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Frank Jones: Deleted Love Song
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Frank Jones, smitten with his lovely new robot wife, V.A.L., sings her a post coital love ballad that ended up on our cutting room floor.
Enjoy, and please stay tuned this Friday for Episode 8 of Laugh Force Alpha featuring the thrilling conclusion of Frank Jones and his robo-spouse!
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Frank Jones: Refresher Course in Training
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Hey kids, the conclusion of Frank Jones and his new Robo-wife comes out this Friday, but here’s part one again, just to keep you in the know. It’s robo-licous! PREPARE FOR DATA TRANSFER!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUPehJbHaZ0
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A Vault without a gun…
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Howdy there folks, it’s me, your LFA Historian, and gee whiz am I scared outta my wits this time. Found a new vault to explore, but it’s the creepiest damn stairway I ever saw, and I got no way to defend myself. If only I had a gun and not just some old Laugh Force Alpha sketch ABOUT guns. Oh well, this’ll have to do…
A Gun-Brought to you by Scrotco
…then again, I guess I could always send my Mom down there first. HEY MOM! There’s balloons… all colors down there. Why doncha head on down and get yourself a few dozen! Do they float? Yes indeed they do.
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Frank from the Vault
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LFA Historian here, and boy do I have big news. While shoveling some old Laugh Force Alpha memorabilia into the furnace for warmth today, mostly old Cowboy brand Rectal Thermometers that they took off the market for giving folks mercury poisoning after they shattered in peoples asses, which I do believe every last one did, well it was under all that malarkey that I found a trap door that led to hidden temple filled with horrible booby traps. Cautiously I descended into the temple. My Mom came with me. Well, someone had to make the sandwiches! Well after riding the cart through the fiery mine shaft, hopscotching the name of Mohamed over the bottomless pit, taking the invisible escalator, and then subsequently being chased by a giant rolling boulder that crushed my Mom, well friends, it was there that I found myself in a secret chamber that held the Holy Grail and an old Frank Jones 8-Track tape. Well the Knight of the Templar said I could only choose one or the other, so needless to say I hoofed it outta there with a fistful of Super Villain in Training.
You know, Frank Jones was a much different villain years ago. The Super Villain sketches of yore, or as I like to call them, Frank Jones: The College Years, were less concerned with total world domination, and more obsessed with annoying the general population. Here’s a clip of Frank working at the BMV. I like it! Why Mom, you haven’t looked THIS thin in years!
Frank Jones: Super Villain in Training - Episode 2: The BMV
Another jewel from the vault
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Oh, hello again. I’m your LFA Historian, and right now I’m perfecting my newest invention. It’s a radio/time machine. I like it! What’s it do, ya ask? You’re just like my mom. Always nagging me with your questions.
Did you make your bed? Is the laundry folded into perfect geometric shapes? Where did you hide my insulin?!?
Well luckily, you’re not my mom, so I WILL answer your question. Laugh Force Alpha is a comedy institution that’s been producing the ha-ha’s since 1902. Well unfortunately all the old vinyl recordings were lost in the great thermostat debate of 1927. This is where MY invention comes into play. With this baby I can pluck radio waves out of the air anywhere in the galaxy, no matter how old the signal might be. Well, here goes nothin’! I present to you, the first LFA sketch ever broadcast. It’s The Larry Langston’s Lower Lumbar Lube Comedy Hour! (Not really an hour, more like 2 minutes.) ENJOY!
MOM? Did you just find your insulin? I should’ve hid it someplace you’d never look… like under the bar of soap.