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Bunsen and beaker were sharing a disheveled looking bed in a darkened room.
Bunsen wasn't wearing his glasses, but regardless had a very content looking smile on his face.
Beaker however, who laid beside the green melon nerd, looked nervous, having the covers pulled up to his nose to cower behind, and he kept glancing at the muppet beside him.
Clearly, Beaker had something on his mind.
mustering up some courage, he lowered the blanket, opening his mouth to speak, but hesitating.
he turned away to look back at the ceiling thoughtfully for a moment, lowering the blankets further to reveal more of his face as he made a soft “hmmm” sound, searching for the words to use.
trying again, he turned to look at Bunsen, this time letting out a
“Meep mee?”
“Hmm? Yes Beakie?”
Bunsen keeping his gaze on the ceiling, but turning slightly towards Beaker as he responded, which prompted Beaker to let off a string of shy, questioning sounding meeps, before pulling the covers back up to his nose.
“Try something new? Hmmmm!....”
Bunsen sounding positively intrigued at the idea, even going so far as to rub his chin with one hand in thought.
“Well you know me, I'm always happy to experiment! Did you have anything particular in mind Beakie dear?”
Beaker shied away just a little bit more and mumbled something under the covers.
“What was that Beakie?”
Bunsen sitting up in bed and grabbing his glasses from the nightstand so he could actually see the nervous redhead.
Beaker mumbled again from under the covers, this time loud enough to hear.
“Jumper cables?”
Bunsen repeated.
And Beaker nodded.
10 minutes later and the bedroom had a bad case of being on fire, with a soot covered Bunsen chasing around a screaming, on fire Beaker with a fire extinguisher before the panicked muppet could spread the fire anywhere else in the house.
when all the fires were put out, Bunsen sat down on the still slightly smoldering bed, holding his head in his hands and looking to be in a bit of a huff.
“Oh Beakie, i'm afraid I've gone and spoiled our whole evening.”
from his place laying flat on the floor, covered in soot and extinguisher foam, Beaker let out a wheeze and a lungful of smoke.
“I'm just still so new to this whole romantic relationship thing, but I should have known that a lifetime of scientific endeavor is no substitute for actual experience in this matter.”
Bunsen lets off a huff and slumps more against his hands and bed, before he suddenly gets a thoughtful look.
“Or maybe….that's it! This shouldn't be any different than any other setback in the lab, we just need to do a little research! Perhaps even consult some other scientists more focused on this field.
Or, well, whatever the equivalent to a scientist is when it comes to unconventional intimacy in romantic relationships. What do you think Beakie?”
he gets no response.
“Beakie?”
he repeats, before taking a closer look at his boyfriend, and he finally notices a soft snoring coming from Beaker on the floor.
“What? Beaker! Have you been listening at all!?”
And Beaker startles awake with some panicked meeping as he sits up, revealing a near perfect blast imprint of his head and shoulders on the carpet from the foam that traced around his form on the blackened carpet.
“Beakie, I said I think we should talk to an expert about our relationship!”
“MEEP!!!”
Beakers shout fearful, assuming the worst.
“Yes, I'm thinking jumper-cables might have been a bit too advanced for just starting out, and we should maybe talk to someone with more experience for guidance!”
Beaker let out a big exhausted sigh of relief, and let himself fall back to the floor with a soft splat.
Sometime later, they were out on the town in their casual clothes. Although Beaker more casual than Bunsen, as Bunsens idea of casual was a full suit and tie that made him look like an ivy league professor.
From the look of the dirty street lit mostly by the neon glow of suggestive signs, they were in a pretty seedy part of town.
though Bunsen seemed unperturbed, glancing at a piece of paper he held in one hand cheerfully as poor Beaker surveyed his surroundings nervously.
“Meep me mee me me me?”
“Yes I'm sure we're in the right neighborhood, it's says right here on the directions. And I quote...”
