When we last left our heroes they were raging against the machine. Ben was swirling through a portal of grief sorrow and tears where in the cries of unborn babies could be heard rattling against the walls. And the walls were made of cake frosting. So it wasn't all bad.
"No. Truly this is the path to nirvana." Ben said solemnly after licking the tormented baby frosting walls.
It tasted like a fat man's hairy back.
He had to find and destroy Harry Potter before his plot to steal all the potatoes out of Ireland came to fruition. As he was flying through the sea of bad memories he smacked into a small boy with a large head and a striped shirt and baseball cap.
"What in the name of Vallhalla?!" Ben gasped with breaths of pained fire.
"Hi I'm Ness! I escaped the all powerful demon lord Weegee and three bad mis translation scripts from Nintendo's good quad to come here and warn you of impending danger. Have a Magic Cake."
He handed the confused young man the enticing delicacy.
"Okay but I think I've missed a few explanations and plot gaps back a few stories ago." Ben said sadly.
"It doesn't matter! There's no consistency with this one if you look closely. It's mostly all irrelevant farce." The freakishly deformed little child boy admitted.
Back fifteen miles away at the nearest run down truckers rest stop Snape was cooking up a plan with Skumpleblot.
"I asked for decaff you brain dead bitch!" The greasy haired wretch yet who was for some sick confusing reason still all the ladies heartthrob screeched at the top of lungs.
"Hey that's my story you can't use that because it's MINE!!!!!" John Freeman said with hasty and ragement.
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU COCAINE SOAKED RETARD." Snape retorted and back handed the man right off his bar stool.
Three drunkards clapped breaking the overall silent ambiance of the room.
"Hey Moe. Gimmie a beer."
Homer stumbled through the door and sat down next to the wily sorcerers.
"Not this crap again! How many cameos are we gonna have?" Snape snarled with a growl and a slap of his large forehead. "We're already way over budget as it is."
The door opened again and a lanky she-male stood in the rotting wood frame.
"You you guys have a phone here? I need to make a call. And it's not gonna be local."
Said Ben the hooker.
The sight of it made Batman topple from the rooftop he was perched on.