This is the crossover between Teletubbies and Sharknado you've all been waiting for~ I own neither. Enjoy, and feel free to request ridiculousness.
Po got off her scooter and sniffed the air. It smelled of ozone and fear. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Dipsy stared idly up at the baby sun. It had been crying for nearly an hour now. He'd tried chucking some tubby toast at it, which had failed miserably, and now he didn't know what to do.
Lala was trying to fix their shorted-out vacuum when she felt a rumbling in the ground. She pushed her welding mask up and looked around, but found nothing out of the ordinary.
Tinky was scrubbing lipstick off his face (just... don't ask) when he noticed the water tasted a bit salty. He stepped outside and felt the cold, bitter wind.
All of the tubbies ran inside to their table. These creatures are not articulate, but when they just know, the way your pet hides under the bed before a storm, the way old people feel it in their bones, the way Creedence Clearwater sang about in Bad Moon Rising, when they know like they knew that fateful day they have a word for it. They said it then, perfectly in unison:
"Eh-Oh!"
The rainbow lights started flashing erratically. The sky swirled with clouds the color of charcoal, and the sun let out a piercing wail. "London Calling" played quietly in the background while the earth seemed to shake under their feet. The pipe-siren near their house bellowed, "Teletubbies, go to your panic room! To your panic room now!" as the rabbits all fled. Tinky started for the iron trapdoor just moments too late. An enormous wave broke over the grassy dome, denting their home's foundation. The teletubbies screamed and clung to each other. The water seemed to beat against the house forever, almost as if it was solid, more than simply a wave, until...
Silence.
Lala opened her eyes. There was water up to their waists, but otherwise everything looked okay. She poked Dipsy, and together they cautiously peeked outside. Po walked up behind them, still a little nervous.
"Fishy!" said Po, wading toward something in the wreckage.
Dipsy pulled her back and shook his head. And then the shark launched itself at him.
"Dipsy-!" screamed Lala as the creature knocked him over. Po let out a high, keening wail of terror that was abruptly cut off by a rumbling noise. She turned around in confusion and saw Tinky Winky holding a chainsaw.
It wasn't a light chainsaw. Tinky staggered around almost drunkenly with it before whacking the shark repeatedly. Once he was pretty sure it was dead, he rolled it off a struggling Dipsy. Dipsy looked fine except for a couple scratches and a dent taken out of his vaguely phallic head thing. He sat up and spat out some water.
"Again, again!"