A/N: I apologize for the prolongued absence on this beast. First, I forgot to save these last two chapters when I finished them, much to my horror when I uploaded them on FFN. Then I spent the last half of 2004 either stressed out from my Advanced Placement classes or sick. (Yes, this is true—I frequently got sick in September and October, and then I was very ill for two more months. Luckily I did my homework and maintained a 4.0 for the year.) Fortunately, I had these finished chapters printed out and just have to copy them back onto the computer. Take pleasure in this chapter, and take care! If it doesn't please you, then ignore that last part. Do take care, though.

By the way, has anyone else seen the new season of JCA? I don't think it's as good as the first season, but it does have its high points.

ONE MORE THING! Try to spot the reference to fan fiction authors in this chapter!

Chapter 14

Prophecy Again

The Planet Express ship had landed in the same parking hangar in Tokyo, followed by the one that the crew had "borrowed" to get to the moon in (Bender piloting, of course.) Inside the Planet Express ship, Zapp stared at his reflection in a floor-length mirror that had suddenly appeared and smoothed out his third velour uniform. Then he patted his hair and toupée, ensuring that every strand was in place. Leela coughed in disgust as she watched the captain's every move.

"Geez, haven't you stared at your reflection long enough?" the cyclops complained as the blonde wiped a speck of dust off his tunic. "You know, some of us who are actually good-looking want to use this mirror too!"

"Hello!" exclaimed Zoidberg, waving at Leela and his reflection in the mirror.

"Obviously you've never read Zapp Brannigan's Big Book of War or its convenient paperback version for easy reference on the battlefield," retaliated the captain. "Then you'd know Rule #1: A captain is only as good as his looks."

Leela snorted.

"Hey, he's got a point," Fry pointed out, paging through the paperback book that explained war from Zapp's point of view. "Check this one out! Rule #7: Sleep around with a woman and the men will folllow—AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Fry's rave review was cut short as Leela leapt on him and began to strangle him and shake him with every word she said. "HOW— DARE— YOU— READ— THAT— FILTHY— LOWBROW— GARBAGE—"

"You're… crushing my… epiglottis!" exclaimed Fry in a raspy voice that made him sound like he had been smoking all his life.

"Good!" retorted Leela.

Finally satisfied with his looks, Zapp whirled around with an air of self-confidence and gave Fry the thumbs-up.

"Help me…Zapp!" Now Fry's voice had almost completely left him, with nothing but air.

"I'm sorry, Fry, but you've forgotten about Rule #134—"

"GOOD NEWS, EVERYONE!" The unmistakable announcement of Professor Farnsworth caused everyone to quit whatever they were doing and to brace themselves for the next task the professor would place upon them. Zoidberg was the only one who did not listen; he was busy admiring his reflection and looking for any food debris on his mouth flaps. Even Uncle paid close attention to find a reason— plausible or not— to bash the professor. Professor Farnsworth had just entered the ship, carrying a cardboard box labeled "CAUTION!", "DANGER", "KEEP OUT AND I MEAN IT", and an upside down "THIS END UP" with an arrow.

"Eh… good news, everyone," Farnsworth repeated, taking out what looked like a razor blade and pushing a button. A laser beam broke the packaging tape and opened the package. The professor held up an unidentifiable piece of lustrous metal that was dotted with flashy buttons and what appeared to be a timer, then he grinned maniacally. "I have invented doomsday devices for all of you to use against Myotismon."

Fry and Leela, forgetting about their spat, murmured something positive to each other. Zapp grinned even wider than before and rubbed his hands together as if he were executing an evil plot. Jade leaned intently towards the professor, not even bothering to blink. Even Jackie cracked a smile at the idea.

Uncle stormed around the room, whacking everyone who had given a positive reaction to this (including Jackie) between the eyes. The professor was whacked twice. Uncle screamed, "DO YOU PEOPLE ALL HAVE MUNG BEANS FOR BRAAAAINS! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU THAT MAGIC MUST DEFEAT MAGIC!"

"BULL HONKY!" retaliated the professor, marching up to Uncle and about to give him another piece of his mind. "Everyone knows that the true way of defeating evil is with your OWN TWO HANDS!"

"The only way is MAGIC!" argued Uncle, putting his face so close to Farnsworth's their noses were touching.

"HANDS!"

"MAGIC!"

"HANDS!"

"YOU WANT A PIECE OF UNCLLLLLLLLLE?"

"BRING IT ON, OLD MAN!"

Uncle lightly tapped the professor's beaky nose, and blood trickled out of both nostrils.

"…ow." Farnsworth held his nose and headed for the restroom.

At that point, Bender had entered the ship. "Things don't look good, meatbags."

Leela gasped and looked out the window. The sky had turned jet-black with flashes of bright red lightning going off every two seconds, and everything twenty-five feet above the ground and under was engulfed in fog. A flock of bats flew through the air, just brushing past the window of the ship. "My God, you're right, Bender! Tokyo's been Myotis-Modified!"

