This story is far from my best. That said, I think the ending is very, very awesome.
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TweenisodeOrange: If you want, I can extend the deadline. I was probably going to end up doing that anyway, so it's no problem. :D Thanks for reading!
Cartooniac55: I got half of that plan from Mr. Bean's diary, to be honest. XD It's rather funny writing for Insano and Squidward - especially when they're together! Thanks for reviewing.
Movie-Brat: Something epic. Hopefully. :P Thanks for the review!
Zim'sMostLoyalServant: That's Australia for you. We have fifteen different kinds of beer in the supermarket...and that's in the cities! Yep, I have an arc planned for the last few stories - along with a few other surprises on Halloween. Thanks very much!
29/10/10 – Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
Mayor Vlad Masters' Office, Amity Park, [UNKNOWN].
4.00am, 31st October 2010, Universe HFR.
"…we finally have confirmed information from the targets of the nuclear strikes," Lance Thunder announced, "An unknown amount of missiles have struck Washington DC. The Australian and Brazilian governments have confirmed strikes in urban areas in their countries, and casualties are currently unknown. The Colorado Incident is still highly classified…"
"…so let me get this straight," demanded Vlad, pacing his office whilst talking on his phone, "You decided it would be a good idea to make a super-intelligent, all-powerful physical god, and then you let it escape. Doombringer, that isn't risky, it's downright stupid!"
He listened to the reply.
"Oh, you think you can restrain it?" he snapped, "Good luck with that."
He slammed the phone onto the receiver.
"Idiots," he whispered, "Utter idiots."
He glanced out his window over the city of Amity Park, a serious expression on his face.
"It's time to close up shop, I think," he snarled, picking up the phone again.
Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Force, Frankfurt, Germany.
December 17th, 1944, Universe MGS.
Jimmy crossed his arms and stood outside the door to General Eisenhower's office, dancing on the spot to keep warm. It was cold, and the heater was broken. Frankly, Jimmy was just waiting for the nineteenth – then he'd be discharged, and he could finally go home.
Inside, he could hear the general speaking on the phone. He sounded confused and a bit irritated.
Must be Monty again, he thought.
Ever since the peace, Field Marshal Montgomery had fallen increasingly out of line, directly challenging decisions made by the SHAEF. He was ignoring orders to remove high-ranking German officials from their posts (but then again, so was Patton) and was still demanding command of all land forces (even though the war was over – his excuse was that the Soviets might decide to come west.)
On the other hand, Patton was hardly making life easy for Eisenhower, either. He directly advocated war with the Russians, and had a tendency to (accidentally or otherwise) badmouth them in public. Between the two generals, Ike had his work cut out for him.
He heard Eisenhower hang up the phone. He stepped aside as the general left his office, whispering under his breath about somebody getting his number…
Fenton Residence, Amity Park, [UNKNOWN].
4.10am, 31st October 2010, Universe HFR.
Jack hung up the phone, looking a little bit flabbergasted.
"Jack," snapped Maddie, "Just hurry up and ring Alicia, will you? It's not that hard!"
"I think I got a wrong number," shrugged Jack.
"Who?" demanded Maddie.
"Uh…Dwight D. Eisenhower," replied Jack.
Maddie scowled, and snatched the phone off Jack. She threw it over to Jazz, who was coming down the stairs after getting her coat.
"Jazz, ring your aunt," she ordered, "Jack, help me load supplies onto the Spectre Speeder, we are getting out of here before somewhat drops a rocket on us!"
She dragged Jack outside, leaving Jazz on her own.
Jazz shrugged, and dialled Aunt Alicia's number.
There were three rings, and then it picked up.
"Oh yes, General Eisenhower, I was hoping you might call. I wanted to re-evaluate my position…"
Jazz raised her brow.
"You're not my aunt," she quizzed.
"…and you're not Eisenhower. How did you get this number?"
"This number is supposed to be my aunt," snapped Jazz, "Who are you?"
"Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery," the man on the other side replied, "I would have thought you'd known."
"Montg…what are you, a ghost? Montgomery's been dead since 1976!" snapped Jazz.
"Well, it's 1944 over here. Peculiar, isn't it?"
"Wait a minute," mused Jazz, suspicious, "Why aren't you more…surprised about this? Are you humouring me?"
"Oh, I've become associated with…several bizarre nuances this year," replied Monty.
"Oh really," snapped Jazz, "I'm not buying it. Goodbye."
She hung up the phone.
"Mom!" she yelled, "I think there's something up with the phones! I can't get Aunt Alicia."
