*Lightning strike.*

Review replies;

Cartoonatic55: Well I certainly hope so! =P Thanks for reading!

OddAuthor: Thanks for that, you just clued me in on a typo. Also, Jones was in HU3 - and it could be stranger, he could be called Jones the Steam. (I'll eat my hat if anyone gets that). Thanks for reviewing!

TweenisodeOrange: Well, hopefully the writing. ;) Thanks for the review!

Zim'sMostLoyalServant: I do so like to tie things together. :D And I had to bring those two back, didn't I? Thanks very much!

26/10/13: Attack of the Cons

San Diego, California
8am, ...um...Thursday
A Hotel of Some Kind

Tucker was in the corridor of the hotel, dressed in a long coat and eye patch – specifically, as Nick Fury. He was looking at his watch, waiting for the rest of his friends (and one antagonist) to get ready.

"Come on," he muttered, "Don't they know I have nerd things to do?"

At that moment, the door opened. Dani stepped out – she was also wearing an eye patch, as well as a military uniform with a Chinese nametag.

"...what're you supposed to be?" quizzed Tucker.

"Lan Xiurong," replied Dani.

"Who whatsit?"

"You know, member of the Scarlet Lancers – UN delegate – resistance fighter against Christos?"

"...I thought christos just wrote bad Star Wars fanfiction," said Tucker.

Dani sighed.

"It's from a forum," she sighed.

"Riiight."

"Anyway," continued Dani, "Two things you need to know. One, the fire department say there's some kind of 'unreality bubble' over the convention centre, but it's not life threatening. Two, the rest of the guys have already left down the fire escape. There's an...uh...issue in the lobby."

"What kind of issue?" asked Tucker.

"Eh, nothing serious."

"I keep telling you!" exclaimed Paulina as the peasants dragged her out the door, "I'm not a witch!"

"Lies!" shouted the head peasant, waving his pitchfork, "That man over there said ye was one!"

E350 blinked.

"Um, actually I said she was a-"

"-bit of a line, but we're in," nodded Jimmy, adjusting his scarf (he was dressed as the Fourth Doctor), "So, where to first?"

"Movie panels!" shouted Sheen, dressed as Ultralord (as was his custom.)

"Are you sure?" mused Jimmy, "I actually wanted some of the artist..."

"Movie panels," Sheen repeated, threateningly.

"Fine," grunted Jimmy, "Come on."

He and Sheen wandered away, unaware that they were forgetting something.

"Alright guys, I'm back from the bathroom," said Carl (dressed as Charlie Brown), walking back to where his friends had been, "Now we can go enjoy the..."

He trailed off, realising that Jimmy and Sheen had deserted him.

"Good grief," he sighed.

Spongebob and Sandy were looking at one of the game booths. They were dressed as Darth Vader and Tali from Mass Effect respectively, and both looked a bit bemused at what was being displayed.

"We here at Slacktivision," said the panellist, "Are always willing to improve on our consumer prod-I mean games. For example, take our newest product, Call of Honour: Battlefield, in which we added three new weapons and slightly tweaked the graphical settings..."

"Why are we even watching this?" quizzed Sandy.

"Well, it's this or the Valve panel," shrugged Spongebob.

Across the hallway was a mostly empty panel, save for a massive sign proclaiming 'Half Life 3: We'll Get There When We Get There.'

"Yeah, I guess you're right," shrugged Sandy.

At that moment, she felt a tentacle on her shoulder. She turned around.

"Greetings, Earthlings!" exclaimed Kang, dressed in a Richard Nixon mask, "We are your former presidents!"

"Hello!" nodded Kodos, dressed in a Jimmy Carter mask.

"We demand to know the secrets of your..."

"Bathroom's that way," grunted Sandy.

"Thanks."

The two aliens slithered away.

"So," mused Spongebob, "Wanna find one of the others?"

