Mr. Misinformation: So Deborah. How are my missiles going?

Deborah, the Harpy and Sphinx-proof Amazonian Librarian: [looks sideways at her colleague, Edith] Um… well you see Mr. Misinformation…

MM: yeees? [izzat so?]

Edith, the Harpy and Sphinx-proof Amazonian Librarian: Well one missile landed in Chantania.

MM: This is excellent news! Did it cause a lot of damage?

Deborah: Well let’s just say, the Chantanian turnip crop isn’t going to be a good one this year…

MM: Oh… [eh?] And what about the Doesntreallyexistian missile?

Edith: It disappeared.

MM: What do you mean it disappeared!?!

Deborah: Well just before the Ka-Boom, it… um… disappeared…

MM: I payed a lot of money to get two Ka-Boom’s! What happened to my Ka-Booms!?!
It couldn’t have been those peasants in Chantania or Doesntreallyexistia... They’re medieval. Hmmm. The JLR are tied up with that convention.

Edith: Actually, it’s just finished.

MM: What! Why didn’t anyone tell me? Gee, time flies when your having fun. So, was it those blasted JLR?

Florence, the Harpy and Sphinx-proof Amazonian Librarian: We don’t think so. They wouldn’t have enough time. But then again we can’t find anywhere using the Inter-library network.

MM: Oh good grief! Then why did one of my missiles disappear and the other blow up a field of turnips?

Deborah: Well it appears there are lot of animal activity about the field and the Doesntreallyexistian Royal Castle.

MM: Animals? Foiled my plans? By diverting one of my missiles? And making the other one disappear?

Edith: maybe…

MM: Harry! [you sunnuva...] Get in here now!

The Amazing Harry, Bundy Bear, Tractor-Trailer Bob, Superfly Sr. and Chantyana enter the room.

TAH: Yes Mr. Misinformation, you hollered?

MM: Yes I did. Take us to the Doesntreallyexistian Castle right now!

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The Narrator: Outside of the Doesntreallyexistian Royal Castle…

Sue-ee: Dolly, what happened? What happened to the missile?

Dolly: My sensors confirm that the missile did detonate.

Sue-ee: But what happened to the Ka-Boom? There was supposed to be a Ka-Boom.

Esmarelda: Stuff the missile! Where’s Buttercup!

Dolly: After conducting a broad-range energy scan, I can confirm that at the exact point of detonation a temporospatial warp was created in the vicinity of Buttercup and the missile. It would appear that both were caught in temporospatial warps effect.

Napoleon: So Buttercup could be alive?

Dolly: There is insufficient data to answer your query.

Esmarelda: What do you mean “insufficient data”? Where is Buttercup now?

Dolly: There is Insufficient data to answer your query.

Napoleon: Just give us a straight answer!

Dolly: I do not like to make guesses. I do not possess all the relevant data. As I have stated, the missile and Buttercup traversed through the temporospatial warp together, at the exact point the missile detonated. It is highly probably that Buttercup and the missile travelled to the same point in the time/space continuum.

Esmarelda & Napoleon: Then what are his chances of surviving?

Dolly: The chances of Buttercup surviving are 299,792,458 to 1 against.

Napoleon: Oh my gob! He’s dead! -

ACDC: [sad]

TASM: Napoleon. Esmarelda. I’m really sorry...

Esmarelda: [wiping away her tears] No. No. Don’t be sorry. Buttercup… d-died… saving others. That’s how he would have wanted it. -

The Narrator: Just then an Army of figures appear from nowhere.

Nick: Who the hell?

Napoleon: Esmarelda, look! It’s Britannica and Any Given Wednesday, with that nice Tractor Trailer-Bob.

Esmarelda: Napoleon, that’s not Britannica and Any Given Wednesday… That’s the Injustice Reality Gang!

MM: You… You… Animals! What did you do with my missile?

Napoleon: Your missile!?! [you sunnuva...]

MM: [turns to Chantyana] Um… what did that Donkey say?

She-Chant: Eeyoh.

MM: Yes, thank you for that, dearest. He doesn’t look very happy, does he?

Bundy Bear: Whatever you did, he ain’t happy with ya, mate. In fact he’s positively pissed. And I don’t mean drunk.

Esmarelda: Mr. Misinformation is ours! You can have the rest, Sue.

The Narrator: And with that Esmarelda and Napoleon charge into battle…

MM: eep.