The great Wax Lip ship barrels through the multiverse. It's cherry red lips perfectly puckered as always.
Peter Quill runs a mop across the floor of the staff quarters, day dreaming about his life back home as a space outlaw. Suddenly his boss, Conan O'Brien burst forth from his room. Brimming with gusto.
"You there!" He says dramatic. Finger pointed squarely at Quill. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Uh… like nine thirty, maybe?"
"I meant what time of year." Conan mutters, refusing to break character in whatever bit he's clearly doing.
"Late Winter?" Peter says confused.
"Late Winter!" Conan proclaims. "Peter do you remember what we promised would happen in late winter!?"
Peter thinks for a moment before groaning loudly.
"We're airing episodes again? Aren't we?"
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Conan shouts. "He is correct! Give the man a cigar!"
Peter sighs. "Man, I was enjoying not working."
"Too bad!" Conan says cheerfully, he turns to us the audience.
"That's right, just as promised Total Drama Endless us back baby! We've got a fresh new episode the 27th and ever second Wednesday after that until we hit the merge! Catch up now if you haven't already, and stay tuned. Because we've got some wild ones coming at you real soon!"