"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMB—"

"They already know what happened!" Max exclaimed, taking the amulet. "Now let's keep this story ROLLIN', Morgan Freeman!"

"HEY!" The narrator defiantly exclaimed. "Being a narrator is a VALUED CAREER!"

"Not in THIS story it ain't, pal!" Max retorted. "Move along quietly or I'll muss ya up!"

The narrator mumbled something about getting a better agent before leaving this fanfiction entirely.

"I thought he'd NEVER leave!" Max cheerfully exclaimed, high-fiving Sam.

"Hey JERKS!" Rocky exclaimed.

Sam and Max turned around to view an absolutely fuming Rocky and Bullwinkle.

"Awww look how cute they are when they're mad, Sam!" Max exclaimed.

"You've taken our job, AND you've pushed away our narrator! WHO the heck d'you FREAKS think you are?!" Rocky exclaimed.

"I am Sam, and this little demonic imp of a lagomorph is Max!" Sam introduced, holding up the rabbity thing by the ears.

"You can call me Max!" Max flashed a massive, sharp-toothed grin.

"Together, we are the Freelance Police!" Both Sam and Max exclaimed in unison.

"The greatest job I could ever ask for..." Sam sighed, taking off his hat and tearing up a little.

"And what exactly does your "job" entail?" Rocky asked, making quotation marks with his fingers.

"Why, we, my buck-toothed, aerodynamic rodent friend, are crime-fighters!" Sam proudly stood next to Max, displaying his badge (which appeared to be a soda bottle cap superglued to a safety pin). "We solve cases so ludicrous and asinine, and have adventures so off-beat and facetious that no sane man in his right mind would dare undertake, in addition, we render whosoever commits these grand-scale atrocities senseless (be they human or otherwise) through our patented brand of violence and destruction!"

"What d'you third-rate "Leave it to Beaver"-era ripoffs do?" Max inquired.

Rocky was still quite angry with the rabbit and dog, but nonetheless Bullwinkle spoke up.

"Well, Rocky an' I usually have slice of life brand adventures, that is until those two guys what came from Pottsylvania try an' kill us with their weaponry…" Bullwinkle spoke, having a little trouble getting his words out as loquaciously as Sam.

"Wait, y'all fight communists?!" Max exclaimed, one of his ears rising.

"Yep!" Rocky spoke, feeling a bit more confident now.

"Man that's COOL!" Max exclaimed.

Rocky waited for another comment from Max, but the rabbity thing just said;

"--NOT! BAHAHAHAAAAA!"

Slowly as Bullwinkle stepped on one of the booby-trap buttons, the temple floor started to rumble ominously. The carved walls surrounding the structure crumbled like a sandcastle in a hurricane, leaving the four anthropomorphic animals exceptionally shocked.

Max had only one sentence to say during a situation like this, and that was;

"—SHE'S GONNA BLOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!"

Thankfully, all four of the anthropomorphic animals managed to escape the collapsing ziggurat before it crunched them to a fine powder. Once in the jungle foliage, they allowed themselves at least a moment to breathe, each one grateful that they'd live for another day.

"Bullwinkle, you alright?" Rocky asked.

"Bluh, yeah I'm okay..." the moose groaned and stood up.

He turned around, noticing that the amulet was now stuck in his backside. He pulled on it and eventually it came out.

"On second thought you can have it..." Max paused, grossed out.

"Now let's see what this doohickey does…" Bullwinkle examined the Eye of Luci.

"According to the legend, if you point it directly at the sun, it'll display a map to Shangri-La." Rocky spoke, holding the amulet towards the sunlight.

Once the amulet was held up, the red jewel in the center produced a large, bright, beam of red light on the ground. Lines began to slowly form, eventually creating a map of the entire earth! Then, a smaller line formed, leading from the Amazon all the way up Mount Everest in the Himalayas.

"Shangri-La..." Rocky and Sam spoke in disbelief.

"That's incredible..." Sam breathlessly sighed and watched in awe along with Bullwinkle and Rocky.

"Huh, so it's an ancient Etch-A-Sketch so WHAT?" Max exclaimed, feeling relatively underwhelmed.

Sam proceeded to draw the map to Shangri-La, Bullwinkle walked over to Rocky and tapped him on the left shoulder.

"Hey Rocky? Call me crazy, but I honestly think we should team up with these guys." Bullwinkle spoke.

"Bullwinkle that's about the DUMBEST idea you've ever had! And given your personality and character traits that's really saying something." Rocky remarked.

"But gee, Rock, that's the whole plot of the story..." Bullwinkle spoke.

""Duuuh, gee, Dat's da whole plot of the--"" Rocky imitated Bullwinkle for a second. "Look, the author can't write Jack SQUAT about us, much less a good crossover, so why should we--HEYYYY!! Y'know I think we should team up with these fellas--maybe we could split the riches of the city 50/50!"

"...awesome idea, Rock..." Bullwinkle sarcastically commented.

"We heard everything you said.." Sam spoke.

"You guys gotta get a marriage counselor." Max remarked. "Might I recommend Dr. Schwartz?"

"—AND," Sam spoke, covering Max's mouth. "We'd like to accept your offer to team up for this adventure and to split the riches 60/40—uh I mean 50/50."

"We should shake on it…" Max stuck out his right hand, and…proceeded to hock up a glob of spit on it. "Now you do it…."

Rocky's eyes were widened now, and he gulped, but managed to spit on his own right hand as well with a (*"P-Tew!*"). He reluctantly extended said right hand towards Max, then closed his eyes, a drop of sweat forming at the top of his head.

"Ey what're you WAITIN' FOR?! An INVITATION?!" Max hollered.

Rocky shook Max's hand very quickly now, still very, very mortified.

"So, are we friends?" Sam asked.

"Y-yeah, friends...ughh..." Rocky remarked.