Futurama

It was a normal day like any other at Planet Express. The crew was around the table waiting for the meeting to start, but before it could, the Professor entered.

"Bad news everyone, we don't have any deliveries planned for today."

Fry cheered. "Yes! Free day!"

"...that's why I decided to lock down the joint and make you all help clean up," he finished. With a push of a button, the building was covered in it's X-mas eve protection, preventing any and all escape.

Hermes broke down the plan. "Amy, you and I will be going through da whole building starting with da upstairs lab to make sure there aren't any owls around. Zoidberg, you'll be cleaning out the coelacanth tank."

The doctor made a happy gurgling sound.

"And don't eat anything!"

"Aww..."

"Leela, you'll be cleaning out da angry dome. There's a lot of broken plates in there. And Bender...will not be stealing anything because he'll be distracted by da beer in da lounge."

Bender got up and dashed out of the room, mumbling something about 'suckers'. Everyone else rose and headed to wherever they had to go. After they all left, it hit Fry that Hermes didn't mention him. He was tempted to follow Leela, but she hadn't looked his way other then a quick hello for a few days and he thought he may have just been overlooked. "Hey Hermes, what do I do all day?"

"Well, the Professor and I think you should just stay with Bender. Catch up on your t.v. watching."

This took a few seconds to sink in. Then Fry cheered again. "Yes! Free day!"

An hour later the Professor walked into the lounge and saw Fry on his butt. "Fry, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Hermes said you thought I should stay out of the way." He pointed at the bureaucrat as he entered, who then pulled the Professor to the side and whispered, "Remember how I told you it's betta to have Fry lazy then it is to have him bored?"

The Professor huffed. "I remember no such thing. It sounds like a good idea, but I can't afford to have him doing nothing. He can clean out the room that holds my experiments that don't work." The old man turned to his younger uncle. "Get off your sweaty butt and clean downstairs. It's the only room that's not labeled."

Fry stood upwhile Bender pointed and laughed at him. He left the room muttering and the Professor called after him. "And try to not get bored. We don't need you breaking things!"

As Fry headed downstairs he passed doors with various signs on them. Doomsday devices, Universe box room, and X-mas supplies were just a few. At last he came to two doors that are the cause of some confusion. One sign was 'Broken Experiments' while the other had no sign. Huh, that crazy nephew of mine must have mixed up where he keeps his things. He started to walk toward the door with the sign when he heard meowing behind it. Walking in, he saw a black and white cat sitting on one of the many boxes and a big machine covered by a cloth in the corner. He sighed. "Well, that's a good place to start. Hey kitty, wanna help me?"

The small feline meowed again, jumped off the box, and meandered over to the red head to rub against his legs. Fry tugged on the cloth and saw that because of it, the machine underneath was still clean. He grabbed a broom and decided to sweep around it. He took a step back, but with a cat between his legs he stumbled and his elbow hit a button he doesn't notice says Mix.

A robotic arm holding a pair of tweezers came out of an open slot and pulled a hair from the cat's tail. With a howl, the animal bolted from the room. Puzzled, Fry breathed into his hand and sniffed to check his breath. "Ew," he shuddered. "No wonder he ran away." He continued sweeping with his back to the machine's readout, so he didn't notice when it read: Taking second DNA sample. The arm reached out again and pulled a hair from the spikes on the back of his head. "Ow! Okay, when I get our of here I'm watching another hour of t.v."

The machine then went through three steps. First, the readout flashed Mixing. A few minutes later, it read Serum completed and finally flashed Applying serum. A dart gun replaced the tweezers and pointed itself at Fry's back. Placing what looks like the bulb of a giant turkey baster at the end, a hand squeezed the bulb and sent the dart flying just as he started humming 'Walking on Sunshine'. The sudden pain stopped him. "Ow! What the?" He pulled the dart out of his shoulder with a grunt, but the drug started to take affect immediately. "Son of a -" Fry's eyes rolled back and he passed out, falling into a heap on the floor.

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