A series of torches mounted on walls of stone set aflame and bring light into a crypt of dark. Instrumental tunes chant out both bizarre and goth as a title fades in reading "Weird World". As the title fades out, a sudden eye blinding spark of light unleashes a blow of thick smoke. An incredibly pale figure, wearing a robe of grayish azure, stands out calmly from the vaporizing smolder and looks dead straight into the center with his sharp eyes of flax.
"Greetings and Bienvenue! I am your gracious host, V.V. Argost!", he presents himself.
"Are you sitting comfortably in your seats my dear Weird World watchers?"
Moving back gradually lies Zak Saturday within the soft confines of the living room sofa.
"Good. And are you loyal to senseless violence and gore?", Argost asks.
Zak watches V.V. Argost's Weird World on the big screen, as he enjoys the soft beverage in his hand.
"Even better", Argost smirks. "For tonight..."
"You know you're not suppose to be watching Argost's show, right?", a bundle of mumbles and grunts put together in English call out to Zak.
Alarmed, Zak Saturday snaps out of his unwariness and chokes on his soft beverage unpleasantly. Regaining his proper exhalation, Zak looks up to find a Gorilla-Cat hanging on a monkey bar right above him.
"Fiskerton!", Zak identifies.
Exasperated, Zak takes a cushion and throws it right at Fiskerton, which hits him right in the kisser. The unfazed Gorilla-Cat just looks straight at Zak.
"You startled me you big fur ball!", Zak yells.
"Sorry...", Fiskerton murmurs.
"...We shall look into the mind and tactics of the most heartless of carnivores amongst the cryptids...", Argost announces over the television.
On the TV, Weird World transitions to an image shows a bloodcurdling Beast of Bray Road, with its bloodshot eyes glowing within the darkness, and its large claws gleaming in the moonlight.
"...But you're going to get in trouble if mum and dad catch you watching Weird World", Fiskerton apprises to his brother.
"I know. I know already", Zak starts to sass at Fisk.
"He's evil, he wants to rule the world one day..."
"And he left us to be eaten alive", Fiskerton interrupts.
Zak looks at Fiskerton, but says nothing to him.
"...Whose sole purpose is to hunt only its quarry...", Argost continues.
Another image shows an Ozark Howler spring out of a thick forest and lunge itself towards an unfortunate young calf.
"...But it's still good TV", Zak continues calmly.
"Very bizarre, very
"Informing???", a familiar booming voice speaks out to both Zak and Fiskerton in vexation.
The thunderous vocalization startles Fiskerton into dropping from his monkey bar. He lands perfectly on the bottoms of his feet rather than the flat of his face, thanks to his inherited feline traits. Zak's hands clutch into the layers of the sofa as he freezes in place, for he no doubt realizes who's booming tone of voice that belongs to. The young Saturday already knows what he's in for, but he is too stricken with reluctance to even rotate his head.
"...Strike fear into the very heart of its victim...", Argost goes on.
A portrait shows a horrified human, standing before an incoming Kikiyoan with its claws ready to snatch him away.
Taking a deep breath, the young Saturday calms down his nerves enough to finally get up off of the couch and turn around to get it over with.
"Hey Dad", Zak adresses.
Doc Saturday says nothing as he glares right at Zak, starting to see right through his act of innocence.
"Told you...", Fiskerton mutters to Zak.
Zak watches as the Gorilla-Cat swiftly hides behind the furniture, then looks back at his dad who now turns his attention to Argost on the big screen.
"...And feast upon the flesh of its fresh kill...", Argost sneers.
Weird World cuts to a clip of a Waheela, sinking its teeth into the neck of its defenseless quarry.
Doc growls in sheer disgust from the inappropriate and appalling visuals of Weird World.
"Dad, I know this looks bad...", Zak says as he begins to justify his actions.
"...But I was just doing some research on Argost".
Doc crosses his arms as he looks at Zak with disbelief.
"Gotta know your enemy, right?", Zak says, keeping up his vindication.
"...Everything else apart from its hunt is but a mere obstacle...", Argost keeps going.
A Nandi Bear claws its way through thorns and veins to come at its frightened target.
"The remote", Doc demands. "Now"
The child hesitates at first, but then sighs as he does what he's told and hands over the device over to his father.
"Never come between the predator and his prey", Argost finishes.
Doc uses the remote to shut off the television before any more of Argost's presence brings in a bad omen to the household. The young Saturday's heart sinks in just as the screen fades out into blackness.
"I tried to warn him...;", Fiskerton claims as he peeks out from behind the sofa.
Doc turns to Fiskerton out of irrelevance.
"Not another word, Fiskerton", Doc grumbles.
The intimidated Gorilla-Cat goes back to hiding behind the couch, leaving the perturbed Mr. Saturday to talk to his child without any more interrupting statements.
"How can you still watch that maniac's TV show?" Doc asks Zak.
"I told you...I was just doing some research", Zak continues to clarify.