"What'cha talkin' about, fleshwad?" debated the robot. "I just got a summons for borrowin' that ship back there." He pointed in the direction of a Japanese family (two parents, twelve children, three grandchildren, and an elderly woman) brooding over the ship which Bender had crashed. Then the robot took a crumpled document out of his chest cavity and showed it to the others. "My court hearing's tomorrow. By the way, if any of you have bail money, let me know so I can swipe it from ya."

The small-screen television that hung from the delivery ship's ceiling flickered on with a quick, staticky noise. Myotismon's face appeared on the screen, and instead of furious and threatening, he appeared triumphant and somewhat cocky.

"Foolish humans!" exclaimed the vampire, directing his comment at Jackie in particular. "Your militia has tried to defeat me, but with severe failure. Your precious D.O.O.P. captain seems to have skipped town, and your President's head has been severed and placed in a jar… someone's ironically beaten me to him."

Meanwhile, in Washington, DC, Richard Nixon's head glared at the vampire on his TV screen. "I chose this lifestyle a thousand years ago, you mutant Neptunian crossbred fang-faced hippie!"

Back in the hangar in Tokyo…

"Within twelve hours, your world will be mine! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Myotismon's face disappeared, and the screen reverted to black.

"Well, we're boned," muttered Bender. "If anyone needs me, I'll be transferrin' our illegal drugs to a more secure safe."

Leela's eye widened. "What illegal drugs?"

"I didn't say 'illegal drugs,'" argued Bender. "Now if you excuse me, there's some illegal drugs that need to be moved." He swaggered towards the neares door, but not before Leela punched a button on the control panel that caused all doors to slam shut. "Hey, what gives, eyeball?"

"Not this time, Bender," asserterd the cyclops, folding her arms across her chest. "Sure, we can stand here and take it like the French stereotypes, but does cowardice truly come in handy this time? Sure, we can run away from our troubles, but the problem is we're eventually going to run out of places to hide. We're just gonna get kicked out of every one like the professor got kicked out of every Sexatorium in the solar system."

"Don't forget me!" Fry chimed in.

"Yes, Fry. The point is, running away is a good thing, but it's not going to defeat Myotismon. Unless we tire him out by having him chase after us on foot. But the problem is, he's in so much better shape than all of us, plus he can fly, so that's kind of futile. We have to fight him. Now are we gonna die like men, or are we gonna die like macho men? Who's with me?"

There was silence, then the sound of a cricket chirping. Everyone glared at Zoidberg, who was looking in the mirror and holding a tub of Silverstein's Shell Shellac. Every time Zoidberg rubbed it onto his head, the chirping sound was made.

"What, can't a lobster look good without getting glared at?" He rubbed more polish onto his head, which now reflected light. Leela swiped the tub and the rag from Zoidberg and hurled them into the nearest wastebasket. The lobster groaned.

"I'm with you, Leela!" Zapp exclaimed, putting an arm around the cyclops. "I'll be at your side day and night. But mustly by night, if you know what I—"

His sentence was cut short as leela elbowed him in the stomach. "Anyone who actually MATTERS with me?"

"Me! Mememememememe!" Fry volunteered, jumping up and down. "I matter, don't I, Leela?" He stopped jumping, looking confused. "Uh… what am I volunteering for again?"

"Fighting Myotismon," replied Leela.

"Count me out!" asserted Fry. "I'm no idiot. Now where did I put my poison ivy collection… uh oh." He clawed at the seat of his pants, sweating and making a face. "Someone help me out here!"

The Planet Express ship landed in New New York a few minutes later, and the meteorological conditions were no better than those in Tokyo; if anything, they were more severe there. There was a high gust of wind that made it quite difficult for the ship to land inside the hangar, but they managed to enter safely. The force field was once again activated, but still chi-free.

"No CHI! You dress up building like a knight in shining armor but you give it NO CHI SPELL TO WARD OFF EVIL!" Uncle whined as they entered the conference room. No one seemed to notice that Jade was missing. "YOU ARE BIGGEST IDIOT UNCLE HAS EVER MET!" he snapped at Professor Farnsworth.

"Even a bigger idiot than me?" wondered Fry, who was rubbing calamine lotion on and between his buttocks.

"YES!" squawked the chi master. "AND USE HORSE TALISMAN NEXT TIME! JACKIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Jackie sighed. "Right on it, Uncle." He gave it to Fry and said, "Ah-choo." Fry's rash disappeared in a second.

Fry was amazed. "Thanks, Jackster! How'd you do it?"

Jackie tried to explain. "Well, the powers of the Horse Talisman—"

"Thirty-first-century medicine. Got it."

