7

Stumbling to his feet, Max lifted himself sore and bruised from the wood deck that was the Russo family balcony. He gasped a moment took a deep breath and looked around the patio area. His mother's plants and flowers were back, there were pedestrians along Waverly Place and the loft looked normal. He entered slowly and noticed Justin at the kitchen counter building a sandwich. Was he home? Was the timeline fixed? Was everything okay?

"Justin…" Max approached him. "What's the date?"

"I'm not a calendar…" Justin wiped mayonnaise on his bread and started stacking meat and sandwich vegetables. "Why don't you check the one on the wall?"

"I'm home!!!!" Max screamed happily, raced over and hugged his brother. "You won't believe what I have been through!"

"You're right…" Justin stacked Swiss cheese over roast beef with ham and tomatoes. "I probably won't believe it."

"Justin?" A girl's voice came from upstairs.

"Down here." Justin reached to get a soda and Max took his sandwich. He turned round holding his soda as Max took a bite and another one, even taking his soda. His brother disgustedly upset at him, Max started toward the sofa thinking Alex was coming down, but it wasn't…

"Justin…" Cute and effervescent, Gabrielle Russo came dancing over to her cousin. "Troy's going to be here any minute for our date. How's this dress look?"

"It looks fine with me."

"Who's this?" Max looked confused and tired.

"What do you mean, who's this?" Justin looked at his brother.

"I mean, who's this?" Max was about to lose it.

"Max…" Gabrielle giggled at him. "I'm your cousin, Gabrielle. I've been living with you guys ever since we were babies!"

"Then where's Alex?"

"Hopefully, still in Azkaban prison…." Justin started stacking a new sandwich with the other half of French bread.

"What's she doing there?!" Max put down his sandwich and was rubbing his head upset.

"Well, that's where wizards go who turn evil and try to take over the world." Justin applied mayo to his new sandwich.

"And try to kidnap actresses named Selena Gomez from their alternate realities." Gabrielle added.

"Who's Selena Gomez?" Max was to the point of crying.

"Didn't we tell you?" Justin continued casually restacking a new sandwich. "That's the actress that plays Alex in that other world. Yeah…" Justin ate a fresh sliced mushroom in his sandwich stacking. "And I was played by some guy called David Hennessy…. Or something like that…"

"And I was played by someone named Vanessa Hudson in a movie that didn't even occur on Waverly Place." Gabrielle remembered all of it. "They thought I was some sort of math geek in a school out in New Mexico!" She watched Max raising his wand. "What are you doing?"

"Tell mom and dad I'll be out for a while…" Max dropped the uneaten part of his sandwich, stole a sip of soda and realized this wasn't his time after all. Denied the use of an enchanted mirror, he resorted to the old reality-hopping spell. "Chronos Correctus!"

Meanwhile, in another parallel reality, Max found himself in the foyer of a haunted house resonating with the bouncy percussion theme of an old Sixties TV-show. The structure was dark, the furniture covered in cobwebs and long rays of sunlight poked past the black curtains. Max spun round twice looking around and heard the grinding noise of wood and gears as a section of the staircase lifted up to reveal a hidden passageway. From out of that dark passageway came a large version of his father with green skin, a large flat head and a huge powerful barrel chest. He looked as if he'd been pieced together by Dr. Frankenstein as his stitched hand reached over, bent down the balustrade and closed the stairwell.

"Well, Max…" Jerry Munster looked down on his boy and noticed he was without his werewolf-like traits. "Your old dad is returning to work for what we call, the graveyard shift…" He started laughing his loud boisterous laugh.

"I'm so glad Mr. Gateman gave you your job back." Theresa Munster came from the kitchen dressed in a white diaphanous gown with her father and carrying a giant lunch box. She looked zombie-like with that white skin, and her father looked like a cross between Count Dracula and a fat Jack the Ripper.

"Jerry," Grandpa looked to his son-in-law. "Look, my casket is getting a little scuffed. You think you can look around for a really nice one. Money is no object."

