Mr. Lincoln was busily typing in his office, frantically searching for some type of file or something on the internet.

"No! It's not here! How am I supposed to keep the secret off the web?" he screamed in frustration, banging on the table, knocking down a container of colored pencils.

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door, in small panic Mr. Lincoln quickly started picking up the pencils saying: "Come in!"

Then, opening the door was Tim, his former, may I emphasize, FORMER, employee.

Realizing it was Tim, Mr. Lincoln dropped the pencils saying: "Tim! Didn't I fire you?" in an almost angry tone.

"Um, yes sir." He spoke timidly.

"Then get out before I decide to fire you literally!" he said.

"A-actually sir, I've just been asked to send you a telegram."

"Telegram? Nobody uses those anymore!" he uttered, taking the small note from Tim's hands.

Ripping the upper part of the paper, Tim went closer, cramping himself in the already tight space in curiosity to see the letter.

With the cover off, Mr. Lincoln read the letter.

"A." he said.

"Other side sir." Tim instructed.

So Mr. Lincoln did what Tim had told him, and read the words out loud:

"Look up?"

The ceiling above them suddenly burst with a huge crashing noise, bits of wood falling everywhere.

"What in the world?" Mr. Lincoln interjected.

"So this is the lair of the evil Dr. Shaun Lincoln." A female voice said, it was immediately followed by dog's barking.

"Wh-who are you?" Shaun inquired (I was really tired of having to type "Mr. Lincoln", oops, there, I did it again).

"I think you already know, you spy." She smirked.

As the dust cleared up, both were able to identify each other's faces.

"Sharpenny?!" he managed to say, even at the breakneck speeds his heart was beating.

"Yes, Dr. Lincoln. I've seen your works, hypnotizing people into thinking I'm some stereotypical fool. And worse, you've made them think that I don't get along with my pet! Isn't that right Bolt?" Sharpenny accused.

Shaun to a step back. "Wait! You don't understand, it's a TV show! It's just for entertaining people."

"You like entertainment? Well then you'll love to entertain me, wouldn't you?"

"Um…Um…" Shaun and Tim droned in panic.

Uncannily, Bolt jumped down, into the room. The dog seemed to laugh in their face.

"No. No, no, no! Not that! Anything but that!" Shaun pleaded.

"Bolt. Speak." Sharpenny commanded.

And as the white superdog got his paws into position, Mr. Lincoln (just one more, for the record) and Tim uttered their famous last words.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!"

…

The curtains opened, the crowd went wild. It was one great grand finale.

With the crew standing by, the actors walked out in one line.

From left to right, Dr. Calico with Vic and Matt on top of him, Sharpenny's onscreen father, Sharpenny herself, the ever-lovable Bolt, Mr. Shaun Lincoln and Tim the employee.

To the side were James L. and Gracie Parker, they were applauding more than they had ever in any previous episode.

Then, at the count of three they all held hands and bowed to the audience and Sharpenny picked up her dog, happily hugging him.

From the stage, looking past James and Gracie thanking everyone for catching the last episode of the live-action comedy, Sharpenny could see the unforgettable face of her cousin Amanda, because her presence was only making everything seem better.

And things could only get better.