She heard Maddie swear from outside.
"Leave it then," she snapped, "Just get in the car."
Jazz glanced at the phone, and then hung it up, walking away.
Somewhere in Minnesota.
4.30am, 31st October 2010. Universe HFR.
"…we now have confirmation of nuclear strikes on the following cities," the news anchor explained, "Washington, Rio de Janeiro, Brasilia, Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane have been hit by nuclear attacks. It is believed that seventeen missiles were fired, and that the worst hit cities were Washington and Sydney. We'll bring you further updates as they come…"
Linkara sat on his couch, watching the report as his stomach seemed to knot more and more.
"…in related news, the Colorado Anomaly has now spread across the entirety of Wyoming, Utah, Arizona, Kansas and Nebraska, with significant infestations of New Mexico, Texas Oklahoma, Nevada and California. No contact can be made with those areas…"
Next to him, Spoony (who had flown over to film a crossover the day before) paled visibly.
"Residents of the Dakotas, Iowa, Missouri, Arkansas and Minnesota are now on high alert, with likely infestation within the next few hours…"
"Alright," announced Linkara, standing up, "We're leaving."
"Dude," snapped Spoony, "This thing is spreading across states in half-hours. How are we supposed to outrun it?"
"I have my ways," shrugged Linkara, "I'm gonna grab Iron Liz and Pollo, meet me in the garage."
Spoony shrugged, and headed over to the garage. Opening the door, he looked inside…and stared.
Inside the garage was a rocket-powered SUV.
"Where the hell did he get this?" he demanded.
Vlad Masters' Private Jet, Over the Atlantic Ocean.
5.00am, 31st October 2010, Universe HFR.
Vlad sat on his jet, vainly attempting to use his phone again. Earlier, he'd gotten bizarre cross-dimensional calls – now he simply got nothing.
"ReGenesis," he growled, shaking his head, "I told them not to do it."
He sighed heavily, and buzzed his attendant.
"Get me the special package," he demanded, "If the world is ending, I may as well use it."
He sat back and waited until the attendant arrived, handing him a large box. Vlad waved her away and opened the box, taking out a little radio.
He pressed the button and snapped a short message.
"Skulker," he ordered, "Gather the ghosts and take them to my Australian villa. I need defences, and I'll pay handsomely."
He put down the remote and pulled something else from the box – a bottle of champagne.
"If I'm going to die," he said to himself, "I'll at least enjoy myself first."
He cracked open the bottle and filled a glass.
Berlin, Germany.
11.30pm, 17th November, 1944, Universe MGS.
The door to the small apartment opened, and three soldiers slowly walked into the room, Sten guns ready for any sign of trouble.
Behind them, a small, pink, glowing animal floated into the room. It looked around, and then let out a soft 'Mew.'
"Clear," nodded a soldier, "Bring 'em up."
Two more soldiers entered the room, escorting Field Marshal Montgomery and General Patton into the room.
"I don't see why you had to bring me on this horses**t," snapped Patton.
"The contact requested your appearance too, Patton," said Monty in a condensing tone, "I think you might know him."
Patton rolled his eyes, fingering his ivory-handled revolver.
Monty knocked on a door, and a small, black-haired girl opened.
"That's the f**kin' contact?" demanded Patton.
"Of course not," snapped Monty, "Danielle, is he in?"
"Yeah," nodded Danielle, "He's at the table."
Monty nodded, and he and Patton stepped through.
Patton's eyes widened.
A man sat at a small table in what seemed to be a kitchen. Behind him was a swirling ball of light, perhaps a wormhole. This was not what perplexed Patton.
"What in the name of…" he gasped.
"Patton," nodded Monty, "Meet our contact…Erwin."
Erwin Rommel nodded, and motioned to the hole.
"Gentlemen," he explained, "This is where it gets really interesting."
- WARNING. WARNING. FURTHER MISSILES HAVE BEEN FIRED. ALSO, SEVERAL NATURAL DISASTERS HAVE BEGUN ACROSS THE WORLD. END OF THE WORLD SCENARIO CONFIRMED TO BE IN PLACE. BEGIN DISTRIBUTION OF SAFETY GUIDES AND EVACUATION PROCEDURES. -
Recap: Rommel, Monty and Patton (the three best generals of WW2) are about to cross the barriers of the universe, and everyone seems to be heading in the direction of Australia.
Yep, the conclusion to this will be epic. Really really epic.
Or it will suck. Really really suck.
Tomorrow's one will be quite simple, so I have more time for the Halloween 'shot. Just warning you.
