This is chapter V of my Mystery Science Theater 3000 fanfiction, based on Arthur Scott Bailey’s 1915 children’s novel The Tale of Fatty Coon. And this was the first block of the book that I’d ever written up as a MiSTing. So it has a closing sketch and “credits” and a post-credits stinger.
I don’t intend this to end my MiSTing post. I have several more chapters MiSTed, and never before published on WordPress. So next week I’ll continue with those. I hope to get at least to Chapter 10, of the 20 in the book, before going back to normal writing. We’ll see how far I do get.
Previously, we met Fatty Coon, who’s just what you’d think. He’s been beaten up by a goshawk, but bounced back to eat a turtle’s clutch of eggs, and then attempt to eat a family of squirrels only to be shamed by a “tramp raccoon”. I don’t know what makes a “tramp raccoon” either.
TOM: It was [ Fatty Coon’s well-punishment ].
CROW: Maybe the real punishment was having to be Fatty Coon all along.
> FATTY COON GOES FISHING
MIKE: A very special episode.
> One day Fatty Coon was strolling along the brook which flowed
> not far from his home.
CROW: Swift Creek?
TOM: Foster Brook.
MIKE: That’s … actually too new a reference for this.
> He stopped now and then, to crouch close to the
> water’s edge, in the hope of catching a fish.
CROW: ‘What if a fish was a goshawk egg pie?’
> And one time, when he
> lay quite still among the rocks, at the side of a deep pool, with his
> eyes searching the clear water, Fatty Coon suddenly saw something
> bright, all yellow and red, that lighted on the water right before
> him. It was a bug, or a huge fly.
MIKE: Or a tiny flying saucer.
TOM: Fatty eats the aliens’ peaceful expedition before they get started.
> And Fatty was very fond of bugs—to
> eat, you know.
ALL: We *know*.
CROW: As opposed to the ones he trains for pets.
> So he lost no time. The bright thing had scarcely
> settled on the water when Fatty reached out and seized it.
CROW: But he already seezed it! It was right in front of his eyes!
> He put it
> into his mouth, when the strangest thing happened. Fatty felt himself
> pulled right over into the water.
MIKE: Finally he crosses the Chandrasekhar limit and collapses into a black hole.
> He was surprised, for he never knew a bug or a fly to be so
> strong as that. Something pricked his cheek and Fatty thought that the
> bright thing had stung him.
CROW: Then this family of nutrias comes up and slaps Fatty silly.
> He tried to take it out of his mouth, and
> he was surprised again. Whatever the thing was, it seemed to be stuck
> fast in his mouth.
TOM: He’s delighted by something wanting him to eat it for a change.
> And all the time Fatty was being dragged along
> through the water. He began to be frightened.
MIKE: Hungry and frightened: the Fatty Coon story.
> And for the first time
> he noticed that there was a slender line which stretched from his
> mouth straight across the pool. As he looked along the line Fatty saw
> a man at the other end of it—a man, standing on the other side of the
CROW: ‘I don’t know how but I caught a human!’
TOM: ‘That’ll be eating for *hours*!’
> And he was pulling Fatty toward him as fast as he could.
> Do you wonder that Fatty Coon was frightened?
TOM: He didn’t have a license to catch men.
> He jumped
> back—as well as he could, in the water—and tried to swim away.
CROW: ‘Dive! Dive! Dive!’
> mouth hurt; but he plunged and pulled just the same, and jerked his
> head and squirmed and wriggled and twisted.
MIKE: *Extremely* Chubby Checker!
> And just as Fatty had
> almost given up hope of getting free, the gay-colored bug, or fly, or
> whatever it was, flew out of his mouth and took the line with it.
CROW: I wonder if Fatty Coon will go on to learn nothing from this?
> least, that was what Fatty Coon thought. And he swam quickly to the
> bank and scampered into the bushes.
MIKE: And ate his cover.
TOM: ‘Needs peanut butter!’
> Now, this was what really happened.
MIKE: Our story begins with the Algeciras Crisis of 1905.
> Farmer Green had come up
> the brook to catch trout. On the end of his fish-line he had tied a
> make-believe fly,
CROW: For the discerning fisher who doesn’t exist.
> with a hook hidden under its red and yellow wings.
> He had stolen along the brook very quietly, so that he wouldn’t
> frighten the fish.
TOM: He brought some presents in case he did, to reassure any scaredy-catfish.
> And he had made so little noise that Fatty Coon
> never heard him at all.
CROW: [ Fatty ] Hey, it’s hard to hear someone over the sound of my deep-fat fryer!
> Farmer Green had not seen Fatty, crouched as
> he was among the stones. And when Fatty reached out and grabbed the
> make-believe fly Farmer Green was even more surprised at what happened
> than Fatty himself.
TOM: Sammy Squirrel falls out of a tree, laughing.
MIKE: Fatty eats him.
> If the fish-hook hadn’t worked loose from Fatty’s
> mouth Farmer Green would have caught the queerest fish anybody ever
> caught, almost.
CROW: Well, there was that mermaid-cerberus this guy down in Belmar caught but that was something else.
> Something seemed to amuse Farmer Green, as he watched Fatty
> dive into the bushes; and he laughed loud and long.
TOM: See? Fatty Coon brings joy to the world, at last.
> But Fatty Coon
> didn’t laugh at all. His mouth was too sore;
MIKE: And full.
> and he was too
CROW: And awful.
> But he was very, very glad that the strange bug had flown
MIKE: And he learns the most important lesson of all, which is …
CROW: I dunno. Preferably food things.
TOM: Let’s blow this popsicle stand.
MIKE: Yeah, before Fatty eats it.
[ ALL exit the theater. ]
[ 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… ]
[ SATELLITE OF LOVE. TOM SERVO, MIKE, and CROW at the desk. ]
CROW: Well *and* so.
MIKE: So in his defense —
[ TOM, CROW groan. ]
MIKE: OK, but name something Fatty did that a real raccoon —
CROW: Don’t care.
TOM: Look, we already know Nature sucks. That’s why we have indoors. And animal stories where we like the animals.
CROW: And that is *all* the reminder of the cruel nature of the world that we ever need. Thank you.
MIKE: I .. well, over to you, Pearl.
[ CASTLE FORRESTER. PEARL, OBSERVER, and BOBO cackling. ]
PEARL: They don’t even suspect!
OBSERVER: Why would they?
BOBO: Suspect what?
[ PEARL, OBSERVER glare at BOBO. ]
OBSERVER: Chapters Six …
PEARL: Through Twenty.
BOBO: [ Not getting it. ] Oh. [ Getting it. ] Oh!
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BOBO: [ Off screen ] Of this?
Mystery Science Theater 3000 and its characters and settings and concept are the property of … you know, I’m not sure. It used to be Best Brains but now I think that’s different? Well, it belongs to the people it really and truly belongs to and this is just me playing with their toys. _The Tale of Fatty Coon_ was written by Arthur Scott Bailey and published in 1915 and accessed via archive.org, which is why I am reasonably confident they’re in the public domain and can be used this way.
Keep Usenet circulating.
> Fatty Coon’s eyes turned green. It was a way they had,
> whenever he was about to eat anything