Bunsen fluffs out the paper proudly, before doing an approximate imitation of a thick Spanish accent as he reads
“It should be about two blocks past the spicy video rental place okaay? If you reach the sign with the three topless ladies you've gone too far.”
dropping the poor excuse for an accent as he looks up and continues with
“And look, there's the spicy movie rental store now! So we're almost there”
as he points, the camera cuts to show an adult pornography store with a chilli pepper theme for its sign.
Turning back to the two of them, Beaker scooches in a bit closer, his face disappearing into his shirt, and let's lets off another sentence of nervous meeping, to which Bunsen replies,
“Nonsense Beaker, there's no turning back now! And besides, according to Pepe’ this is the place for us! Or at least, it's the only place he could think of for help with our ‘weird science thing’.....
Regardless I'm sure it'll be a hoot!”
Bunsen takes off excitedly, with Beaker needing a moment to realise Bunsen left, and running to catch up. They soon come to a halt however, as Bunsen pauses in front of a building, glancing between the paper and the structure a few times as Beaker walks up behind him.
“Yep! This must be the place! Come along now Beakie.”
He lets off a worried sounding meep in response as he follows, but hesitates when Bunsen opens the door, releasing a red glow into the street.
Holding the door open for a moment, having expected Beaker to be right behind him, when he glances back to see Beakers hesitation, he instead chooses to step to the side, holding the door open in a gentlemanly fashion for his boyfriend, looking at him with that familiar smile of a man eager to test out a new experiment, and possibly put Beaker in a full body cast…
Beaker steels his resolve.
It looks like it's his turn to lead the way.
Or rather it's time for him to be the meat shield for whatever terrifying and/or embarrassing new place Bunsen had thought to drag him too.
He pauses for a nervous gulp, then heads in.
The entrance leads into a short hallway, ending at an empty booth with a closed door beside it. The hallway itself having a bit of a gothic, old fashioned look to it, with velvety carpets and a chandelier, but with everything being a dark red with black trim, and the only non-red light being a desk lamp at the booth.
Beaker takes a moment to look around, while behind him, Bunsen takes off his coat to put on the coat rack by the door.
Noticing a silver service bell on the counter Beaker goes and gives it a tap.
At the sound of the ding, they can hear some activity from behind the door, and a muffled feminine voice asking
“Is that my 8 o'clock? They're early.”
followed by some shuffling sounds before the door opens, revealing a woman who was pretty clearly a dominatrix, with tall black leather boots, black leather corset with mini skirt, and even a black bullwhip hanging at her side.
She at first behaves seductively, but that changes somewhat as she sets eyes on the two.
“Oh, we've got a walk in.”
she closes the door behind her, and goes to stand at the booth, leaning against it.
“So what brings you boys to this ‘fine establishment’? Cus if you're looking to hop right into the action, I'm afraid we're booked for the evening, and if you're lookin to use the bathroom, try the place next door.”
Bunsen takes the initiative to answer, stepping forward while Beaker falls in behind.
“Ah yes, hello madam! I am Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, and this is my partner, Beaker.”
Beaker does a nervous little wave in greeting.
“We happen to be looking for advice and guidance on how to ‘spice things up’, so to speak, for the more intimate aspects of our relationship.”
with a hint of dismissive disbelief on her face and mockery in her tone, she responds,
“And this was the first place you thought to look, huh?”
Though Bunsen apparently doesn’t pick up on the tone and just enthusiastically continues with,
“Why yes! It came highly recommended by one of our colleagues. I dare say he described it as literally the only place he could think of that could possibly suit our needs!”
She takes another sceptical look at the two before her. She knew she shouldn't judge books by their cover, but man was this cover screaming that someone must've sent over some gullible nerds as a prank.
Still, it’s not like she’s getting paid to turn away potential customers just for being nerdy.
She writes some stuff down in the book in front of her and says.
“Alright then, you're gonna wanna talk to the mistress. Although she’s with a client right now though, so you boys’ll have a bit of a wait ahead of you. ”
she closes the book and goes to open the door.