"Sure, Grandpa…"

"Mom, Dad…" Alex Munster came rushing into the house with blonde Marilyn Monroe-like hair and wearing a pink sweater with a blue skirt. She was happy, excited and overjoyed. "I met a cute young boy. His name is Justin Russo and he wants to take me out for a date tonight!"

"Well, you must bring him by the house to meet us." Theresa wanted to meet who was dating her daughter.

"Just a minute…" Max had heard enough. He had liked this world until he heard Alex would be dating Justin. "I'm out of here. Chronos Correctus!" He vanished.

In another reality resonating with the "Dark Shadows" theme….

Max was now in the front hall of a great mansion with a stained glass window at the top of a grand staircase. The hall extended down to a grand dining room and ballroom. The place was filled with expensive antiques and period furniture along with walls filled with portraits. One of them looked familiar. Max recognized Alex in the largest one. She was older, mature and incredibly beautiful with a long dark flowing dress from another time. The nameplate at the bottom of the portrait read "Alexandra Collins 1776-1798."

"Wow…" Max then heard the knocking sound at the doorway near him inside a dark alcove. Curious and tired, h approached the door, unlocked it and opened it wide. There was a woman standing in the enclosed entryway.

"Is Elizabeth Collins-Russo at home?" The shapely shadow stepped forward to reveal she looked like the adult Alex in the portrait. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Alexandra Collins… a cousin from England." She had that same distant faraway gaze that Alex had as a vampire.

"Excuse me…" Max didn't trust anyone right now who looked exactly like long-dead relatives. He closed the door and raised his wand. "Chronos Correctus!"

In another reality resonating with the "Gilligan's Island" theme….

Max found himself in a sandy beach commune formed by four thatched huts made of bamboo and palm leaves. The communal table was made from bamboo and Justin was wearing all white as he tinkered with the transmitter and several parts. Alex was dressed in a long silver lamiae dress, and Harper was in shorts and a tank top with farm girl pigtails. His dad was large and fat with a blue shirt and Captain's hat, his mother sitting under a parasol fanning herself. His own counterpart wore a red shirt and white pants with a little sailor hat as he delivered firewood.

"Dad, I think I can fix the transmitter." Justin was quite the brain.

"Why that's great, son!" He suddenly noticed other Max. "Who the heck are you?"

"Don't worry…" Max raised his wand. "I'll see myself off the island. Chronos Correctus!"

In another reality resonating with the "Addams Family" theme….

Max found himself in another strange foyer and stumbled back over a live lion rug that roared at him. His eyes drifted from the stuffed bear, the disturbing artwork and the mounted swordfish with the leg in its mouth. Over in front of the fireplace, his mother sat in a large wicker chair with midnight black hair and a long dark slinky dress while stroking a gold dragon statue blowing smoke. Wearing a pin-striped suit, his father smoked and gestured with his stogie over Justin who was quite a bit fat and wore a striped shirt. Alex was dressed like Lizzie Borden and held a headless doll.

"Look, kids..." Jerry Addams looked over to Max. "We finally found someone for you to play with."

Resembling the Frankenstein-monster, Lurch the manservant played a specific tune on the harpsichord finished by the family snapping their fingers to it.

"I don't think I want to play with anything in this house." Max raised his wand. "Chronos Correctus!!"

In another reality resonating with the "CSI" theme…

"Female DB…." Dr. Harper Finkle of the New York City Coroner's office was on the wharfs off Waverly Place looking at the body of a woman pulled out of the water. "I'd say between twenty to twenty-five years old, breast implants, fixed lividity… I'd say she's been in the water seven days to two weeks."

"Can you tell how she died?" A voice asked.

"Not until I get her back to my lab…" Harper pulled her long attractive locks back, gestured to her assistant to close the body back and looked up solemnly as she rose up to her feet. Lieutenant Justin Russo, the head of New York's foremost forensic lab, stood posed in his black suit and blue shirt with the flapping dark tie with the look of a tired grim reaper, the breeze picking through his short dark hair as he lifted his sunglasses up, pulled them back over his ears and postured stiffly as he looked over the water.

