Surgery, Dr. Zsuzsy McBrainyBee, the top brain un-twisters in their field, were summoned.

Meanwhile, Dr. $ci-Pi was busy digging quarters out of the couch in the doctor's lounge to feed into the coin-operated defibrillator, which was sure to be required -- It always was at Pensacola Grace.

Dr. RedElf intubated the patient and secured him on a cat's cradle rigging with IV lines while Chief McBrainyBee made a complete diagnosis: clogged duct work.

The filters and the blood-brain barrier must be changed!

We also needed another pair of hands - and a cane.

Dr. Skipper summoned the Pensacola Grace Emergency Medical Hologram (EMH) and paged the hospital chaplain, Ripplemaker, who set off to round up this week's HubNuggets Wannabes and feed them in the cafeteria until time for their presentation - Live! from Pensacola Grace.

Dr. RedElf secured permission to change the marsupial blood-brain barrier and filters from 2020 State Surgeon General Jason Menayan and requisitioned the NAPA parts from #1 NASCAR Jet-Car Driver Maddie Ruud, who had just won the 2020 Daytona 1,500 nearby.

(The toe-webbing was easy - if the idiots in the film Splice could plant arms onto legs, so could we!)

It was a GO!

No anesthetics were used in 2020.

The shiny gold hood ornament on the top of the cane our EMH twirled did the trick by hypnotizing the trick-toed platypus like a fast-acting knock out powder.

The HubNugget Team doctors rapidly pursued repairs to the marsupial.

Parts, engineering manuals, and tools were flying everywhere. Dr. $ci-Pi fed quarters into the defibrillator, preparing for the impending crisis.

The Interns in the observation theater above our heads were cheering as they looked on at the strange visitors around the table and their stranger methods. One of the interns, an arachnoid type in a red shell was waving to Little P8 Grey. He was holding up a placard with his phone number in the observation window and asking her to call him.

BT McDreamyPants didn't like that. The suction hose he held slipped -

Out of the blue we heard a voice: The Mirror Crack'd starting yelling about a stomach ache. He, she, or plain ol' it (?) was bellowing for an antacid! -- Fee Fi Fo Fum, I need something for my tum!

Suddenly, Dr. McBrainyBee gasped!

She lowered her carpet thread and sail needle.

We all stood back in astonishment...

took on a life of its own and attached itself to Hank's fur like a vacuum cleaner to a long haired cat. The Crack'd Mirror rolled over to have a look and Hank's bill got sucked into that.

Meanwhile, the first 9 HubNugget Wannabes came strolling into the operating room, drinking lattes, to have a look, and here they are:

phone solicitor fell through the glass observation window and landed right on top of Hank...or whatever he was turning into. He looked like a marsupial crustacean with legs and arms and tripods....

Another 9 HubNugget Wannabes came waltzing in to see what was happening, eating roasted corn on a stick. Here they are:

a Pensacola Grace Emergency and put the hospital on lockdown. Luckily, Chaplain Ripplemaker had brought the final 9 HubNugget Wannabes in as they finished their strawberry milkshakes. You can visit with them below. The Chaplain brought a quart of fizzing Alka Seltzer for the Mirror as well.

The creatures on the table became very very silent...Dr. $ci-Pi raised the paddles of the charged and paid-up defibrillator...

And the Mirror Crack'd hiccupped and swallowed Hank, the lobster with his phone, BT McDreamyPants, Dr. Skipper, and the Alka Seltzer.

Dr. Upright RedElf, Dr. Zsuzsy McBrainyBee, Chaplain Ripplemaker, and Little P8 Grey threw up their hands and went to the cafeteria for pie.

Will HubNugget Hank ever walk again?

Will P8 Blue/Grey settle the war within herself?

Where in time will the dyspeptic Mirror Crack'd spew the HubNuggets Team next (and had it had lunch in the cafeteria?)

Did Doctor $ci-Pi disappear and open a practice under an asumed name?

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