Molotov & Doc

It's early morning at the Venture compound.  Brock hunts through the kitchen cabinets for a can of coffee when Rusty saunters in, slightly more animated than usual...

Rusty: Brock, I had the most amazing dream last night!

Brock: Urgh.  Another sex dream?  I haven't had my coffee yet, Doc.

Rusty: Ohhh, she was a fiery little redheaded number.  All sass and attitude.

Brock: ...and I'm gonna hear about it anyway, aren't I?  What do I look like, Carrol Cummings?

Rusty: She was so real...so vivid!  All legs and a thick Russian accent...and she liked it rough!.

Brock: Doc, you gotta stop takin' those 'diet pills' before bed...  Wait...  Did you have a sex dream about my ex-girlfriend?

Rusty: (sing-songing) She didn't have a chastity belt on for verr-ry looo-ng!

Brock: Aaaand you knew she wore a chastity belt, how?

Rusty: I...  Uhh...  Well...  You must've told me.

Brock: Uh-huh.  And if I go looking through the security tapes from around the time I was on that mission, am I gonna find some of her traipsing around the guest bedroom in the nude?

Rusty gives Brock a dirty look as Hank and Dean shuffle into the kitchen, yawning as they sit down at the table.

Dean: Morning, Pop.  Morning, Brock.

Brock: Mornin', boys.

Hank: Pop, who's Chastity?  I heard you talking to somebody in your bedroom, like half of the night.  It sounded like you were talking to...a woman!

Rusty: Never you mind, Easy McEavesdropper!

Dean: Are...  Are we finally gonna get a mommy?!

Brock: No boys, your dad was just...uhhhh...talking in his sleep...loudly.  Isn't that right, Doc?

Rusty: Yes...that's right.  I often do when I've...ummm...got a lot of super science on my mind.  Chastity is the acronym for my new robot: Combined Household Autonomous Surveillance Transmitter...uhhhh...C, H, A, S, T....  Help me out here, Brock.

Brock: Uhh, yeah...but he calls it 'Chastity' because...  You know how boats and cars are often referred to as a 'she'?

Dean: Sooo, H.E.L.P.eR. is really a girl robot?

Hank: Cool!  We're getting our very own Jenny Wakeman?!

Brock: (exasperated, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger) No, Hank, we're not getting an XJ...  (sighs and turns towards the kitchen door)  I'm goin' to the store to get coffee.  You're on your own, Doc.

Original Art by HD-2

Commissioned by Phillipthe2