Meanwhile, at Plotline Hotline, things were getting scary. No posts had been made for quite some time, which endangered the jobs of all the Plotline Hotline workers. Bringing out the Plot-O'-Matic machine, Jim Drab (the host) fed in their predictament on a little slip of paper. The Plot-O'-Matic burped, then ejected a new slip of paper. It read;

Plotline, Hotline, puzzlement you Got Mine, I'm really at a loss.
No plot, Ho plot, solution I do Know not, why don't you ask the boss?

Jim Drab took this as excellect advice, after he had run it through a De-Rhymer brand Translator, so he went to the vaulted realms of Mr. Continuity, the ruler of all plots for the War Tavern. Imagine a mix between Heaven's artwork, Darkness' ideas, J2LC Recharge's colors and NatureRuin's coolness, all merged into one amazing castle, eyecandy flowing so literally you could catch it in a cup and pour it upon your own tilesets, and see them jump into life. That could give you an idea what the realms of Continuity are like, if only in looks. Jim Drab, however, wearing his patented Drabby Glasses saw only the artwork of {ET1}, the ideas of Green Matrix, the colors of Moon Station and the coolness of Simple. This was mainly to contain his emotions, and be able to appear before the great Continuity in a more respectable fashion.

However, when Jim Drab reached the end of his quest, as many Waldos had done before, he saw and said something many have done before. "Ahhhh! Someone killed Mr. Continuity!!!!"


Unknown Rabbit struggled to keep his eyelids open. "Beauman, rest assured, the BACTA FLUIDs are NOT going to like this."
"BACTA FLUIDS?"
"Beaurocrats Against Cruelty To Animals who Furthermore Like Utilizing Investigative Dimwits."
"Oh... So how come when it's a TURTLE getting all chewed up and all you don't mind?"
"I never said that I mind Cannibal Feud.... on the outside, that is."
"Oh, I see. Remind me, why am I even sitting here anyhow? I should probably be selling souveneirs and little action figurines back at the 'Tavern!"


Back to the Future....

The Director of Jurassic Park Something or Other (TDJPSO) was screaming at the cameraman. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, OUR STAR JUST VANISHED INTO THIN AIR, USING ONE OF THE MOST BRILLIANT SPECIAL EFFECTS SEEN IN ALL TIME, AND YOU DIDN'T GET IT ON FILM?!?!?!?!?"
The cameraman, who was not paticularly bright, answered brightly. "I mean our star just vanished into thin air, using one of the most brilliant special effects seen in all time, and I didn't get it on film!"
TDJPSO went from white, to decidedly dark pink, to scarlet, to indigo, to lilac, to lavender and finally all the way to deepest opal before shouting "FIRE THIS IDIOT INSTANTLY!!!!"
Two guards walked over, picked the cameraman up by his armpits and walked him over to a large cannon. He was promptly fired. No sooner had this happened, however, then a human body fell onto the ground in front of TDJPSO, quickly followed by a lot of space junk. Shaking the body, TDJPSO - still in a bad mood - demanded to know where it had come from, where it was going, what was its name and why didn't the vikings beat the spaceships in the famous match during 3076. Groggily, the human body replied.
"I came from Earth, 2001, where I was suddenly snatched to a place called the War Tavern by a man called Beauman. He then took me along with him in some sort of mission involving a Golden Knight and Jurassic Park big number. I'm going to... faint, I think. My name is Shigeru Miyamoto, and I wasn't around in 3076."
"Beauman?!? That interdemensional trouble maker? Film Crew, grab some spaceships with time warps, we're going to the War Tavern, 2001!!!"
It was the costar who asked why. She hadn't been listening, just struggling to breath in the tight outfit required for her part.
"WHY?!? To both get our star back, and apprehend Beauman! WHY ELSE?!?"
"You've got a point there....."


Jim Drab repeated what he had screamed again, to make sure he had gotten it right. Walking over to a large portrait, decorated with pictures of Razz and Snaz upon the frame, Jim repeated an anicent verse with a slight modification. "Mirrow, Mirrow, on the wall, who was the one who made Mr. Continuity fall?"
"Blagagna was the one, that chip off the brick, that son of a gun. He shot and maimed the poor old man, then hurled him through space as fast as he can."
"Mirrow, Mirrow, on the wall, show me the evil one with such gall."
With a movie special effect, the portrait twisted into a moving picture, always focusing on Blagagna. He was currently shooting and maiming and hurling through space the horse of Freelance, now known as Ancosyd. A few minutes later, Blagagna went into the War Tavern, where he was greeted like an old friend by another rabbit.
"Mirrow, Mirrow, tileset maker, who is Blagagna's friend, what namesaker?"
"The one who greats Blagagna in a manner sublime, is the possessor of a name that can simply not rhyme!"
"Mirrow's portrait, all the same, I would be obliged if you would just tell me the name. If you would please stop your rhyming, it may be enough to stop some two timing."
The portrait of Mirrow replied sulkily. "Fine. His name is Kovu."
"He must be an accomplice! KOVU MUST DIE!"