The 1:6 version of Bob Hope is traveling the world as he is hosted by GI Joe collectors around the globe. This page details Bob's stay with ScottE (aka HoloSuite) for an October 1999 week in Vermont and Points Above.
When last we saw Bob, the Space Station was reeling under the assault of an as yet unexplained biological outbreak. We join Bob as he waits in the upper cargo hold for a security officer to help him get off the station.
ASTRAL: Mr. Hope, I'm Astral Playne. I'm with security, and my job is to make sure you get off this station while you still can.
BOB: You don't know how pleased I am to meet you Officer Playne. Everybody else had emergency stations to attend to, and I was pretty much left entertaining the walls. Let me tell you, it's a tough room.
ASTRAL: Call me Astral. My Mom goes by Officer Playne. She's Officer Jane Playne. We don't have time for jokes, Mr. Hope, unless you can do them on the run. We've got to get three levels down to the escape pods before the contamination spreads throughout the station.
BOB: Call me Bob, Astral. Let me help you gear up, and then we can move out.
ASTRAL: Run this way Bob. The escape pods are just through this airlock. Hustle your butt, or we'll both get to see why Ripling wakes up screaming every night.
BOB: If I could run that way I would have looked a lot better in all those drag scenes. I'm going as fast as I can. My shows don't usually have quite so much aerobic exercise. It's been a long time since I've run after a woman.
BOB: Come with me Astral. You've done your job, now it's time to take care of yourself. Somebody's got to survive to let others know what's happened here. And besides, I don't know nothing about operating no escape pods.
ASTRAL: I can't, Bob. My duty is here. Ripling and Titanic are down in the cargo hold now, trying to contain the contamination. If I don't help, they don't stand a chance. The pods run on automatic. Just get in, and enjoy the view.
RIPLING: It's worse than I feared. Scalper Droppings have combined with Troll Sludge. The mutant result is overrunning the station.
TITANIC: Glad you could make it, A. Did Bob get off?
ASTRAL: I did everything I could for him, T. The rest is up to him. Right now we've got to contain these trolls before they reach full strength.
Their appetite for Good Joes is an awful thing to witness.
Our HollyWood Hero, Bob Hope, awaits rescue by the incomming shuttle.