Ai created Story (of Comedy Nature)

[drslump99]

out of Boredom while in Transit, I asked the AI on my phone to write me a story with the following:


Yes, please write a story with Dalton as Bond one more time, with the following
1. Mission - remove a Mad Donald Trump, who aspires to be the next dr evil, from office
2. Genre - a comedy (form of naked gun)
3. Location - In space (spoof of Space Ball)
4. Period - Long Long Ago but not far too
5. Length of story - as long as possible
6. Instead of Mi6, James Report to MiB
7. Cameos - Superman, Batman, Ironman, Captain America
8. Falls in love to Black Widow
9. also in MiB, with Tom Cruise agent Austin Powers in Kilt - nothings worn underneath and Harrison Ford as agent Frank Drebin - everything he looks resemble a pair of perfectly form Breast.

no copyright infringement intended ...... and look what Ai spits out :-

Alright, buckle up! Prepare for a Bond adventure unlike any other, where the suave grit of Timothy Dalton collides with the absurd hilarity of Naked Gun and the vast emptiness of... well, mostly empty space.
James Bond in "Moonraker Mayhem: From Russia With Rockets (Probably)"
1. Mission Improbable (and In Space!)
The year is… well, it feels like a Tuesday that’s gone on way too long. Across the inky blackness, a colossal, gold-plated space station shaped suspiciously like a gaudy casino orbits a rather bewildered-looking Earth. This is "Trump Towers Galactic," the opulent lair of one "Mad" Donald Grump, a former reality television personality and purveyor of questionable hairpieces, now inexplicably the self-proclaimed Emperor of Space and aspiring Dr. Evil. His nefarious plan? To install giant, golden "Grump" statues on every celestial body in the solar system, starting with a particularly tasteful (and YUGE) one on the Moon, thereby blocking all reasonable Wi-Fi signals and forcing everyone to buy his overpriced "GrumpNet" service. The fate of online cat videos and sensible international relations hangs in the balance.
In the subterranean depths of MiB (Men in Beige), located surprisingly beneath a rather unremarkable Greggs bakery in Slough, a perpetually exasperated Agent 007 (Timothy Dalton, looking remarkably well for someone who hasn’t aged a day since 1989) is being briefed. Instead of M, he faces a perpetually bored bureaucrat known only as "Bartholomew 'Barty' Crumb," who sips lukewarm tea from a chipped "Keep Calm and Carry On... Eventually" mug.
"Right, Bond," Crumb drones, adjusting his spectacles precariously. "Intelligence suggests this 'Grump' chap is… well, a bit of a space oddity. Thinks he’s got a ray gun that turns asteroids into golf balls. Nasty business. We need you to… de-orbit him. Figuratively speaking, of course. Regulations."
Bond raises a skeptical eyebrow. "De-orbit? From office? In space? Bartholomew, have you been at the sherry again?"
Just then, a blur of poorly concealed muscle and even worse hair bursts into the room. It’s Agent Austin Powers (Tom Cruise in a surprisingly fetching tartan kilt, revealing absolutely nothing underneath). "Yeah, baby! Grump is, like, totally ungroovy! We gotta shag his pad, man! Groovy!" He then proceeds to do a little jig, nearly tripping over his space boots.
Before Bond can process this psychedelic intrusion, another figure stumbles in, bumping into a filing cabinet. It’s Agent Frank Drebin (Harrison Ford, looking utterly bewildered). He peers at the fallen cabinet, then squints at Bond. "Say, that cabinet… those handles… they really remind me of a well-formed pair of… you know." He trails off, shaking his head in confusion. Everything in the MiB office, from the stapler to Bartholomew’s tea cozy, seems to trigger this peculiar association.
2. Into the Beige Beyond
Bond is reluctantly equipped with the MiB’s latest gadgetry: a laser-powered bagpipe (surprisingly effective at disabling security drones), a pair of anti-gravity suspenders that keep threatening to detach, and a vial of "De-Grump-ifier" – a fizzy liquid that allegedly makes bad ideas evaporate. His spacecraft? A heavily modified beige Ford Cortina with surprisingly robust rocket boosters.
His mission takes him to Trump Towers Galactic, a monument to questionable taste. Gold-plated everything, portraits of Grump in various ludicrous space helmets, and a constant loop of a self-congratulatory jingle fill the sterile corridors.
3. Close Encounters of the Hilarious Kind