“Follow me, I'll show you to her office.”
They follow her through the door into a hallway styled similarly to the room they had just came from, except with dimmer lighting and more doorways branching off of it, some with unsettling noises coming from them, though with most of the doors being closed.
Though as they pass by one, Beaker gets a glimpse of the interior of one of the rooms, and pauses for just a moment to see a muppet rat woman in dominatrix gear, but with the addition of black rubber gloves and a black taser in one hand. She was lounging in a seductive pose on top of a small rubber mat, which was then on the belly of a large purple monster who was chained to a table. The rat gave Beaker a sly look before tasering the monster below her, which caused the purple monster to convulse from the electrocution and Beaker to let off a meep of panic and run back over to Bunsen.
They soon come to a door that was a bit more grandiose than the others, with a set of 4 chairs off to the side of it that was clearly meant for those waiting to see this “mistress”.
Their guide dominatrix opens the door enough just to pop her head in and say a few words, before she closes it again and turns to the muppet pair.
“Alright you two. Just sit tight. The mistress will let you know when she’s ready to see you.”
“Can do madam.”
Bunsen replies with enthusiasm while Beaker takes a seat behind them.
As their guide saunters off, Bunsen takes his seat next to Beaker and begins their wait.
Jump cut to some time later, and you see a new person has taken a seat next to Beaker and has struck up a conversation with the scientific assistant, this person being a man in leather bondage gear and handcuffs. With an oddly surfer dude-esk tone, he says,
“Wow, electrocuted AND set on fire? That’s hard core man.”
And Beaker turns away in thought, making a somewhat pleased and intrigued “Hmmmmm.” sound at the admiration from the man. Clearly still not quite comfortable and still rather unsure of things based on his posture, but still feeling pretty positive about the compliment.
The door beside them opens, drawing the attention of the two muppets.
“Well that must be our cue. Come along now Beaker.”
And the two of them rise from their chairs and head to the door, Beaker returning a wave goodbye to the black leather clad man, before following Bunsen into the room.
Only to stop in shock, as the room seemed almost like some sort of haunted house trophy room of all manner of torture implements!
Beakers attention darted around the room, letting out little gasps of fear as each new thing on the wall or on a shelf seemed more intimidating than the last.
Before long he was reduced to turtleing in his shirt and hiding behind Bunsen as he shook with fear.
Though oblivious as ever, Bunsen took a seat in front of the desk of “the mistress”. A middle aged woman in an elaborate and intimidating costume of leather and spikes.
(insert them talking and giving some relationship advice)
“Role play you say? Well I did dabble a bit during my college years, I suppose it would be interesting to give it another shot for Beakies sake.”
“Well you can try it out and see how you feel, and if you still have any questions or think you're ready for something more intense, you can come back here.”
The next afternoon, we see Bunsen and Beaker dressed up as a wizard and a knight sitting around a table with a few other muppets obviously playing a tabletop rpg.
“Oh Beakie, this is wonderful! It has been too long since I partook in some good old D n’ D.
The whimsy, the adventure, the finding of creative solutions to fantastical problems… the graph paper.”
he says that last but with particular fondness as he strokes some paper, before continuing,
“Now this is how to have a fun time!”
Beaker replying with a confident
“Mmmmmm-hmmmm!”
Of agreement. Before Bunsen continues
“Although I have to admit, I don't see how this is supposed to help with our…”
Bunsen pauses, before leaning in closer to whisper to Beaker
“Intimate relationship.”
Causing beaker to let off a quizzical hummm. Clearly having forgotten that was what they were supposed to be doing. Though quickly being distracted as the large muppet bear Bobo next to him asks.
Bobo the bear: I forget, am I supposed to roll a d-6 or a d-10?
beaker: meep me.
bobo:......yeah that didn't really clarify. I'm just gonna roll a d-10
and they all continue their game.