And here comes the final stretch.

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28/10/14: Everyone Comes Together

"Alright," Inspector Jensen said wearily, "So what you're basically saying is that Ms. Fenton is key to the apocalypse, that an undead maniac has his hands on her and that we need to help somebody who hasn't even been born yet to prevent the end of the world."

"Yep," nodded Tammy.

"I picked a really bad time to quit smoking," muttered Inspector Jensen.

He, Athena and Tammy were sitting in his office, trying to formulate a plan to save Jazz. Seeing as they had no idea where she was, who Grim and the Governor were working for and what they had at their disposal, this was a rather difficult task.

"So," asked Athena, "What do you know about what's about to happen?"

"Only what my dad told me," shrugged Tammy, "He was there, and there was some kind of battle. He never really talked about it more than he had to."

"Your dad?" quizzed Inspector Jensen, "You mean the Turner boy? Blimey, it's odd to think of him having kids…"

"Can we get him picked up?" asked Athena, "I'm starting to have an idea…"

"You want me to grab the old bloke, too?" asked Inspector Jensen.

"Stanford Pines? N…"

"Yes, he was there too," nodded Tammy.

"Righto," said Inspector Jensen, "I'll get someone on it."

He got up and walked out of the office.

Athena sighed and crossed her arms.

"I take it you don't like me, Tamatha?"

"Not in the slightest," said Tammy.

"Do you understand my motivations?" asked Athena.

"No, I don't," replied Tammy, "Call me naïve, but I just can't understand why you'd manipulate her like that…"

"Well then," nodded Athena, "Pray you never have to."


"You want us to go where?!" exclaimed Sandy.

She, Spongebob and Dani were in the Treedome, having just landed back on Earth from the Moon funeral. Sandy had just received a phone call from Danny – clearly, not of the kind she might have expected.

"Fort Arthur," replied Danny, "It's in the Atlantic. You'll know it when you see it – y'know, magic, you can only find it if Guinevere wants you to, all that jazz."

"So we've got another catastrophe with Avalon," grunted Sandy, "What is it this time?"

"From what I've been told, the Governor is back, he's working with Vlad and the Guys in White and he has Jazz," explained Danny, "I'll explain the rest when you get here, but we need you."

"The Governor?!" exclaimed Sandy, "Well dang it, why didn't you say so? We'll be right over."

She hung up the phone.

"So, adventure time?" quizzed Spongebob.

"That feels like a reference," mused Dani.

"Dani, I'm pretty sure there's a teleporter in there somewhere," said Sandy, pointing at her souped up tree, "Find it and fire it up. Spongebob, run home and grab your karate gear. We've got a rescue mission on our hands."

"Aye aye, ma'am!" shouted Spongebob, saluting before running out the door.

"He said they have Jazz?" quizzed Dani.

"Pretty much," nodded Sandy.

Dani planted her fist in her hand.

"Let's get 'em."


Fort Arthur wasn't exactly impressive – a brick-and-mortar colonial-style fort positioned on the cape of an inlet on a rocky island. The inlet was packed full of wooden warships, and scores and scores of soldiers were drilling on the open ground outside the walls. All of this would soon be bound for World's End.

There was a flash of light, and Athena and company appeared on one of the ramparts. She and Tammy landed fairly easily – Inspector Jensen, Timmy and Grunkle Stan immediately doubled over, the latter clutching his stomach.

"Well, that was unpleasant," muttered Inspector Jensen.

"I feel like I just got punched in the stomach," complained Timmy.

"Why does magic have to be painful?" lamented Stan.

"Oh, get over yourselves," grunted Tammy, "You think that's uncomfortable, try time travel."

"So who exactly are you, anyway?" Timmy asked Tammy, "You just came to my hotel and told me to come with you if I wanted to live."

"Funny you should mention that, Turner," replied Inspector Jensen, "Because she's…"

"Can't tell you, space time thing," replied Tammy, quickly, "Just call me Tammy."

"Eh, fair enough," shrugged Timmy.

"What I wanna know," said Stan, "Is why you decided to bring me along. I mean, it's not like I have anything to do with this…"

"You do, actually. More than you think."

A large, armoured figure, mildly stubbled with brown hair, walked up to them, a red coated sergeant at his side.

"Lancelot," nodded Athena, "Hannigan."

"Morning, madame," nodded Hannigan.