Navigating the station, Bond encounters a motley crew of Grump’s space goons: surprisingly polite aliens in ill-fitting "Make Space Great Again" hats, disgruntled robots complaining about their low processing power, and a squadron of heavily armed but perpetually lost interns.
During a tense standoff in a zero-gravity cocktail lounge (where the martinis are shaken, not stirred, and then promptly float away), Bond bumps into a sleek, formidable figure in a black spacesuit. It's Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow (looking utterly stunning even in zero-g). It turns out she's on a similar mission, sent by a shadowy intergalactic organization to… well, she’s not entirely clear on the details, but it involves stopping Grump from using his giant golden statues to somehow disrupt interdimensional reality television ratings.
Their initial interactions are a delightful clash of Bond's dry wit and Natasha's sardonic pragmatism. He attempts a classic Bond line ("The name's Bond, James Bond"), to which she replies, "Yeah, I read the file. We're in space, try to be original." Despite this rocky start, a spark ignites amidst the floating peanuts and spilled cosmic daiquiris.
4. Cameo Calamity
Their infiltration is predictably chaotic, often coinciding with the equally inept attempts of Agents Powers and Drebin. Powers tries to seduce a security guard with his questionable Austin-isms, only to realize the guard is a silicon-based lifeform with no concept of human attraction. Drebin, meanwhile, keeps mistaking laser cannons for particularly pointy… "never mind," he mutters to himself.
At one point, while trying to disable a security system, Bond and Natasha stumble upon the station's bizarre "Hall of Earth Heroes," where poorly rendered holograms of Superman, Batman, Ironman, and Captain America stand awkwardly. Superman keeps phasing through the wall, Batman’s voice modulator is stuck on a chipmunk setting, Ironman's suit keeps malfunctioning and playing disco music, and Captain America seems to be perpetually asking if anyone has seen his shield (which is inexplicably being used as a drinks tray by a passing alien).
5. The Grump Factor
They finally confront Mad Donald Grump in his ridiculously oversized control room, filled with blinking lights and a giant golden lever labeled "Make the Moon Great Again." Grump, wearing a spacesuit several sizes too big and a gravity-defying toupee that seems to have a life of its own, rants about his genius plan and insults their hairstyles.
"You losers will never understand my vision!" he bellows. "Everyone will love my statues! They're the best statues! The most tremendous statues! Sad!"
Bond, ever the pragmatist, tries a diplomatic approach. "Mr. Grump, I think you'll find that plastering the solar system with oversized effigies of yourself might be… unpopular."
Grump scoffs. "Unpopular? Fake news! Everyone loves gold! And me!"
6. De-Grump-ification and Departure
The climax involves a chaotic zero-gravity struggle, Agent Powers accidentally setting off the laser bagpipes, which somehow short-circuits the Moon statue’s deployment system, and Agent Drebin mistaking the main control panel for a particularly suggestive… well, you get the idea.
Finally, Bond manages to deploy the "De-Grump-ifier." A fizzy cloud erupts, engulfing Grump. When it clears, he’s still there, but his grandiose plans seem to have… deflated. He starts complaining about the lack of decent fast-food options in space and the unfairness of intergalactic tax laws. The threat, it seems, has been… mildly inconvenienced into submission.
As the beige Cortina rockets back towards Earth, Bond and Natasha share a knowing glance. He offers her a slightly bruised space banana. She smiles. "Maybe space isn't so bad after all, Bond."
"Indeed," he replies, adjusting his perpetually perfect tuxedo, even in zero-g. "Though I do prefer my martinis on solid ground."
Back at MiB, Bartholomew Crumb looks even more bored. "Right, Bond. Next mission… someone’s put the milk in before the tea in sector gamma-nine. Terribly unsporting."
Agent Powers is attempting to teach Agent Drebin the "Austin Powers pelvic thrust," with predictably disastrous and mammary-related results.
And somewhere in the vast emptiness of space, Mad Donald Grump is trying to convince a confused alien delivery driver to accept "Galactic Grump Bucks" for a lifetime supply of hairspray.
The End (for now… maybe?)