"I'm not sure they actaully told us where Blagagna was, did they?" asked a former employee called Druff. Dan Druff.
"But they got us out of a heap of trouble with those formidable Hedge Clippers, and that's worth rewarding!" responded a sturdy female employee with the namesake of Miss Directed.
"Yes," said Dan, "but this is our boss! If we went against our new boss, he might fire us and we'd have to go to Opposition's Opposition Publishing Co. Inc.!"
"Always a dreadful thing, Opposition's Opposition." replied the one who had started the whole conversation, a former former weight lifter named Stan Dear. "I hear you can't even wear AMAZING GUY! undershorts without being fired and sent to Opposition's Opposition's Opposition Publishing Co. Inc., also known as Opposition Publishing Co. Inc., which is where we work now."
Miss Directed puzzled on this for a moment, and then raised her index finger and said "So if we get fired from Opposition Publishing Co. Inc., we'd get sent to Opposition's Opposition Publishing Co. Inc., where we could get sent back here where it pays better just by sleeping under AMAZING GUY! bedsheets! We've got nothing to worry about! Let's try and save the Taverners!"
Stan Dear, in a futile attempt to be unoriginal, also raised his index finger. Thumbing through the pages, he hit upon "SAVING, SAVINGS, SAVING CREAM". Turning to Saving, Stan read the following.

''Saving people from evil tyrants is generally done by a group of middle age heros or four children and a dog. If you are neither of these, forget about it.''

Miss Directed looked beaten for a moment, then snapped her fingers. After the company doctor managed to put them back together, she said what she was going to say before being an invalid. "I've got it! Let's use some of the Plotline Hotline machines to get either a group of middle age heros or four children and a dog to rescue the Taverners from certain plot twists!"
Dan Druff brightened, then went out. When he came back in, he looked unhappy. This could or could not have something to do with the fact he was. "No can do, Dir'. They took away our PLHL keys after we were fired."
"Why were we fired, anyway?" asked Stan Dear, playing with his toes.
"We were independant thinkers, instead of merely doing whatever Jim Drab told us to do. Anyway, we don't need keys! Jim Drab and the rest are still running around in the War Tavern world. I was the last one out of Plotline Hotline, and I left the door open!"
"Dir', you are a wonder." said Dan. "The only question is, how do we get back there? I know that I have no idea where it is located."
"Actually, that's a rather simple problem." said Stan, trying to suck his left heel. "We merely go into Mario world1, and enter that Warp Central or whatever it's called. Then we warp to Plotline Hotline's alternate universe, or wherever it's located."
"Have you ever thought that for every story in existance, there is a Plotline Hotline, and the one we come from is merely one in a vast multiverse of Plotline Hotlines, all desperately trying to keep track of what the various characters are up to?"
"Now that you mention it, no."
"Back to buisness, though, how do we get to Mario world1? I haven't gotten my pay check this week yet, and I spent my last one on Racoon Feed."
"YOU HAVE A RACOON?!? THEY'RE SO CUTE!"
At this point Miss Directed spoke up again. "We should have no problem getting to Mario world1. Simply click the Jazz2Online link at the bottom of the page, search the downloads section for uploads by Hellraiser and download Mario world1."
"Far out."
"Quite. Let's get cracking, shall we?"
So Dan, Stan and Directed clicked on the link at the bottom of the page and vanished.


ANTE TUBBES continued to speak his thoughts aloud. "I wonder if the Discovery Channel's on today!"***

Alantrium aka The Golden Knight finished reading "WAR AND PEACE" and turned to some books by Elizabeth Moon. Apparently some of the sets of the movie had been destroyed by the dinosaurs getting loose and rampaging around the world in eighty days, so he had plenty of time on his hands before he had to do some more acting. Besides, he was getting paid for goofing off while the crew (not the cast) went all over chasing dinosaurs, which mainly only served to frighten them, so they rampaged further and destroyed more. Good thing he was being paid a fixed rate, and not depending on how well the movie sold, for he had a feeling people would be pretty sick of dinosaurs. Maybe once everything was over, he could take a vacation to somewhere in some other dimension. That would be nice.