Author's note:
This story was written with the original '60's TV version in mind. I know the show was a joke in and of itself. A few hours and beverages of my choice produced this story. It's meant for a chuckle. I hope you enjoy it.
Kirk
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"...Last time as you recall, Professor Robinson was sleeping one off after eating some bad mushrooms from the hydroponic garden. Maureen and the girls were playing 'hide the cucumber' in Penny's' room, while Will was in the galley having a discussion with the Robot about what he wanted for his 18th birthday. Dr. Smith, having just pinched a loaf, was currently topside giving Major West a hard time..."
"Come on, Major! Just let me play with the controls for a little while," asked Smith, sounding like a ten year old.
"Smith, don't you have something better to do than hang around me all night? Go screw with the Robots' programming or something," replied West, as he was trying to watch the controls and pilot the Jupiter 2 through a large void in space.
"He's with Will down below and both of them when together are quite rude to me these days. I seem to be the butt of many jokes," said Smith, laced with enough emotion to almost make Don give a shit.
"Well you are a joke, Smith. When we first woke up from suspended animation and the ship was in danger of being destroyed, you were the meanest son of a bitch I ever met. I mean you were down right evil. Then what happened?" he said, shaking his head. "You turned into the biggest faggot ass wipe I've ever seen in my life! I mean, like, what gives? And while we're on the subject, just how the fuck did you manage to wind up on this ship in the first place? I can't remember you ever giving us a straight answer!" shouted West, as he stood from his seat to his full height.
"They forgot to put the box of moist towelettes in the bathroom for cleaning ones hands after..." Smith pointed toward his pee pee, "...you know."
"Yeah, too bad you didn't bring a truck load," West mused, since they'd been out there since 1997. "How come you never made it off the ship before the lift off?"
"Well, I had the urge and having a spastic colon..." Smith explained.
"Alright, alright," said West, waving his hand at Smith to cut him off. "So how come you didn't warn them you were still onboard when the final call was made for lift off?"
"I tried, but as I stood from the seat, my head hit the towelette dispenser and knocked myself out," explained the Doctor.
"Yeah, we've never been able to get that thing back up on the wall," ventured West as he stared off into space. "Okay, Smith, if you really want to try and steer this thing, go ahead," said the Major, as he stepped away from the pilot's seat.
"Lovely," Smith uttered excitedly, rubbing his hands together and flopping down in the chair. "Let's see, is there any point of reference for me to steer by?"
"Hey, not bad. Looks like you picked up a few things over the years." West adjusted a few controls. "We're in a void that extends about 5 light years all around. It might just be a dark matter collection point, but we need to get through it if we hope to ever get our bearings again and try to zero in on Earth."
Smith looked down at the controls. "Oow, we're using the Hyper Drive!"
"Yeah, we have to unless you want to be in here for the rest of your life," West answered with a chuckle. He watched Smith handle the controls like a pro. "Hey, Smith, it seems like we found something you're good at after all."
"Thank you, Major! Remember I used to perform surgery with these hands," Smith replied, holding them up and wiggling his fingers.
"Ah, yeah, before you moved into 'God knows what'," West replied. "Say, Smith," West tapped the Doctor on the arm, gaining his attention. "Do you think you can watch the Jupiter 2 until I go squeeze this thing a few times?" West asked pointing to the major wood he was sporting in his pants. "Judy's been holding back on me the last few weeks for some reason. I've got to let off some steam or I'll blow."
"Of course Major, never fear, Smith is here!" he said thrusting his finger into the air.
"Right," uttered West, as he headed to the head.
*...Meanwhile, down below...*
"Look, Robot, this guy gave me this 'wish stone' to use on my birthday and I'm going to use it," said Will Robinson.
"I understand, Will, I just don't want your feelings to be hurt if it doesn't work," replied the Robinson's faithful servant.
"What? Do you still think I'm a little kid? I'm eighteen today!" exclaimed a very angry young man.
"No," answered the metal man.
"He showed me how it works, remember? He wished you to have tits!" Will said, as he pointed to the Robots extremely large mammilla glands separated by his lighted speech center.
"Yes, I remember, and they ache." The Robot leaned in for Will to hear. "I need support. Could you ask your Mother for an old bra that we can alter, please?"
"I've asked. You're on your own," replied Will, fondling them in earnest.
Just then, their attention was directed to Major West as he ran through the lower level to the head.
"Hi, Don!" shouted Will.
"Hey!" West replied, as he hid his wood and ducked into the head.
"Who's piloting the ship?" asked Will.
"Auto pilot," replied the Robot.
"No way. Not in this void," said Will.
"I could check it out if you let go of my breasts," said the Robot.
"No problem," said Will, as he released the tits before him and stood to allow the Robot room to head up on the lift.
*...Meanwhile, up above...*
Doctor Smith was doing a terrific job of steering the ship. He was really getting into it when he heard the lift stop and open behind him.
"Too lazy to take the stairs, Major?" asked Smith, as he turned and then noticed the large breasted Robot. "How are you doing, you bubble headed boobie?"
"Dr. Smith, why are you piloting this ship?" The Robot asked
"The Major allowed me to while he went to the bathroom," replied the old doctor, with a grin that went from ear to ear.
The Robot extended his claws and said, "Doctor Smith, move away from the controls."
"Why? Aren't I doing a smashing job?" asked the Doctor, still with a wide grin on his face.
Electricity started crackling between the Robot's claws as he moved toward Smith.
"What are you doing, you over sized espresso machine?" asked Smith.
The Robot went silent and then repeated without emotion... "...At exactly sixteen hundred hours after liftoff...Destroy the Robinson Family...Destroy the Jupiter Two!"
"What's your problem? We hashed this all out eons ago," replied Smith.
"I just wanted to see if you were still on your toes", replied the large breasted Robot. "Where are we?" he asked, after retracting his claws.
"In a void. Look! There's something in the window and it's moving! It's some kind of creature! We're doomed!"
"Real funny, Smith," said West, as he finished climbing the ladder and stood next to the Robot. Smith had been referring to the Majors' reflection in the glass. "How's he doing there, Robot?" he asked, giving the boobs a squeeze.
"Dr. Smith is holding his own at the helm. You are holding mine here," it replied, as West glanced back at Smith who was holding his crotch with one hand and rubbing his chest with the other.
"Smith! Keep focused. Anything can happen out here!"
"Yes, quite right Major," he replied, placing both of his hands back on the console.
"Robot, do you think there is anything you can do about the environmental unit down below? It is hot as hell down there," Don asked.
"Negative, Major West. The unit is shot. In fact, the remaining unit for the top level is showing signs of giving out."
"It's almost impossible to sleep down there," said Smith, looking at the radar readout.