"I hate cases that begin with people using the wrong type of bait." He mumbled

"Yeah!!!!" Max screamed out with the intensity of a Pete Townsend rift. Justin and Harper looked over to him and glanced over him oddly at their crime scene. All Max could do was lift his wand to himself embarrassedly.

"Chronus Correctus!!!"

In another reality resonating with the "Scrubs" theme…

Max was now inside a hospital somewhere in Southern California, and both Alex and Justin were wearing scrubs as medical interns. Justin's best friend was a bald African-American, and Alex was talking to a cute Hispanic nurse. One of the resident doctors whistled for attention and Justin and Alex snapped to attention before them.

"Okay, Barbie, Skipper…" Dr. Percy Cox called them by other names on purpose. "Here's the game plan… try not to kill anyone on my day off."

"What if something comes up and we need help?" Justin asked.

"I've got an idea." Perry Cox looked at the sibling doctors. "Why don't you two rub your heads together and try to come up with a thought that will actually make me want to give a darn." He turned and walked away.

"What a grouch!" Max walked up between his brother and sister. "You guys ought to put a curse on him or something."

"Yeah, we should…" Alex pulled her stethoscope down over her head. "Shame we're not wizards or something like that…"

"Wait, a second…" Justin noticed Max. "Who are you?"

"Just someone looking for directions…" Max shook his head tiredly. "Chronos correctus!"

In another reality resonating with the "Mythbusters" theme…

Max appeared in the office of a large warehouse filled with props, devices, tools and every object in the world from hovercrafts, mannequins, crash test dummies, costumes, blown up pig parts and unidentified inventions. Alex had red hair and wore a tight-fitting military green t-shirt with blue jeans as she rushed through to the drafting table at the wall.

"Guys, I've got another car!" She jingled the keys. "Let's blow it up!!" She was a little too excited.

"Well," Kevin had a big mustache and wore a beret. "What sort of myth do you want?"

"I got one." Justin wore glasses and a black t-shirt that read, "I reject your reality and substitute my own."

"There is a myth out there…" He continued. "…That a gas tank will explode if you shoot at it."

"Perfect!"

"Explosion?" Max sounded interested then changed his mind. "No… I got to get home. Chronos correctus!"

In another reality resonating with the "Ally McBeal" theme….

Called Ally by her friends, Alex Russo was a thirty-two year old lady lawyer who liked business suits with short skirts. The love of her life was Kevin Mitchell, but in the years they were apart, he had married the blonde and somehow hotter Samantha Danvers. Alex tried to hate her, but she and Samantha had turned out to be friends.

"Oo-gah-chaka, oo-gah-chaka, oo-gah-chaka…" That old tune from the Sixties came back to Alex's head as a figment of her mind to haunt her from the recesses of her subconscious. "I can't fight this feeling deep inside of me…" Along with the invisible dancing baby only she could see, it was the pulse of her clicking maternal time clock wanting to have a baby, and every time she saw it, she attacked it to try and stop it from harassing her conscious mind.

"Leave me alone!" She jumped across her desk to choke her hallucination and landed at Max's feet. "Who are you?"

"I think you're just a bit more crazier than my sister." Max commenced with moving on. "Chronos correctus!"

In another reality resonating with the "Benny Hill Show" theme….

Max landed in a park he didn't recognize amidst trees, freshly painted benches, mothers pushing strollers, two police officers walking on rounds and a lot of British vehicles driving by in the street. Over at the bus stop, Justin, Harper, Kevin and Alex stood with Dean, Samantha and Juliet and others from his past with comedian Benny Hill with his broken right hand in a sling over his over coat. Harper felt pinched and slapped Dean. Alex felt pinched and slapped Dean too before moving away from him. Samantha was pinched as Dean was confusingly slapped again. Justin and Kevin looked to Benny laughing as he revealed himself to be the real pincher be revealing his real right arm hidden under his coat. When Benny turned, the end of the umbrella he was holding accidentally goosed Juliet just as a truck came by and snagged the dresses off all four of the ladies, driving off with their dresses stuck to a bent antenna and leaving the several ladies in their underwear, slips and stockings. Taking a minute to realize what had happened, they looked to the guys who did a double take and started chasing them down the street trying to ogle them. From a speaker in the park played the "Yakety-Sax" theme that usually closed the sketch comedy in Max's time-line.

