TMIBOKAJJTOHCFAYETEEWWAAPWIBTBARARTWWTTGDONBSWLESC ADMSWLC looked around him. Twenty six of his Plotline Hotline employees had managed to get in after him, the others had been blocked by a sign that said "Server is Full. Please cry and break your toys over the head of your network administrator." Besides TMIBOKAJJTOHCFAYETEEWWAAPWIBTBARARTWWTTGDONBSWLESC ADMSWLC and the twenty six Plotline Hotline employees, several people had already been there. (Insert your own name here), (insert name of your best friend here), (insert the name of your best friend's mother's best friend's gossip partner's landlord's sister's cousin's former roommate here), (insert the name of your best friend's mother's best friend's gossip partner's landlord's sister's cousin's former roommate's political idol's clothing manufacter's best customer's uncle's brother's 1st prize winning chicken here) and (insert Stiletto's name here). TMIBOKAJJTOHCFAYETEEWWAAPWIBTBARARTWWTTGDONBSWLESC ADMSWLC, not finding Blagagna, demanded of (insert the name of your best friend's mother's best friend's gossip partner's landlord's sister's cousin's former roommate's political idol's clothing manufacter's best customer's uncle's brother's 1st prize winning chicken here) where Blagagna was, who was forced to honestly say he/she didn't know.

"So," said Kovu, "why are you here doing research in this underground system of caves, tunnels and anicent buildings?"
"I want to make a tileset about this! If Carl Barks can use a huge library to create duck comics, I can look at the real thing before I create a tileset! NOW GIMME YOUR TELETUBBIES POSTER!"
"I don't have one! Besides, I didn't bring it with me." said Kovu, after checking his pockets.
"Oh. Well, can you supply witty material?"
"Oh, certainly. For example, your hairstyle looks like a beaver climbed onto your head and died...."

Ancoysnd, after anonymously giving several million dollars to the makers of Skitch Possum (the most awesome possum ever to blossom?), lounged about trying to think of more money making ideas. He had already totally exhausted the various ideas of placing Jazz Jackrabbit pictures on all forms of clothing, hiring teenagers to graffiti ads for Nintendo on various brick walls, eating Caviar, filming a Jazz Jackrabbit movie in less then a day and many other ideas, and he was bored. After eating some Lobster Oldburg, Ancoysnd decided to try to come up with some other type of game. Pikimin 3?

"So," said Ducky, "why did you decide to pick us up? Weren't you afraid we might be dangerous lunatics armed to the teeth with bananas?"
"Well, I was hoping for something of the like, but you three turned out to be totally ordinary people."
"Totally...... ordinary?" Cobra gave way to sobs.

ANTI-TUBBS aka ANTE TUBBES aka ANTI-ANTI-NEGATIVE-NOT ANTI-S WITH AN OVERSLASH was furious. Tubbs had not come to the explosion sight, even though the Happy Puppy Pickle Henchmen had waited at the sight for over 24 Hours! Maybe he could arrange a few cars to drive by Tubbs so he could hop on them. Cars with more Happy Puppy Pickle Henchmen, of course. And lots of machine guns.

Bub turned to Biff, looking bored, and made an obvious statement. "It's obvious that Tubbs isn't going to come. Let's go home."
"Yeah," said Blog, "I'm amazingly bored waiting out here. Especially since the Uno cards were eaten by an alligator 7 hours ago."
Biff agreed, and the three Happy Puppy Pickle Henchmen left, machine guns over their shoulders. Several minutes later, Tubbs ran up. He had been in southren Bulgaria when he had heard of the explosion, and it had taken him over 24 Hours to get here, But the last ash of the fire cremating in a minature fireworks display was worth it.

This is the last Will and Testament of (Insert Newspaz's first name here) "Newspaz" (Insert Newspaz's last name here). All of "Newspaz"'s real estate, money, artifacts, fame and general popularity shall be given to his fatherHigh Chancellor Palpetine, as campaign funds. His pet lava lamp shall be given to the highest bidder. We assure you that "Newspaz" was alive, and in sane body and mind when we he wrote this, and no evil masterminds altered it in ANY WAY to further their schemes.

"It is extremly important that you do NOT operate any of the Plotline Hotline machines! Not two years ago, I saw a Lord Of The Sith (Not in any way related to Lord Of The Rings) come in here and booby trap all the gadgets to explode if anyone other then a Sith Lord touches them."
Stan Dear, Miss Directed and Dan Druff gasped at this daintily for a little while, and then started reading through "Teh History of The War Tavern" (With backwards "Z"s) carefully. "Ah!" said Dan Druff eventually, pinpointing a spot on a page with a pin. "We need to retrieve Darth Vader from before Luke arrives, and convince him to help the people that hit him with lemon pies without being killed ourselves, and then bring him back to this time! After that, all we have to do is teach him how to use the right Plotline Hotline machines, and get him to summon either Four Children and a Dog or a bunch of Medieval Heroes to rescue the War Taverners!"
"Well, that sounds easy!" exclaimed Miss Directed. "Let's go!"
So they went, not hearing Batty Buddy call out that if they had read a little more carefully, they would have noticed that the Taverners had ALREADY been rescued from the menace of AMAZING GUY!.

"Aren't we anywhere near the hospital yet?" groaned Unknown Rabbit, slowly raising his head a half inch.
"Oh sure, we've passed it at least twenty times already. But if I had dropped you off the first time, we wouldn't have had all this interesting conversation!"
Ducky and Cobra exchanged nervous glances, until they forgot which was theirs in the first place.

"and Carol Brady-you know, Florence Henderson-we're always having to deal with her insane desire to buy everything in all the stores she sees.... we've had to withdraw her payments until she gets over this. You may have noticed her recent work has been kind of withdrawn. And Rip Taylor is always lording over people saying he has such a cool name and arguing with the cameraman 'YOU GOT MY BAD SIDE! HOW YOU EVER GOT A JOB AS A CAMERAMAN I DON'T KNOW, AS YOU'RE A ABSOLUTE MORON!!!'. And then there are the Water Follies.... they're always galivanting around trying to get star billing... I tell you, I have no idea how the director deals with these people. Their acting is about the best thing about them. And did I tell you about Peter Brady's drinking habit...."
At this point, Gen burst into tears and ran out of the room, totally disillusioned. But the Brady Bunch were so wonderful! This man had to be LyIng. And something would have to be done about it, as LyIng is bad! And bad isn't cute!