"OMNI-BOT! Can you hear me?!" A CEO of BeBop Corp. shouted down the great chasm created by the Cola droid.
"Bee---bop---col-l-l-a..." A small, cracked, mechanical voice piped up.
"Don't worry, help is on the way!" The CEO, by the name of none other than Jim Drab, former head of the PLHL of the Warstories Continuity.
"This is the last straw! First they house Blagagna...who killed Mr.Continuity, and now they've hunted me down, foiled my Rescue Toaster, and destroyed the OMNI-BOT...that's it! My minions, cometh!" Jim Drab cried forth, and thousands of Ben class scorpions swarmed overhim, merging together, and formed...
"I...AM....SCORPI-CEO!"

It was a normal day in Happy Puppy Pickle, Co. Pickles being havested, pickled, bottled, lids being screwed on to tightly, jars put in crates, and being shiped off to food stuff stores Carrotous-wide. It came as a surprise to Kovu when the loudspeaker activated,
"Number 349568231, please report to my office." It was the president.
*Gulp* Kovu went to the office.
"Is that you, Number 349568231?"
"Y-yes sir?"
"You have bottled 30,000 jars since you joined us a month ago, yes?"
"Y-y-yes, sir..."
"Excellent work, I'm promoting you to Manager of Bottle Operations, with a raise."
"Really sir? Thank you, sir!"
"Very good, now, remember, when need that shipment for the War Tavern by next week."
"War Tavern? That sounds vaugely familiar...ahwell, yes sir, it'll be ready." Kovu beamed.
"Sweet!"

"No Superhero openings! How can this be?" Ancoysnd asked.
"I'm sorry Mr. Smithersommerson. Due to video games, the comic industry is really suffering."
"Video games, eh?" After a long plane flight and a couple of dimensional jumps...
"Hello, Mistah Smithersomm--something, welcome to Nintendo Incorporated! I hope you enjoy you're position of temporary head designer while I go on my vacation."
"Sure will, Mister Miyamoto!" And with that, Shigeru Miyamoto, clad in a hawaiian shirt with one of those drinks with the little umbrellas in it, strode into a super long limo.
"Be back in two months!"
"Sweet!" Lance cheered under his breath.

"Remind me why we are here again?" Cobra asked Ducky.
"Well, Gen is gonna do something incredibly stupid to meet the second assistant costume designers coffe holder of the Brady Bunch." Ducky said, while hefting the still sleeping Unknown.
"There he is now!" Cobra shouted. Gen walked into the middle of a large field of grass, where the competiton was being held.
"What's he gonna do?"
"I dunno..."
And suddenly, Gen brought out a huge container of gasoline, poured it all over himself, and lit himself ablaze.
"Oh my God..." The judges held up '10', '10', '10', and 'I want my mommie.'

"Who the heck are you?" One of the miscellanious PLHL employees asked.
"I am Batty Buddy!"
"And what are you doing here?"
"Listen, I have some important and very plot altering information!"
"Sweet! What is it?"
"Listen--it is extremely important that..."

And so, as the crabs corpse is riddled by the Octopus larvae, they break of, and become a part of the delecate bed of krill, until they mature into the deadly, inverted blue octopus! This has been a continuation of the BBC and Discovery Channel.