"Rerun." Max sighed. "Chronos correctus!"

In another reality resonating with the "Bewitched" theme…

"Mother!!!" Alex was a beautiful immortal sorceress married to Dean Moriarty, a young struggling advertising executive who her mother hated. "You have got to stop turning my husband into things. He is my husband and I love him very much."

"Alex…" Dean wore a suit and smoothed his hair. "Your mother is the worst…"

"Watch it, buster…" Theresa wore a blue and green witch's gown and made a dirty look to her son-in-law, just before all of them turned their heads to the other wall of the cozy Westport, Connecticut home. Max appeared out of nowhere before them and raised his wand.

"Don't mind me…" He nodded his head tiredly with a roll of his eyes. "I've got magic problems too! Chronos Correctus!"

In another reality resonating with the "Twilight Zone" theme…

Outside the shop, Max stumbled out on to Waverly Place. The street was empty and the buildings were in ruins. The cars were abandoned and degrading to dust within weeds and possessions scattered in the streets. There was not a sign of anyone anywhere. In the dress shop window, one mannequin held up another. Max looked up to the gray inert sky and looked around the desolate city. There was not a sign of life anywhere.

"Where is everybody?" Max cried out.

"Submitted for your approval," Justin stepped of doorway wearing a suit and nervously posturing with a cigarette. "One Maximillan Kelbo Russo, a hundred and eighteen pounds of exuberant and uninhibited frivolity cast in the form of a teenage boy. Max is carelessly adrift in the wide expanse of numerous alternate worlds in concurrent realities beyond our known timeline. He is lost, trying to find his way home from… The Twilight Zone."

"Who are you talking to?" Max looked over his shoulder. "Chronos Correctus!"

In another reality resonating with the "Dukes of Hazzard" theme…

"Right about then in Hazzard County," The Balladeer did the narration. "Cousin Alex was distracting Boss Hogg as the Russo boys were speeding back over the State Line." Justin was driving their over-charged orange stock car called the General Lee back into Hazzard County.

"Looks like Rosco ain't giving up…" Justin did the driving.

"We'll lose him over the creek…" Kevin Russo looked back to their pursuer and noticed Max in the back seat. "Where'd you come from?"

"I'm just passing through." Max held his wand and found himself in another reality. "Chronus Correctus!!!" The car hit the embankment and jumped the thirty feet over the river as Sheriff Rosco Coltrane in his heavier patrol car jumped and sunk behind them.

"Yee- Ha!!!"

In another reality resonating with the "Six Million Dollar Man" theme…

Justin Russo… astronaut, a man just barely, alive had been pulled out of his mangled space capsule over thee years ago. His life was restore with advanced cybernetic limbs more powerful than his original body and his eye could peer into the infra-red spectrum and see up to ten miles away. Re-assigned as a secret agent for the government, Justin was under-going physical therapy for routine checks of his bionics at the Culver Institute near Washington D.C. At the time, he just wished he hadn't asked O.S.I. Director Oscar Goldman to save his sister's life after her parachute accident.

"Ha!" Alex laughed at Justin. "My parts are more expensive and more up to date than yours." She ran off at a hundred and eighty-five miles an hour.

"Alex!!!!" Justin hated her teasing and fought to catch up with her.

"I don't think so…." Max watched them for just a few seconds. "Chronus Correctus!!!"

In another reality resonating with the "Mystery Science Theater 3000" theme…

"Ahhh, Justin…" The evil Dr. Alex Russo appeared on screen. She had trapped her brother in a satellite in outer space and tortured him with really bad movies he was forced to watch. "Your movie for today is a rancid peace of celluloid guaranteed to make you scream for mercy. It's called "Princess Protection Program," and it stars two actresses better suited off on Disney Channel where no one will hear them sing."

