: Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Space Ghost and Bill Nye the Science Guy The story should use murder as a plot device!

Ghost Planet:

On it's surface is a certain innocence, nothing more than rocks and surface of soulless gray and craters of little more than black nothingness, a lifeless husk of nothingness, the size of a mere meteor, it barely qualifies as a moon, let only a planet.

However, much like a man lost in his own corruption, Ghost Planet holds a deep layer of lies and filth beneath it's soullessness. A layer where death and decay are merely the norm, a layer where the wicked and the foolish triumph over the meek and the heroic, a layer where the prose is a deep, dark purple.

Our tale of lies and hate for today takes place within a seemingly humble Television Studio atop the soulless husk that is Ghost Planet. The 28th season of "Space Ghost: Coast to Coast" is about to finish up filming it's season finale.

"Welcome back, dear viewer!" Space Ghost says to the camera as he sits at his desk, his gentle but masculine George Lowe voice giving us all a feeling of warm invitation. "Now that we're done with my 84 minute monologue about why i deserve a green lantern ring more than Hal Jordan is over, we can finally begin with tonight's guest! Please give a warm welcome to Bill Nye the Science guy!"

The television monitor that contains every Space Ghost guest ever slowly pans down, in it's mocking, pretentious glare we see the dead body of Bill Nye, impaled in the torso by an iron pipe.

"Welcome to the show Bill!" says Space Ghost, oblivious to the fact that there's a motherfucking iron pipe in Bill's torso.

Bill Nye's corpse, unsurprisingly, gives Space Ghost no response.

Space Ghost, still ignorant to the fact that Bill Nye's corpse has is covered in it's own blood and has half it's face smashed in, it's brains leaking out and it's glasses cracked in half, proceeds to continue to wait for a response.

Space Ghost sits there, completely silent, waiting for a reply. The cold wind of Ghost Planet blows across the forgotten Television studio's massive window as little more than the airless silence of space gives Space Ghost his long awaited reply.

Space Ghost's face never draws away from his ignorant smile of obliviousness as the corpse of Bill Nye slowly rots away every second. The cold, dim light of the television screen

This seriously goes on for about five minutes.

"Wait a minute..." Space Ghost says, something finally clicking in his empty head.

Space Ghost stands up and proceeds to rub his hand all over the Television screen.

"My god... He's dead!" Space Ghost finally realizes.

"Maybe he decided to kill himself somewhere around the 45th minute of your speech about how Hal Jordan is a yellow belly coward and you're the super cool big kid of the sandbox." Said Zorak, sitting inside his piano prison.

"First of all: I did not call Hal Jordan a yellow belly coward. I clearly said he was a cry baby mama's boy and liked to smell his own butt." Said Space Ghost. "Second of all, No one kills themself by impaling their torso with a pipe and beating their face in. I know that for a fact, I've seen CSI."

"You watch CSI? Since when?" asked Zorak.

Space Ghost was brought to a confused silence.

"...Gee Zorak, that sounds like a question that..." Space Ghost proceeds to look into the camera. "A MURDERER would ask!"

Zorak didn't really respond.

"...A murderer would ask you when you started watching CSI?" Inquired Moltar in his control room.

"Yep, that's exactly what a murderer would ask!" Space Ghost responded. "In fact, i'm completely convinced Zorak killed Bill."

"Alright, let's assume for a moment that your assumption is correct and i did kill Bill Nye," Said Zorak. "What, may i inquire, would be my motivation?"

"...Well i don't know." Said Space Ghost. "It just... sorta seems like something you'd do."

"Hmm, actually that DOES totally seem like something i'd do." Said Zorak. "But i DIDN'T do it, not this time anyway."

"Oh..." Said Space Ghost, taking Zorak's word for it. "Than who did do it?"

"I guess we'll never know." Replied Moltar.

<The End>