EARTH, 2002Tommy Pickles stared on in horror.
"Oh, no! Destructar used his egg-timer ray to turn Ractar and Turtlar back into babies!"
Dill looked up at his big brother, uncertain of anything except that this was bad, the three-head was all scary, and he needed a diapie change.
Chucky was less scared than confused, at least for now.
"I still says Destructar looks a lot like the Bluey Big Dragon from the Yuckio Cards Show."
Kimi saw the Eiffel Tower get tripped on and knocked over. The giant turtle and pteranodon, Turtlar and Ractar, were now helpless eggs, courtesy of Destructar's leftmost head.
"Hey, he just blew up Paris so there's nothing left. He can't do that. We visited there and gots soupenirs."
Phil and Lil attempted to keep the monster-eggs safe.
"Whada we do with em?"
"The lamp by the table is real hot. That might hatch em' again."
But it would prove too little too late. Tommy looked around.
"If this keeps up, the world, the galaxy, the universe and the whole neighborhood will get destructed! Where is Reptar?"
Chucky scratched his head.
"Who's Reptar, Tommy?"
Kimi shook her head.
"Reptar? Is he from Danemarks?"
Phil looked over from his egg.
"Tommy, Turtlar and Ractar are the only ones who ever stop Destructar, but now they're just eggs...Lil!"
His twin blushed, and stopped painting her egg.
"Sorry. I thought if I Easter-painted it, it might turn into Butterflyar."
When he saw Dill's Reptar shirt now said 'Turtlar', Tommy made his realization.
"Oh, no! Destructar must have gone back before forever and rased out Reptar before he was even borned. Who can save us now?"
As Destructar's right head continued firing static shocks on doorknobs, and his middle-head made cars not start ever again ( his left head was all tired now ) it indeed seemed that there were no heroes left. Chucky pointed at the night sky.
"No! Its credibly, but we've earned a reproieval! Leaping out from the Paramount movie lot...its the USS FirstPrize!"
Angelica stood there with folded arms.
"Yeah, but its the old one, that's almost seventeen. Not the NeXt-oh-One. Its Captain is way tough, because he gets punched so often."
Tommy held Dill up.
"Look, Dill! He's riding on the hull! Its..."
All spoke as one.
"CAPTAIN JIMMY CORRECT!"
The great ship stopped right in front of Destructar. Captain Correct gasped, and took in air.
"Have-to-stop-riding-through-space-outside-the-ship!Its-hard-holding-breath."
Captain Correct pointed.
"Cease-and-desist-Destructar. The FirstPrize -can-destroy-even-you."
Kimi looked up.
"Does he has trouble remembering his lines?"
Destructar laughed, so Captain Correct jumped back, and spoke into his metal-faced phone.
"Mister Smock--let-him-have-it---Now!"
A gravelly voice came over the phone.
"Darnit, Jimmy! Let me correct that blasted speech impediment of yours!"
"There's-no-time-SawDoc! Smock--do it."
A giant hammer came out of the hull, and smacked Destructar on each head three times. But as the final blow went up, the hammer seized. Another voice came from inside the ship.
"Cap'n! Tha hammar kin nu tok n-e moooorrrree!!"
Lil smiled.
"Phil! He's talkin' in some kind of code!"
Captain Correct spoke into the phone.
"I-understand--Chief Engineer Skittish. Blast--if-we-only-had-some-help!"
Help appeared in the form of a teenaged boy.
"Captain Correct! I'm Wastely from the foocher FifthFirstPrize. Captain Bo-and-Luke Picket sent me back to fix your hammer."
Chucky turned away in disgust.
"Ugh! Not Wastely! What a nerd."
Wastely kicked the hammer, then jumped on top of it.
"C'mon, you stupid....."
The hammer sprung, as Wastely hoped his pal LaFridge would beam him back in time forward in time. He saw the approaching monster.
"Oh...fudgecakes."
But Peorgie got Wastely away, and the hammer squooshed Destructar flat. Captain Correct waved down.
"Don't worry, citizens. We go--In Search Of Reptar!"
Mister Smock looked upset.
"That's my line."
Back in the Pickles' living room, Tommy looked up at their babysitter.
"Boy, Captain Correct is almost as neat as Reptar. Does he eventually find him?"
The babysitter kneeled down, knowing that the real 'Wastely Mushhead' would find him soon. This was one interesting little reality, though.
"Well, of course he does. He always saves the day."
Peter Kirk went to the kitchen for some milk.
"After all, he's-my-Dad."
In the kitchen, Angelica asked two questions.
"Peter--how is it you can understand the babies?"
"Just a gift, kiddo."
"Oh. Can I have it? I like gifts. By the way, why was Destructar all that bad? He seemed cool to me!"
Peter probed the mind of the impish girl.
"Well, Angelica--I have it on good authority that Destructar wrecked the Planet Where All The Chocolate Chip Cookies Get Made."
Angelica's eyes filled with tears, and then she screamed out in an unholy wail.
"THE FIEEEEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDD!!!!!"