"Come on, Alex…" Justin scoffed and looked at his bots named Crow, Gypsy and Tom Servo. "You're going to have to try harder than that."

"Okay…" Alex looked again. "How about that god awful "Alvin and the Chipmunks" movie with that "My Name Is Earl" guy? It had parents walking out after the first five minutes!!!"

"Oooo, Alex…" Harper was Alex's minion. "How about that horrible "Charlie Angels" movie? It stars three actresses also made up largely of celluloid!"

"Perfect!!!" Alex transmitted the movie and looked again. "Hey, where'd that kid come from?!"

Up on the Satellite of Love, Justin and the bots noticed Max with them.

"I'm not sitting through that bomb twice!!!" He raised his wand. "Chronos Correctus!"

"Take us with you!!!" Justin and the Bots screamed for escape.

In another reality resonating with the "Land of the Lost" theme…

Stranded in an alternate earth themselves, scoutmaster Jerry Russo and his two kids, Justin and Alex camped out in a large cave fifteen feet off the ground to avoid the raptors and other creatures of this world. They survived on water from a spring and meals from caught chickens and giant vegetables, but they almost never saw regular people, so when Max suddenly appeared, they were more than taken aback..

"Dad!" Alex had long braided pigtails and wore a red-checked short and blue jeans.

"Who are you?" Jerry stood up, but at that second, they had another visitor. The t-rex had returned and was looking for them at the mouth of the cave.

"Dad, Grumpy's back!!!" Justin jumped to get their log spear ready. With his dad's help, they lifted it up and raced forward gaining momentum, letting the log fly forward and gag the annoying dinosaur in the gullet. After he coughed it up and headed off, the stranded Russo family would bring it back in.

"Well, I got to see a dinosaur!" Max sighed with a wave of his wand. "Chronus Correctus!!!"

In another reality resonating with the "Big Bang Theory" theme…

"Kevin…" Justin was a very fussy thirty-four-year old quantum physicist at Cal-Tech. "You can't move out to live with my sister. Our living arrangement was based on the principal of a dual living co-habitation. If you move out without giving me prior notice, it could disrupt my flow charts and daily schedule rhythm."

"That's not my problem." Kevin was another Cal-Tech physicist eager to move away from this nut.

"Yes, it is…" Justin pointed out coldly logical. "Because you are the one wanting to move out."

"Justin…" Kevin looked at him. "When you were in school and the football team held your head in the toilet, did you ever black out?"

"Constantly."

"Explains so much…" Alex leaned over and whispered. "Look, Justin…" She turned to her brother. "If you don't want to live alone, just ask Max over there to move back in."

"Max is here??" He looked around and noticed his brother having appeared out of nowhere in the kitchen.

"Don't look at me!!!" Max vehemently resisted. "Chronus Correctus!!!"

In another reality resonating with the "Simpsons" theme…

In a rather neon world filled with bright colors, Max found himself in a bright orange room with little furniture. There was a sofa before a TV and a few photos in frames, but the entire house had a rather fake amusement park feel. It wasn't deserted. Justin appeared wearing an orange shirt and blue shorts and carrying a saxophone.

"Justin…" Wearing very simple red dress, Alex growled upset. "Give me my saxophone back!"

"No way, Jose!!!" Justin grinned and ran away.

"D'oh!!!" Max did not want to stay here. "Chronus Correctus!!!"

In another reality resonating with the "Married With Children" theme…

Dressed in his blue shirt and brown pants, Jerry Russo drove his smoking, oil-leaking dirty red Dodge home part of the way and coasted it the rest of the way. Standing on the brakes to stop it in his own driveway, he sighed, placed it in park out of habit and staggered tiredly as he stepped from the car and slammed the car door… just as the engine came back to life and started running again. He kicked the side of the car to get it to shut off then turned to head inside his home. Inside the split-level suburban home, Theresa Russo had a large bouffant of red hair as she watched "Oprah" on TV and snacked on bon-bons.

