SCORPI-CEO (Scorpico is much easier to remember/pronounce, don't you think?) thundered through the hall ways of a inconvienlently badly lit place fortunately furnished with lots of hall ways to thunder down in evil mode sheerly for the sake of having met your quota of sucessfully thundered hallways.. A few real life turtles tried to get out of SCORPI-CEO's path, but moved slowly, and were stepped on. SCORPI-CEO slipped and fell every time, which caused him and the Ben-class scorpions to unmerge for a little bit. After the OMNI BE BOT COLA machine had been freed from the giant.... hole, it had acted upon a flaw in its programming and had promptly opened the soda bottle held in its non existant hand. Everyone had been soaked. Making odd scorpion noises, SCORPI-CEO dismissed the idea of taking over Turtemple in order to gather more legions for attempting to take over the War Tavern and slaughter the inhabitants, and went about his daily job of prosecuting trespassers who had accidentally trespassed on their own land by mistake.

Kovu continued bottling pickles. So far, he had filled 3000 of the odd 40000019000.02 Pickle Bottles (tm) that were supposed to be sent to the War Tavern for an unknown reason, and he was getting tired. Leaning on a Pickle Bottle (tm), Kovu read the reason for this shipment for the first time. The handwriting was very scrawly, like you might find written by someone with clear handwriting, who was sleepwriting drunk. He couldn't make any words out, except the last three, which as far as he could tell read "welcome back party." Knowing it wasn't his buisness to wonder, Kovu continued Bottling Pickles. So far, he had filled 3026 of the odd 40000019000.02 Pickle Bottles (tm) that were supposed to be sent to the War Tavern for an unknown reason, and he was getting tired. He suddenly figured out that his promotion allowed him to order others to assist him, so he promptly (so much easier then suddenly) did. The job went much faster, and the odd 40000019000.02 Pickle Bottles (tm) were ready just a day before they were noted down to be shipped in a car, to be different from being cargoed into a ship.

The guy whose initials are SM lounged around in a beach chair, wearing his sunglasses, straw hat, shorts and hawian shirt, drinking ice cold lemonade through a straw. He suddenly figured out it was winter, and ran indoors shivering, desiring to play a warm video game.

Mr. Ancoysnd Smithersommerson lounged around in a large leather couch, wearing his 3D glasses, "Nintendo" brand hat, baggy pants and JJ2 T-shirt, (not legal to be sold) drinking hot cocoa while he throught of ways to make Nintendo either do better, or please the world. Looking down at his T-shirt, he used Nintendo's vast resources of cold and papery cash to buy all rights for all Jazz Jackrabbit related things from anyone who held them and set about designing JJ3 (for GameRhombadececedron) The programmers and the like held their calm, though they all privately agreed that the temporary head designer was a little wacko.

Suddenly, GenEX's newly inherited cuteness sprung into being once more, and the fire turned into little spring kittens, and the gasoline to honey. All the judges applauded this fabulous special effect, though none of them knew what happened. The last one thought he did, however, and ordered a bunch of police ostriches from Tubelectric to arrest GenEX for witchcraft. The charges were dropped when the ostriches saw how cute he was.

"It's extremely important that we what?" asked Stan Dear impatiently, wanting to get inside to the gadgets.
"Well, I can't tell you. I have to keep the readers in suspense for a little longer."
"Huh?"

The Inverted Blue Octopus is blind at birth, and feeds by eating any living creature that goes by, just by feeling the water currents. At 3-6 years, the Inverted Blue Octopus aquires eyesight, then deals enormous damage to all denizens of the deep. Also the land, as several people have reported seeing Inverted Blue Octopuses on land, eating insurance salesmen. No one really cared, however, so the police paid little attention. At about 68.33333333333333333333333333333333333 years, the Inverted Blue Octopus reaches maturity, and starts mutilating crabs, then laying its eggs in their still beating heart. We would tell you more, but I think our cameraman just got eaten.... yep. Drat. This has been a continuation of blah blah blah.

Ultra Nurse and Cutey Pie (not to be confused with GenEX) roamed the world, looking for uncute or injured people. Eventually the cuteness spread to the pet baby dragon related creature of a large creature that liked to destroy Tokyo, but that's another story.

The second assistant costume designers coffee holder of the Brady Bunch ran up to GenEX, overwhelmed by the cuteness. GenEX, naturally, was flabbergasted by the attention given to him by such an important personage. After all, coffee stunts your growth, and being small helps being cute. Doesn't a little baby look cuter then a teenager with spiky hair, a cigarette, vest without a shirt that doesn't cover the skull tatoo, spiky bracelets, black pants and big boots? Anyway, you now understand (mostly) GenEX's enamorment. Ducky and Cobra observed the scene with thoughts on it basically at opposite sides of the spectrum, and Unknown Rabbit was being pulled into a Barrow by a Barrow Wraith. Then Tom Bombadilo or someone came by and rescued him, but unfortunately got too near GenEX and became overly cute. Several decades later, his wife grew overly infuriated with the cuteness, and billed him for all the stress she had experienced from it. Cuteness bills.

Newspaz carefully took aim at an idle rabbit in an unsportsmanship manner, and fired. "|Newspaz roasted An idle rabbit" flashed upon the nonexistant screen, and Newspaz won.
"Yay," said Newspaz, "I won."
"It's true, you did."
"Wha? Who are you?"
"I'm the current author, Newspaz."
"I'm in a story!? Wait until I get ahold of my agent..."
"You were merely included to stop a wandering plot segment, and then you were talked about right now in order to explain so you'd feel better about roasting Blagagna."
"But... but I didn't feel bad about it! It's what you DO in a battle!"
"Heartless wretch."
And so I withdrew, and Newspaz tried to wake up, but nothing happened, so he went about his buisness as usual until the server stopped for no reason.


And now it's 2 AM, so I think I should go to bed. Beddy Bye!