In the vibrant and colorful world of 1980s television, a new spinoff show was born, inspired by the wildly popular slime-filled phenomenon. This show, however, had a quirky twist. Instead of the iconic green slime, it featured a yellow muck that bore an uncanny resemblance to its green predecessor. The show's catchphrase was "don't blame me," serving as a humorous trigger phrase for the sliming antics that would follow.

Our story begins with Tanya, a charismatic and confident participant who finds herself unwittingly caught up in the show's shenanigans. Having learned from past experiences, Tanya is determined not to utter those fateful words that would bring a deluge of slime upon her. She decides to play along but deny the show its expected spectacle.

Tanya was dressed in a yellow ribbed Henley crop top, black denim booty shorts, black Wigwam sport slouch socks and a pair of bright white leather Keds tennis shoes. Her hair was dirty blonde. Her skin tone was olive complexion. Her makeup was done just right. Her outfit was so tight on her body.

As the cameras roll, Tanya addresses the audience with a mischievous smile. "Okay, well, I'm back! I see you've brought me onto another show. But this time, I know better than to say those words. The ones that make all the slime rain down on my head. I won't let that happen again. I'll just stand here for a few minutes, clean and dry, and you'll be sorely disappointed. And remember, it won't be my fault, so don't blame me!"

However, the show's assistant, mischievously positioned off-screen, has other plans. Unbeknownst to Tanya, the assistant promptly dumps an entire bucket of yellow slime from a great height, directly onto Tanya's unsuspecting head. With her hands firmly at her side, Tanya glances upward, calmly observing the cascade of yellow muck as it covers her from head to toe. Once the slime has finished pouring, she looks forward, her expression revealing a mix of slight frustration and mild surprise.

"Okay, wait, so we're not doing the whole 'I don't know' thing anymore?" Tanya muses, realizing that the show has veered off its predictable course.

Before she can fully comprehend the situation, the assistant strikes again, this time with a bucket of green slime. Once again, Tanya maintains her composure, casually glancing upward to witness the vibrant green slime enveloping her. As the last drops fall, she looks forward once more, her face displaying a mixture of bemusement and a touch of bewilderment.

"Every time. He gets me every time. How does he do it? I swear..." Tanya murmurs, resigned to the fact that she has fallen into the same trap yet again.

Still maintaining her poise, Tanya moves forward. "Okay, well, at least I know how to get cleaned up," she declares confidently, ready to demonstrate her mastery over the situation. "Water!" she calls out, expecting the familiar shower of water to wash away the colorful mess.

To her surprise, nothing happens. The anticipated cascade of water fails to materialize, leaving Tanya momentarily puzzled. She questions, "Is there a drought?" But just as her words trail off, water suddenly falls from above, drenching her head and completing the chaotic transformation.

With a sly smile, Tanya embraces the absurdity of the situation, realizing that she may never fully comprehend the show's tricks. Yet, despite the unexpected turn of events, she maintains her sense of humor, ready to face whatever challenges the show throws her way.

As the cameras continue to roll, Tanya takes a deep breath, ready for the next twist in this delightful, messy adventure. After all, it's all in good fun, and she knows that in the world of slime-filled entertainment, surprises are just around the corner.