"Hi, Jerry," She wore tiger-striped Capri pants with a black off the shoulder blouse. "How was your day?"

"A fat woman oozed into the shoe store today…." Jerry began as he started for the kitchen. "Asking if I had anything to go with her black dress…" He opened the refrigerator and took out a beer. "I recommended a Doberman pinscher."

"Hey, dad…" Max Russo came down from the upstairs carrying a plastic lady blow-up doll. "I finally, finally, finally… got a real date tonight." He tossed his blow-up girlfriend aside. "I need some money." He extended his arm to his father alongside his mother begging for cash. Sitting before the TV with the remote, Jerry grimaced as if he was a caveman discovering first for the first time.

"That's weird…" He counted hands. "I seem to be a greedy hand short."

"Have a nice night…" Alex had blonde hair and wore black spandex as she returned from a previous night's partying. She pulled up part of her white halter top back over her shoulder. "Oh, I'm late!" She noticed her father in position and hastened over sticking out her hand for her allowance.

"Wait a second," Jerry recounted. "Now there's an EXTRA greedy hand!!!"

Everyone looked up to see an extra Max Russo with more hair, better clothes and fewer pimples. He looked around to the doppelgangers of his family and chuckled a bit under his breath.

"I saw a chance for free money…" He excused himself. "I know… I know… Chronus Correctus!" He gestured with his wand.

In another reality resonating with the "Suite Life" theme…

Cute brunette Alex Russo was the candy girl for the Tipton Hotel on Waverly Place where her divorced mother worked as a lounge singer. Somewhere out in the world, she had an older brother traveling with her father the rock star. Her boss was manager Marion Moseby, and he was not fond at all of her younger brothers. They sailed through the lobby on roller skates, explored the ductwork of the hotel and snuck into the upstairs rooms with free cable access. On the floor above the sunken lobby, the lobby elevators parted and the Russo twins came strolling out… Zack and Max Russo plus one. Moseby looked up casually to the triplets and spit out a mouthful of coffee from his mug.

"Where'd the third one come from?!!!" He screamed hysterically.

"That's weird…" The extra Max looked around a bit spooked at his younger versions. "Somehow, I think I've met you guys before…" He raised his wand. "Chronus Correctus!!!"

In another reality resonating with the "Incredible Hulk" theme…

At the Waverly Institute in Manhattan, Dr. Alex Russo was searching for the way to tap into the buried strength potential of all human beings, but in her research, she had accidentally taken a massive overdose of gamma radiation.

"Harper, you've got to help me." Alex stood in the basement research chamber of the institute wearing glasses and a long white lab coat over her regular attire. "Ever since the thunderstorm the other night, I've been experiencing a startling metamorphosis every time I get angry or outraged."

"Oh, Alex…" Dr. Harper Finkle, the resident radiologist, stood before her studying Alex's research chart. "That's crazy! There's no way that could possibly happen." She noticed Alex's eyes light up a bright green behind her glasses. Her brunette colleague started trembling and shaking as she lifted her hand up to a rapidly appearing shade of green pouring from the blood vessels in her body.

"I believe it now!" Harper tossed the chart straight up and bolted for the stairs. At the foot of the stairs, she ran into a young kid she didn't recognize.

"You better get out of here while you can, kid!"

Max looked over to see his sister's hair bursting from her ponytail. She turned round as the back of her lab coat separated down the seam from her body increasing in size and stamina.

"I got my own way out!" Max was going to have nightmares for weeks to come. "Chronus Correctus!!!"

In another reality resonating with the "Cheers" theme…

"Good morning, everybody…" Fat public accountant Jerry Russo entered his favorite Waverly Street pub.

"Jerry!!!" The host of bar flies welcomed him back.

"How are things, Jerry…" Theresa Larkin was the bar's manager for the owner. She placed the receipts down to pour Jerry a drink.

