#windbear

They finally got the kids they always wanted! (Oh and Gwen is there too).

-Happy 30th anniversary to this amazing show!🧪🎉

Plot: Mandark (real name: Susan Astronomonov) reaches his breaking point. Tired of being forced into his parents' extreme hippie lifestyle—endless peace chants, tree-hugging sessions, recycling rituals, and "embrace the universe" meditations that clash violently with his megalomaniacal ambitions—he decides enough is enough.

In a dramatic huff, Mandark storms into his laboratory, packs his suitcases with essential evil gadgets, and orders his robotic servants and lab assistants to prepare his most grandiose escape vehicle: a full-scale replica of an ancient Japanese imperial gissha (御所車 / goshoguruma). This ornate, ox-drawn noble carriage—complete with black-and-gold lacquered wood, intricate painted panels, large spoked wheels, a small rear entry ladder, billowing kichō state curtains, and rolling sudare bamboo blinds for privacy—slowly emerges from the lab's hidden garage, pulled by a very real (and mildly bewildered) ox.

Mandark climbs inside, crosses his legs regally on a velvet cushion, and commands the blinds and curtains sealed. As the stately carriage plods through the suburban streets at a snail's pace, he peeks through the slits, smirks at the ordinary world passing by, and declares his intent to regroup at Dexter's house before resuming his quest for world domination—cackling evilly in the rocking cabin.

Meanwhile, at Dexter's home, lunch is interrupted by the absurd sight of an ox snorting at the front door. Dexter and Dee Dee rush outside to discover the elaborate gissha parked in the driveway. The robots ceremoniously raise the blinds and part the curtains, revealing Mandark lounging imperiously inside.

Mandark announces he has run away from home to escape his parents' oppressive pacifism and environmentalism. Dexter is shocked and skeptical; Dee Dee is thrilled and squeals in delight. The moment Mandark locks eyes with Dee Dee, he instantly melts—blushing, stammering, hearts in his eyes—revealing his longstanding crush in full force.

Dexter, protective and annoyed, quickly shoves Dee Dee back inside and demands an explanation. Mandark vents about Oceanbird and Windbear's "tyranny of love and harmony." Dexter suggests the obvious: Mandark should return home and actually talk to his parents (perhaps even apologize). Surprisingly, Mandark agrees—seeing it as a tactical retreat to renegotiate terms.

The gissha turns around (blinds lowered once more for privacy), and the ox plods back to the Astronomonov residence at its glacial pace.

There, Oceanbird and Windbear are frantic with worry over their missing "Susan." When the doorbell rings and they open the door to see their son step out of the imperial carriage, they rush to embrace him. In a twist of over-the-top parental guilt, they immediately promise to stop forcing the hippie lifestyle on him—they'll even support his evil schemes and help build bigger lasers if that's what makes him happy.

Mandark, completely unprepared for unconditional acceptance of his villainy, stands frozen in shock. The sheer cognitive dissonance causes him to faint dramatically into his robots' arms.

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Screenplay: DEXTER'S LABORATORY Fanmade Episode: "Mandark Ran Away from Home!" Written by: [Your Concept] – Reimagined Expansion

FADE IN:

INT. MANDARK'S LABORATORY – DAY

The lab is dimly lit with evil red lighting. Mandark (SUSAN ASTRONOMONOV) storms in, still wearing his signature black outfit but with a few forced "hippie" accessories: a daisy chain necklace and a tie-dye bandana half-tied around his head like he tried to rip it off.

Mandark slams a suitcase onto his workbench. Tools clatter.

MANDARK (through gritted teeth) Enough! No more "inner peace" chants! No more hugging trees! No more "Susan, embrace the flow of the universe"! I am Mandark! Future ruler of the world! Not… some flower child!

He yanks off the bandana and flings it into a trash compactor that immediately incinerates it.

Two of his robotic servants and lab assistants roll up.

MANDARK Robots! Prepare my escape vehicle! Fetch the most regal, most IMPOSING transport in the database… the ancient Japanese imperial gissha! Yes—the goshoguruma! Ox-drawn, stately, utterly superior!

ROBOT #1 (beeping) Affirmative, master. Retrieving schematic: Covered cabin, bamboo sudare blinds, kichō state curtains, ornate black-and-gold lacquer, no driver's seat—handler walks beside ox. Requires small rear ladder for entry.

MANDARK Perfect. And bring a velvet cushion. I refuse to ride like a peasant.

The robots scurry off-screen. Moments later, a massive, elaborate gissha rolls into the lab from a hidden garage door—polished black wood with gold accents, intricate lattice panels, colorful painted motifs (greens, blues, reds), large spoked wheels, and a team of robotic handlers leading a very confused but real ox (pulled from who-knows-where).

Mandark tosses his suitcases inside the cabin, climbs the tiny rear ladder with dramatic flair, and settles on the plush cushion. He crosses his legs like a villainous emperor.

MANDARK Close the kichō curtains! Lower the sudare blinds! Privacy is power!

