Send in the Clones part II: Captain Botaroo

Captain Botaroo was 'put on hiatus' ten seasons ago due to its unusually high fatality rate - high for a children's show anyway. Since then, Captain Botaroo, his friend, Mr Citizen, the humorous Isabel INFRARED, the heroic Vulture Captain and of course, lovable Foodvat have all faded from the Complex's collective memory.

Now remembrance of those happy half-hours come surging back as you stand at the top of the access tunnel and face a door labelled 'Captain Botaroo Studio D47.' Beneath this label, a dusty hand-printed sign says "CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.'

Cart and his bot, GR8-Spot are already at the door.

The tunnel is a dead end at the door, The music is echoing all through the tunnel, but it appears to be emanating from behind this door.

As If by magic, the Mysterious Brett R WYD-3 appears at the top of the access tunnel.

The door responds to Will as if it had never heard a knock-knock joke as it fails to ask, "who's there?"

Cart: Don't call me Shirley.

Will sees the kids below at the bottom of the ladder.

When Cart enters the studio, the door shoves over a tall stack of plastic boxes. The boxes fall with a crash breaking open and scattering hundreds and hundreds of ping pong balls. They roll all over the floor, bouncing everywhere.

But they don't seem to affect the dozen or so youngsters who are leaping around the studio, shooting their INDIGO-barrel lasers, cone rifles, gauss guns and tanglers.

The studio is about 50' square. It's a large empty room with a bare concrete floor and soundproofing tiles on the walls. A lot of dusty light fixtures hang from the high ceiling. A couple of old vidcameras stand neglected in the corners.

There's nothing in the studio except several large stacks of plastic boxes like the pile you've just knocked over, and the kids running around playing Vultures and Communists.

On the far wall are a large soundproofed door and a long plexiglass window with a recording studio on the other side. You just glimpse a bunch of kids in there, hunched over some equipment. It looks like they're singing or something, and the treasonous music is very loud in there.