"For a start," explained Lancelot, "Your grand-niece and nephew and your entire employee base just arrived here."

"What?!" exclaimed Stan, "Then…then who's looking after the Mystery Shack?!"


Waddles sat on the counter of the Mystery Shack gift shop, eating all of the money in the register.


"That is not important right now," snapped Lancelot.

"Not important?! I'm losing money by the hour here!" exclaimed Stan.

"We stand on the verge of the end of the world," growled Lancelot, "You may never make another cent again unless you listen to me."

Stan was suddenly very quiet.

"Thank you," nodded Lancelot, "Now follow me."


"Do you find it kinda weird that we have so many people here to save the world?" asked Danny, looking over the occupants sitting around the meeting table in the Fort's war room.

"I find it heartening," shrugged Spongebob.

The various groups had finally been joined in the room and were now waiting for Guinevere to arrive. Most of them were talking among themselves – Lancelot and Hannigan were standing in the corner, discussing something.

The door suddenly flew open, and two Guardsmen marched into the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," one barked, "Please stand to receive the Quee-"

"Not today, Guardsman, we're short on time."

The two Guardsmen snapped to attention as their Queen entered.

Guinevere walked straight to the head of the table, ignoring the silence that greeted her arrival. Danny stood up and bowed despite not being required to – Jack and Maddie stared in confusion.

"By now, I'm sure you've all been briefed as to what's going on," said Guinevere.

"Actually, I'm completely in the dark here," said Inspector Jensen.

"Yeah, we just got dragged here," added Stan, "I don't even know where I am."

Guinevere nodded somewhat wearily and waved an arm. A hazy, holographic display of World's End appeared before them.

"This is World's End," she said, "It is a small island in the South Atlantic, just off the coast of Chile. An entity known as ReGenesis is working with Sir Galahad to mine the island, using kidnapped forced labour."

"Slavery, you mean," nodded Dani.

"Slavery," nodded Athena, "ReGenesis has gathered King James, the Governor, Ovard Grim and a man known as 'Dan'…"

Danny visibly paled.

"…to help him in this operation," she continued, "We believe that they are looking for some kind of mystical power. We also believe that Jasmine Fenton is key to unlocking this power."

"Why?" demanded Maddie, getting to her feet, "Why is she the key?"

"She is the last pure-blooded descendant of Arthur," replied Lancelot, "She is fated to change the fate of the world."

"Whatever ReGenesis is digging up needs King Arthur's bloodline," said Hannigan, "Least that's what we think. If it is, it is absolutely imperative that we get Ms. Fenton back."

"And back alive," stressed Tammy, glaring at Athena.

"Okay, that makes sense, I guess," shrugged Sandy, "But why bring all of us? I mean, we don't even know those guys."

She pointed to the Mystery Shack crew.

"Hi, I'm Soos!" said Soos brightly.

"All of you are fated to be here," replied Guinevere, "Else you would not be present."

"Oh, so it's fate," grunted Inspector Jensen, "That makes perfect sense."

The door opened. A naval officer ran into the room, skidding to a halt and snapping to attention.

"It's time, ma'am!" he boomed, "Nelson has his wind."

"Ready the fleet," nodded Guinevere, "I shall be there shortly. Hannigan?"

Hannigan nodded, pulling a list from his jacket.

"I need the Fentons, Jensen, Soos and Madame Athena," he nodded, "We need you ready for what's coming. The rest of you, stay here."

"But Danny..." began Jack.

"I'll be fine, dad," reassured Danny, "Go."

Hesitantly, the Fentons followed Hannigan, Inspector Jensen, Soos and Athena out the door. The door slammed shut behind them.

"Why aren't we going with them?" asked Dipper, "Why's he taking Soos? What's going on..."

"I hope it's a royal dinner or something!" beamed Mabel, "That'd be so awesome."

"If this is another thing about destiny, I swear I'm gonna..." began Timmy.

"I'm afraid it is," sighed Guinevere, "After the death of King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table dissolved into civil war. I propose to make a new Round Table."

"We've been watching you for some time," added Lancelot, "Your involvement in this state of affairs is no accident."

"You will be the new Knights of the Round Table, should you accept the honour," finished Guinevere, "You will be our vanguard."

There was a long silence.

"Well, we're dead," blurted Stan.


AN: Tomorrow we shall have fight in ships.