The Plotmaster, Keeper of the Plot Holes, turned away from the first story window, and returned to the table.
"Well, the universe just blew up. All the fault of the War Tavern characters, as usual."
Utah, of the famous Watchers, turned his enormous head. "Don't blame yourself, Plotmaster, old boy. The Marvel universes blow up all the time!"
"And I say you two just are on a much too high scale." grumbled a green bug with antennae, dealing the cards. "Back in DC, we may have Crisises of Infinite Earthes, but whole universes are a little much."
"You could be right, Ambush Bug," said The Plotmaster, picking up his hand and examining it, "but when one is in charge of a universe, one also feels a little guilty when it blows up."
Ambush Bug *Pop*ed over behind Utah, snuck a quick look at his hand, and *Pop*ed back to his chair.
Utah glared at the orginless creature for a moment, then returned to studying his cards. "Well, if you feel like the universe's time had not yet come, you could always try to resurrect it. There must be some magic power in that high silk hat-errrr, those plot holes you're always bragging about."
The Plotmaster gasped, and accidentally flashed a few of his cards at Ambush Bug, who accepted the information readily. "The Plotholes? But.. they're far too dangerous! There's no knowing what might come out of one!"
"You want to save your universe, don't you?" responded Utah, looking nigh-omnipotent.
"I guess you're right.. last hand, then."

Sometime later, after Utah and Ambush Bug had gone home (See you next crisis!), The Plotmaster entered the odd room that was filled with plotholes, the place that Beauman had somehow found him in once. Gingerly, The Plotmaster reached into a plothole, and pulled out the first thing that came to hand.
"I wuv you, you wuv me, we're a happ-"
"ARRRRGHHH!!!!!!!"

Several hours later, after dealing with both the Teletubbies and Dreamylandless, The Plotmaster finally pulled what he was looking for out of a plothole. The fabled......

Holy Grail.

There were a few Monty Python characters attached to it, but they were thrown back into the plothole, and The Plotmaster gazed at the chalice for a bit. Gingerly, not totally sure how to operate the thing, The Plotmaster put the Grail up to his lips.. and spat out the liquid inside.
"Blagh! This tastes disgusting!"
Some of the Grailified saliva splattered onto walls, but adding to the general apprehension, a little slopped through one of the plotholes The Plotmaster had not tried yet.


"Where... where are we?" asked Fire Sword, looking around as best a Fire Sword is able.
"I don't think we're in Carrotus anymore, Toto." said Batty Buddy. The Pokesith had ran away exploring, so he was feeling a little lonesome.
"I'm in good health once more!" cried Ancoysd. It was true, his stroke was gone.
Unknown Rabbit, who had been there longer then most of them, remembered where he had seen these paticular decorations before. "Creatures, I just remembered where I have seen these paticular decorations before."
"Are you sure?" asked Cobra, who was a little disconcerted to see him alive.
"Course I'm sure, it just said so. Anyway, this looks just like Heaven. I've been here before."
"Then we're all DEAD!" screamed The Psycho. He fell onto the ground, screaming and clawing at nothing. An angel floated up, looked at the poor creature, and turned to SlaYer.
"Don't worry sir, this happens regularly. Some people just can't quite adjust at once."
"Wait.. who are you?" asked Unknown. This figure looked strangely familiar.
"I'm chief good doer around here. My name is Hansol Majawk. Don't worry, I know how you sort of came to life once more using my one wish, and I don't mind. Besides, you got here in the end." The angel gave a grin, and started dragging The Psycho away for rehabilation while Unknown Rabbit just stared a little.
"Hey Beauman, whatcha got there?" asked Kovu, who was still confused. Beauman was holding some sort of box.
"Well, I'm not sure, but I think it's what's left of our universe." said Beauman, kind of cradling the thing. All around them, other former inhabitants of the same universe as them were blinking into nonexistance. An angel walked up to Fquist and said "Sir, you'd better get in line. Some of the people who get up here don't really belong, and everyone who really wants to enter heaven must go through a metal checker first. The sooner you get in line the better - you don't want to be stuck here for enternity. Especially not with the constant new arrivals."
There was some general muttering, and the inhabitants of the universe the War Tavern had been situated in started milling towards a large building which closely resembled an airport. But then Darth Vader pointed up into the sky. "Look, up in the sky. What's that?"
"It's a blackbird." said Unknown, squinting.
"It's a plane!" cried Disguise, getting out a sketch pad.
"It's the jitterbug. Move along there, move along." said Xavier, using his cane to whack stragglers.
"No... it's a plothole!" cried Ducky, staring. And indeed, it was a plothole. A genuine plothole had appeared in the sky. Beauman walked foward, as if in a trance, and opened the box he was holding. A glowing liquid which was probably The Plotmaster's spit shot forth from the plothole, and landed in the universe. "No, not AGAIN!" cried Hansol Majawk, turning to someone who looked important. "He's getting away AGAIN!"

And then all was as it had been very recently. Everyone was fighting in front of Plotline Hotline. But this time, when Arncecroc revealed his true form, The Plotmaster said "Oh no, I don't want to go through that again." and created a plothole underneath the rouge whatever. Arncecroc was teleported back to wherever he belonged. The fight kind of stopped in surprise, and when nobody was looking, Batty Buddy got inside Plotline Hotline. And the Pokesith, which somehow knew the mechanics of the machines inside, sent the time back......

to the time when...............