"Like it's a dog eat dog world out there and I'm wearing milk bone underwear…." Jerry heaved up to his stool on the corner of the bar and took his initial first sip of beer. By his side, mail carrier Justin Russo sat in his uniform, stroked his mustache a bit and turned to his buddy.

"Hey, Jerry…" He spoke in a thick Boston accent. "I bet you didn't know that actual dog milk bones are mostly oat and oat by-products just treated for taste by the liquids of meat by-products for taste. In fact, commercially sold dog food and cat food…" Curly-haired Alex Russo knocked him upside the head by the tray she carried.

"Why did you do that?" Justin looked to her.

"Why not?" Alex cleared a table of empty beer mugs and carried them round into the bar area past Max watching and looking around with novel fascination.

"I wish I had a camera." He mugged a bit while bobbing his head. "My sister… actually doing work!!" He chuckled a bit as he grinned at these people. "Chronus Correctus!!!" He swayed his wand and vanished as Jerry choked from stunned surprise from his beer.

"Alex, what the heck is in this beer?!" Jerry thought his beer was making him see things. He slid it toward Justin and took Justin's beer to replace his, chugging it down with a loud happy gasp before sling the mug forward for a refill.

In another reality resonating with the "Batman" theme….

"I wonder who you are in that costume…" Alex was dressed as Catwoman on top of her brother as the Batman.

"I think you're better off not knowing…" Justin as Batman didn't recognize her either as he pushed her off. As Robin, the Max of this world was fighting a teenaged Joker and a female Riddler with blonde hair. Justin punched two henchmen, flipped another guy over his shoulder and rushed to help his partner fight these villains. Using the claws in her costume, Alex jumped to scratch the caped crusader, but Justin instinctively ducked and eluded her attack. In the mask and red and green costume, Max the boy wonder was trained in a bit of the martial arts himself, eluding the Penguin trying to hit him with an umbrella and the female Riddler trying to knock him off the rooftop. He whirled round and saw… himself.

"Holy Doppleganger!!!" He cried out at the other Max.

"This is like so cool!!!" Max recognized himself as Robin and his sister at Catwoman but wasn't sure of it was Justin as the Batman. "I'd really like to stay and watch, but I really got to get home! Chronos Correctus!" He zapped himself from this alternate reality.

In another reality resonating with the "Hanna Montana" theme…

"Alex…" Billy Ray Russo called for his daughter. "You better get going."

"Yeah…" Justin sat watching TV near his father while munching on his sandwich and chips with a liter of soda by his side. "Dad needs a lot of time to squeeze your ego into the limo."

"Justin…" Alex came down dressed as her blonde pop star alter ego, Michayla. "Try getting off that couch without going…" She made groaning noises as if she was morbidly obese. After mocking her brother, she turned to her father. "I can't believe I have to share a stage with Miley Cyrus. She is the biggest diva!"

"I know, bud, just don't worry about her…" Robby reached over and opened the door to head out, revealing Max very confusingly looking around the Malibu beach house. The young misplaced wizard looked into Michayla's brown eyes and saw his sister under the blonde hair.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" He screeched in disbelief and strangled his wand. "Take me home, will you! Chronus Correctus!!!"

Meanwhile, lost in the South Pacific in a reality resonating with the "Lost" theme…

"How are you guys doing with the fish?" Dr. Jack Shepard looked at two of the other survivors of the crash of Oceanic 18.

"Fair." Charlie Pace spoke with an Aussie accent and looked up as he stuffed a crab into a cloth bag. "Have you heard from Locke?" He looked to Hurley and back again.

"No…" Jack sipped his water. "I imagine he's still hunting boar." There was a rumbling in the bushes. Something or someone was screaming his lungs out as Max jumped out pulling weeds and twigs out of hair and waving his wand at the mosquitoes biting him.

"There's a giant black smoke monster chasing me!!!" He screamed and tore down the beach screaming past Kate and Sawyer looking at him. Hurley looked at Charlie, Charlie looked at him and back to Jack and Jack looked back and forth a bit confused.

"Who's the midget?" Sawyer asked with his arms out-stretched for an explanation.