"Sure, what's the worst that can happen?" shrugged Sandy.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" exclaimed Professor Frink, standing in front of two metal capsules in the middle of the 'Hall of Unnecessary Reboots', "Behold my latest invention – a teleported designed for the Fly reboot, with the mutants and the vomiting but not with the Goldblum!"

Ember (dressed as Hatsune Miku) rolled her eyes.

"Boring," she heckled.

Frink crossed his arms.

"I assure you, ma'am," he snapped, "These pods as 100% functional, in-hey!"

"Prove it," challenged Ember.

"Very well," nodded Frink, "Get in the pod."

Ember strode into the left pod.

"Alright, good luck poindexter," she sniffed.

Frink nodded and pressed a button. Both pods began to glow brightly.

"Now, if this machine works as intended," Frink explained to the rest of his audience, "The machine should..."

He trailed off.

Spongebob was standing outside the other pod, camera in hand. He looked very confused.

"What happened to Sandy?" he asked.

At that point, the light faded out. The crowd gasped.

"Oh..." Spongebob began.

"My..." continued some bloke in the crowd.

"Glavin!" finished Frink.

The individual that stepped out of the left chamber was a tall, pale blue squirrel with a large ponytail. She crossed her arms.

"Way to go, genius," she snapped, her voice an eerie mix of Sandy's and Ember's talking at the same time, "Your dang machine works. Now tell me who the heck I am and how you can fix this."

Frink sighed.

"I'll get right on it," he sighed, muttering gibberish as he turned to the pods.

"We could call you Samber," suggested Spongebob.

"Half of me thinks that's cute," grunted the hybrid, "The other half thinks you're a complete idiot."

"They're probably both right."

Timmy (dressed as Cleft) was rifling through some of the comic vendors. Behind him, Cosmo and Wanda (dressed as Fred and Wilma Flintstone) were feeding Poof (dressed as a balloon) and discussing the con.

"So," mused Wanda, "I have a question. What exactly does a tyrannosaurus have to do with Geek Culture?"

Not far away from them, a dinosaur was eating a panel as congoers ran for their lives.

"Oh, that's just Jurassic Park," shrugged Cosmo, "Stephen Spielberg is a very ambitious guy."

"I'll say," nodded Wanda.

"And he makes a heck of a corndog," continued Cosmo, biting into his celebrity-made snack.

"So let me get this straight," said Tucker, staring at the DVD-like device displayed proudly in the cabinet, "This thing can play movies, watch TV, listen to radio and send your personal information back to LexCorp."

"It can," nodded the squeaky-voiced teenaged representative.

"What does that leave for gaming?" asked Tucker.

"Uh...you know, just about...um...six megabytes," shrugged the teen, "Maybe like Pong or something..."

"So the LexBox is a gaming console that can't play games," nodded Dani, "Sounds kinda stupid."

"It's not stupid!" snapped the representative, "It's advanced!"

"We'll pass," grunted Dani as she and Tucker moved on.

The teen bowed his head.

"Aw," he groaned, "I'm fired again, aren't I?"

"Well, how'd everybody go?" asked Jimmy.

The group had met up for lunch outside the convention centre, and were now eating hot dogs. Sandy and Ember were standing as far away from each other as physically possible, Sheen was blabbering on about trailers and Carl was just happy to be there.

"Eh, pretty good," shrugged Spongebob, "Some weird things happened, but we're fine."

"See?" grinned Tucker, "I told you nothing could go wrong! Come on, who's awesome? I'll tell you who's awesome..."

"Am I speaking to Messrs. Turner, Squarepants and Neutron?"

A cloaked individual had approached them, his(?) face obscured.

"Uh...yeah, why?" quizzed Jimmy.

"No reason," replied the cloaked figure, "I just wanted you to...relax for a moment."

His arms began to glow purple. Quite suddenly, their eyes became very heavy.

"Wha...what the..." muttered Timmy.

Then they all fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Far too easy," sniffed the cloaked individual.

Then there a puff of smoke and they were gone.

Paulina Torture Count: 2

Also, I made fun of Call of Duty and yet I've still preordered the next one because hypocrisy.