"Not that type of 'witty' material!" snapped Disguise, after checking his hair to make sure it wasn't true. "This weird god like thing came down to earth a few days ago and told me that on the day after this one I would run out of witty material to insert as mask messages in textured backgrounds and trees and thingies!"
Kovu didn't quite know what this meant, but it sounded bad, so he nodded sympathetically.
"So, once it is the day after the day before the day after the day it is now, I shall need someone else to give me witty material to put in my tilesets!"
"Oh.... hey, who's that who just appeared behind you and is currently giving you bunny ears?"
Disguise spun around to face Mr. Knowitall, the War Tavern living book of answers.
"Disguise, you already said you wouldn't be making any more tilesets for a long time, maybe a year."
After this, Mr. Knowitall unappeared to go back to mounring his dead brother, Mr. Continuity.

"..who was that?" asked Disguise, after realizing what the man had said was true."
"That was Mr. Knowitall. He knows everything, and can answer any questions when he feels like it."
"Oh. Well, as he's right in saying I wasn't going to make any tilesets for a while, there's really no point in my sticking around here. Coming?"

And Kovu, after deciding that no matter how weird it was around here, it would still be better to get out, trudged intrepidly after Disguise, looking at a few of the nearby buildings in case odd looking movie creatures might suddenly jump out and bite him. None did, due to there not being an odd looking movie creatures in the buildings, but it was the scary music all around them that made it seem likely. Especially since it was getting louder.

So, after a few hours of intrepid trudging, Disguise led Kovu out of the maze of tunnels and caves into the clear, open air of Adventure Island, and through a grove of trees to Disguise's camp. The camp was made of a woodcutter style fireplace, a small brook and a tent kept up by tent poles, and held down by rocks on the sides.

"Gee," said Kovu, after Disguise had set down his backpack and gotten a drink of water from the brook, "isn't this Adventure Island?"
"Yes, it is. What's your point?"
"Well, where are all the adventures?"
Disguise only had just enough time to fling himself at Kovu, shouting "NEVER SAY THAT!" before a large blue heron flew by and scooped them up.


ANTI-TUBBS lounged around in his ANTI-TUBBS brand mansion, sipping watermelon juice (a must try) while awaiting news of the machine gun Happy Puppy Pickle Co. car enterprise. If he did capture Tubbs, what would he do afterward? He could always change his name to ANTI-someone else, but would it have the same ring? And changing your name can get you in trouble with airport security, so that might not be the best idea. So in order to keep his name, he'd have to not capture Tubbs, but if he didn't try to capture Tubbs, his name wouldn't really be true... there was really no way out of it. So thinking, ANTI-TUBBS drifted into sleep...
until the clock struck 12. He woke with a start. Hadn't it been daylight when he had gone to sleep? His toast was still warm.....
and then he heard the sound. A sad, ghostly wail was coming closer from the general direction of the billard room. Shaking, ANTI-TUBBS stared towards the door, looking for a weapon.........
and then the ghosts walked through the door.

"Scroo- err, ANTI-TUBBS..... ANTI-TUBBS.......!" they cried, hefting hefty chains as they walked. And he recognized them. Jack and Jill, the young pair he had savagely pushed off the hill when they had accidentally intruded on one of his evil satellite dishes being set up for his plan to locate Tubbs' location... hadn't worked. There were the Butcher.. and the Baker.. and the Candlestick Maker... the ones he had unjustly slandered enough to get them run out of town in a small tub-which later sank-because they were learning too much about his catching Tubbs plan #182, a bake sale with a "free explosion with every purchase". It hadn't worked either. There was Simple Simon, the idiot he had let buy an exploding pie of Tubbs' favorite flavor. Of course, he had forgotten to publicize it, so Tubbs had never heard. And there was that lady whose nose was bitten off by his trained blackbirds which wouldn't attack King Tubbs... how had that idiot become King, anyway? The list went on and on. And they were all heading for him.

"What do you want?" asked ANTI-TUBBS, trying to sound imposing.
"Repent! ANTI-TUBBS, Repent!"
"Why?"
There was some hurried muttering. ANTI-TUBBS heard only snatches, like "He will not repent!" and "I know that, you idiot! It's my nose I lost, not my ears!"
There was some more muttering, and then Jack got in front.
"We are the ghosts of just a few of your sins. And we, despite all that you have done, have come to give you a warning. Repent!"
"I don't want to. Being evil is fun."
By this point, ANTI-TUBBS had gotten pretty used to having a bunch of ghosts around, and was just trying to think where he had put his camera, when Jack spoke again.
"Then we must depart. But you shall be visited thrice more before the night is through."
And they were gone.
ANTI-TUBBS went back to sleep.
And then the clock struck one.
He woke up again, staring around.
He saw his watermelon juice.
He looked around again.
And there was another figure, coming through the door.
"I am the spirit of "somewhere near the beginning of the year by non scientific standards" past!"
ANTI-TUBBS looked as the figure walked in, tripped over a gun laying around, pocketed it then stood up to face ANTI-TUBBS again.
"Now, if you are ready, we shall begin the trip."
"The trip? What trip?"
"The trip to somewhere near the beginning of the year by non scientific standards, of course!"
"That's in the past! How do you expect to take me there? And who are you, anyway?"
"With the spiffy Three Ghosts Brand Time Machine! My name is Beauman."
"Wait a minute.. you're not dead, are you?"
"No, but the normal first ghost is out sick, so I'm standing in. Now, get out of bed, put on your night cloth and please step this way to the Ultra Spiffy Three Ghosts Brand Time Machine..."

And so, they were sent to sometime less then a year ago but still somewhere near the beginning of the year by non scientific standards.

ANTI-TUBBS looked around. Things looked a lot the same, there weren't any images of his good and kind past, no childhood sweethears or anything.
"What are you trying to pull? This is nowhere near the distant past!"
"Erm, yeah, due to budgets cuts... could only go back about a year.. sorry, won't happen again....."
"Well, let's get this over with. Where's this vision I'm supposed to see?"
"Today is the day the JCF was made open to the public!!"
"....so?"
"Hmm, good question. Let me check the list...."
So Beauman got out a list telling the three ghosts what to do, and flipped through the pages until he reached "First Ghost".
"Isn't your name Fquist?"
"Of course not! It's ANTI-TUBBS!"
"Oh, sorry, wrong set of ghosts... my mistake, must have been that left turn in Algathar's pit of Ungoodness. Well, I'll go to wake up Fquist now.. good luck with your night time thingy. Once daylight strikes, you wake up in your own time, so remember to take note of everything you see. Bye!"
"Wait! Aren't I supposed to go back to my bed for a second ghost to come along and show me things?"
But Beauman didn't hear the lost voice of ANTI-TUBBS, who was left in March 23, 2001 until daybreak.

And in the present....

At two, a ghost floated into the room where ANTI-TUBBS had been sleeping. Nobody was there. After prowling around and looking in all the other bedrooms for a while, the second ghost returned to its starting place, where the third ghost had arrived. After holding a discussion, the two ghosts returned to Teh Plotmaster, Keeper of the Plotholes, who decided it must all be Beauman's fault and fired him instantly. Sometime later, at daybreak, ANTI-TUBBS returned, and wasn't changed in the least.

So really, the entire above ANTI-TUBBS story has no point, and is entirely unuseful to the plot. I only did it to try and get some more people to reply.