Professor Beaker slumped into his place out on the aisle,

insisting Igor take the window seat,

their Spambot sat between them with his little meaty smile,

they quickly climbed to thirty thousand feet.

For Igor, it was terrifying, leaving Mother Earth,

the very thought of flying was insane,

a man's a man - a bird's a bird - determined by their birth,

he'd never even sat inside a plane!

The jet soon leveled out, the hostess came along the deck,

dispensing drinks and peanuts - all for free,

young Igor grabbed a scotch and poured it quickly down his neck,

and then he asked her for another three!

They didn't have a fitting drink for Spambot's meaty taste,

the hostess was a gem, and came to aid,

she mixed some stock with vinaigrette, and pre-mixed turkey baste,

then served him up delicious marinade.

As Igor started sleeping under influence of drink,

Professor Beaker sipped his cheap champagne,

the droning of the engines was an aid to help him think:

he's off to find the Yeti, once again!

The hours went by, then suddenly the engine on the right

let out a cough - he saw the hostess frown,

and then announce that all must do their belts up extra tight,

and Beaker knew the plane was going down!

He ran up to the cockpit, but the pilot shook his head,

"There's nothing I can do - the thing won't fly,

the main computer circuit's gone and all the software's dead,

we'll slow right down and fall out of the sky!"

"I have a plan," old Beaker cried, and grabbed an optic lead,

he plugged it in the console of the plane,

"I'll run and get my Spambot - he'll provide the cyber-feed,

then maybe we can start the thing again!"

He ran and fetched the robot and he set his mode to "hack"

the Spambot quickly supercharged the jet,

"Both engines now are running and our flight plan's back on track,

we're fine now, and we'll soon be in Tibet!"

So, Spambot was a hero, saving everyone on board,

they cheered him up and down the big airbus,

poor Igor missed the drama, in a drunken sleep he'd snored,

when woken up he muttered: "What's the fuss?"

Professor Beaker whispered: "This is not the place to talk,

the walls have ears, our safety's a mirage,

I checked the main computer, it was full of static chalk,

alas, my boy, it looks like sabotage!"

Yes, once again the enemy had Beaker in its sight,

and ready to commit a deadly crime,

just how will our brave trio stand up to the foe and fight?

I'm sorry, dearest reader - that's next time!

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