The robots obey: Billowing red-and-white kichō curtains are positioned around the interior partitions and doors. The bamboo sudare blinds roll down over the windows, leaving thin slits for peeking.

The ox is led forward. The gissha begins its slow, stately roll out of the garage and onto the suburban street.

INT. GISSHA CABIN – MOVING

Mandark smirks, parting a front sudare blind slightly with one finger. He peers out at passing houses, then ducks back inside.

MANDARK (quiet, sinister) They think they can tame me with peace and love? Ha! Once I reach Dexter's… I'll regroup, rebuild, and conquer! Mwahahaha—!

He throws his head back for a full evil laugh that echoes inside the tiny, rocking cabin.

CUT TO:

INT. DEXTER'S HOUSE – KITCHEN – DAY

Dexter's Mom hums cheerfully while washing dishes. Dexter's Dad sits at the table, reading the newspaper (headline: "Local Boy Invents New Kind of Toast").

Dexter (in his lab coat) and Dee Dee (twirling) enter, hungry.

DEXTER'S MOM Lunch is ready, kids! Grilled cheese and tomato soup!

She sets plates down. Suddenly—CLOP CLOP CLOP. An ox snorts loudly right outside the window.

DEXTER'S DAD (lowering paper) Dexter, son? I think there's… an ox at the door.

DEXTER (confused) An ox? In our neighborhood? This defies all logic!

Dee Dee bounces up.

DEE DEE Yay! An ox! Can I pet it?!

Dexter sighs, gets up. Dee Dee follows. They open the front door.

EXT. DEXTER'S FRONT PORCH – CONTINUOUS

A massive, ornate gissha blocks the driveway. The ox snorts steam. Robotic handlers stand silently beside it.

Dexter stares, slack-jawed. Dee Dee's eyes sparkle.

DEXTER What in the name of science is THAT?!

DEE DEE It's like a fairy-tale carriage! So pretty!

Dexter approaches cautiously.

DEXTER (to robots) You! Robot minions! Where is your master?!

One robot reaches up and—slowly, ceremoniously—raises the front sudare blinds. Another parts the billowing kichō curtains.

Inside, Mandark sits cross-legged on his cushion, suitcases stacked neatly, smirking like royalty.

MANDARK Greetings, Dexter. Greetings… Dee Dee.

His eyes lock on Dee Dee. Hearts practically pop in his pupils. He blushes furiously.

MANDARK (soft, dreamy) Dee Dee…

DEXTER (outraged) Mandark?! What are you doing here—in a… a Heian-era noble carriage?!

DEE DEE (clapping) Yay! Mandark ran away from home?!

MANDARK (nodding solemnly) Indeed. I have fled the tyranny of peace, love, and environmental harmony. My parents—Oceanbird and Windbear—insisted I meditate, recycle, and chant mantras instead of plotting world domination! It goes against my very nature!

DEXTER (eyes widening) So you… ran away? To MY house?!

MANDARK Temporarily! Until I can regroup and—

He glances at Dee Dee again, melting.

Dexter notices. He grabs Dee Dee by the shoulders and shoves her gently but firmly back toward the kitchen chair.

DEXTER Dee Dee, go eat your soup. Now.

DEE DEE Awww…

Dexter turns back to Mandark.

DEXTER You must apologize to your parents, Mandark. Running away solves nothing. Even evil geniuses need… family therapy?

MANDARK (considering, then brightening) Apologize? Yes… perhaps a strategic retreat is in order. I shall return and DEMAND they cease this hippie nonsense!

MANDARK (to robots) About face! To the Astronomonov residence!

The robots nod. Sudare blinds lower again. Kichō curtains billow back into place. The ox plods forward. The gissha rolls away at its glacial, stately pace.

DEXTER (watching it go) Only Mandark would run away from home… in an imperial ox carriage.

DEE DEE (from inside) It was so romantic!

Dexter facepalms.

CUT TO:

EXT. MANDARK'S HOUSE – LATER

The gissha arrives. Oceanbird and Windbear pace the porch, worried.

OCEANBIRD Oh, Windbear, our little Susan has been gone for hours! The universe's flow is disrupted!

WINDBEAR We must send positive vibes…

The doorbell rings (or rather, a robotic knock).

Oceanbird opens the door.

The gissha is parked. Blinds rise, curtains part.

Mandark steps out (via ladder), trying to look dignified.

OCEANBIRD & WINDBEAR (together, relieved) Susan!

OCEANBIRD Oh, baby, we're so sorry you ran away!

WINDBEAR We were wrong to force all that peace and love on you. From now on, we'll support whatever makes your soul sing—even if it's… evil schemes and world domination!

MANDARK (stunned) You… you will?

OCEANBIRD Yes! We'll even help you build bigger lasers!

MANDARK (eyes wide) Bigger… lasers?

His brain short-circuits from the shock of parental approval. He sways.

MANDARK (weakly) This… this is too much harmony…

He faints dramatically, collapsing backward into the waiting arms of his robots.

OCEANBIRD (softly) Poor Susan. Let's get him inside for some herbal tea.

WINDBEAR And maybe a little light chanting…

IRIS OUT.

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