"Researching or not, you shouldn't be supporting Argost like this"
"Look, Dad...Can't we just let this slide for once?"
"No, we can't. You shouldn't be watching Weird World anymore. Argost is a psychotic criminal who hides behind his show while he seeks the key to ultimate power. And he has tried to kill us, twice. He nearly killed you especially!"
"But it helped, didn't it?"
Doc looks at his son in confusion.
"Watching Weird World...", Zak refers to.
I knew how to handle myself against Argost, because I watched his show all the time"
At first, the elderly Saturday wants to call out the young Saturday's words as false, but says nothing and lets Zak continue with what he has to say.
"I'm know that you and mom have been life long enemies with Argost, and that you don't want me watching his show...", Zak identifies with nobility.
"...But since Argost is now my enemy too, I figured, 'Why not take what I learn from Weird World as leverage against Argost the next time we run into him'?"
Fiskerton's ears start to perk up as his unique sense of hearing pick up a pair of approaching footsteps that belong to Drew. This worries the Gorilla-Cat, for if Drew were to come in and find out about Zak watching Weird World again, he'd witness another box of high definition share the same fate as the rest. It really unsettles the fur ball to see Drew so upset at Zak that she has to take out her aggression on televisions.
"I'm not watching Weird World to support Argost at all...", Zak swears.
Doc is speechless as he takes Zak's words into consideration and begins to understand and make sense out of them. The living room door slides opens and Drew walks in casually to find her husband uneasy.
"Something going on in here Doc?", Drew asks with sudden concern.
Zak looks at his dad with agitation, and Doc looks back at him with conclusion.
Doc turns to his wife, "Zak was starting to have an attitude, I had to break him away from the TV"
Zak tilts his head in confusion, and Fisk pops his head out from behind the sofa in surprise.
"Isn't that right Zak?", Doc turns back at him.
Zak snaps out of his uncertainty and comes to realization.
"Yes. That's right dad", Zak plays along.
The young Saturday looks straight at his mother right in the eyes. He freezes at first, but he manages to maintains his wits.
"I got out of line, mom", Zak keeps up his act.
"I've been watching too much television"
The observing Gorilla-Cat still hiding behind the sofa holds his breath.
"Well...", Drew starts.
Zak gulps as Drew glares at with a hint of suspicion.
"...You're lucky your father and I have to go out for tonight, kiddo", Drew says calmly.
"Otherwise you'd kiss this week's TV privileges goodbye"
"Go out?", Zak reiterates. "To where?"
"To dinner. Your mother and I have reservations at Marrakech", Doc elucidates.
"Why else would your father and I be wearing our old fashioned fabrics?", Drew asks rhetorically.
The young Saturday and Gorilla-Cat just realize that their parents are finally wearing something else other than their suits. Doc is wearing a fitted suit of dark beige with an ordinary string of ruby red wrapped underneath his collar. Drew is wearing a long, slender black dress with her hair tied back, and a strand of pearls gently surrounding her neck.
"You look very pretty mum", Fiskerton comments.
"Awe, thank you~", Drew blesses the Gorilla-Cat as she pets him.
Zak squints his eyes at Fisk and thinks to himself, "Momma's Boy"
"We should get going before someone else decides to steal our table", Drew hustles.
"In a moment, I still need to have word with Zak", Doc insists.
Drew gives Doc a quick peck on the cheek before she takes her leaving.
"I'll meet you in the airship. Love you~"
As the doors slides behind Drew, Doc and Zak drop their charade to go back and talk earnestly.
"So, am I in the clear?", Zak asks.
"Or am I still in trouble?"
"No", Doc answers as he turns to Zak.
"I think we can let this slide for once"
The young Saturday feels absolved and lets a grateful smile run across his face. Fiskerton finally comes out from behind the sofa and lets out a brief sigh of relief. The Gorilla-Cat's ears suddenly perk up again, but not because of more approaching footsteps. Instead, his sense of hearing picks up what appears to be a familiar chittering that didn't belong to an ordinary critter, and it appears to be coming from the TV even though it was turned off.
"Now come to the hanger deck with me, both of you
", Doc intervenes.
"Your mother will be waiting, and you babysitter will be here very soon"
Zak's smile of gratefulness quickly turned into a frown of exacerbation, and Fiskerton ears perked up with discern drawback down with indifference.
"Babysitter?!?", Zak wails in hardship.
"That's right. Now come on down to the hanger deck", Doc repeats, leaving the two behind.
"Dad wait! Let's talk this over!", Zak begs as he follows Doc.
Fiskerton lets out a deep sigh of dread and follows his brother out of the living room. With the living room unoccupied, everything goes really quiet, until the chittering comes back and starts to screech. Behind the television arises what appears to be an organism within a vessel shaped to like a freakish miniature manta ray. It was a parasite that had been watching and listening in on the Saturdays for its owner.
"Use Weird World as leverage against me, will you? Little Saturday?", Argost hisses through his Neural Parasite in displeasure.