"So… uh… do you have a cure for Amy yet?" wondered Kif, who refused to leave Amy's side as she lay on the couch. "Because… uh… if you… er… don't mind, that is to say—"

"Kif, don't bother Uncle with stupid questions," interrupted Zapp. He turned to Uncle. "Say… uh… Uncle, do you have a chi spell that can help you get some with the ladies? And is there another chi spell that can help you lose seventy-five pounds in a week? Eh… because a… a… a friend of mind is really impotent, see, and he has to wear a girdle… come to think of it, he also has a very small wang, so could you find a—"

"WHAT DOES UNCLE LOOK LIKE TO YOU, THIS BOOK OF SPELLLLLLS!" He hurled the book at the captain so hard, Zapp fell to the floor.

As Zapp paged through the book of chi spells, the big-screen videophone flickered on, and everyone gasped. Standing somewhere in New New York, in his full vampiric glory, was Myotismon.

"Uncle is not afraid of you!" exclaimed Uncle belligerently, making fists and punching the air.

"What do you want with us?" asked Leela.

"It's not what I want from you…" replied the vampire. "It's what I want from HER." The camera panned over to the right, and it showed that Myotismon was standing on top of the Planet Express building. Still, that shocker would only pale in comparison to what was floating above it. Jade, her mouth open in shock and her eyes closed, hovered in the air surrounded by a black glow. A filmy, white fog slowly filtered through her mouth and into Myotismon's chest. It was as if history had repeated itself with Amy, only this time, Jade had grown so pallid her skin was nearly transparent, and her blood vessels were sticking out of her skin and tearing at various points, blood gushing out of them.

"JADE!" cried Jackie. He ran up to the screen. "YOU MONSTER!"

"DIGITAL monster," Myotismon corrected Jackie. "Well well well, Chan, it seems as if your nightmare has come true. And look, it appears you've brought your little friends along to watch you suffer as your niece perishes." He chuckled. "Tell them that you're next." The screen went black once again.

Jackie gasped and turned a shade of pale that no one had ever witnessed in him before—a combination of white, grey, and green. In a daze, he sat down on one of the chairs. He was rendered speechless. Finally he gulped and managed to croak, "…Bad day…"

"Jackie, he's on top of the building as we speak!" Leela pointed out. "We can still save Jade before it's too late! Here, take my Ox Talisman. Hell, take ALL the talismans!" She dumped the remaining eleven talismans onto Jackie's lap; Jackie still did nothing.

"What's the point?" he asked quietly, his voice quavering. "W… what's the point when you're nothing but a run-of-the-mill cartoon character, a bunch of lines and paint? You heard me, Uncle, a CARTOON CHARACTER!" His voice grew so silent, it made Kif sound like Zapp. "I've never been able to keep an eye on Jade. I've always let it go, just this once, one more time can't hurt… and now she's about to die and it's all my fault. I can't go up there in time… as far as I'm concerned, this whole stupid scenario wouldn't have occurred if not for me. I mean, everything… I should never have dragged you guys into this."

"You? Drag us?" argued Leela. "We chose to go over to you!"

"Yeah, but if it hadn't been for me, Jade would still be alive."

Leela put her hands on Jackie's. "Look at me in the eye, Jackie. Look me in the single eye. Listen, it couldn't be helped. You tried to stop Jade. She has a tendency to find loopholes, even if you double-check your rules for flaws. This is Jade's fault, not yours. She chose to come along with you. Plus, it was Myotismon's fault as well—I have no idea how he got Jade out of the ship when she was clearly inside it. But you know what, Jackie? Who found the Pan-Ku Box and fought fifty Shadow Con to get it back? Who thought quickly and tossed me the Pig Talisman, in turn leaving the Dark Hand members vulnerable and easily getting them arrested? Who survived his own hellish Dark Ocean and conquered his own low self-esteem to save everyone else? It was you, Jackie. Not me, not Fry, definitely not Zoidberg, but YOU. And you know what? If you can't do it for Jade, then there's quadrillions of other organisms who are counting on you to defend them. You may not believe in yourself, but I believe in you." She stared into Jackie's dark eyes, and suddenly their lips met.

Jackie's cheeks turned bright pink, and he stood up and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Leela… you.. you… opened my eyes. I may be a cartoon character in your universe, but I still have the strength of a real flesh-and-blood human being. Maybe I am a human being, but just from a different universe."

"And who knows?" added Leela, lost in Jackie's eyes. "Maybe we are all fictional characters to people in some other crazy dimension out there…"

"If we are, then I don't want to hear about it!" snapped Professor Farnsworth. "Now go to the roof and fight Myotismon, dammit!" he shoved Jackie out of the way, walking in the direction of the stairs. "I'm sick of waiting for the doom of mankind!"

A hush fell over New New York City as Jackie, Fry, Leela, Bender, Zoidberg, Farnsworth, Uncle, Zapp, and Kif gathered outside the Planet Express building. Hermes was to watch over Amy inside. Uncle was on the balcony with Fry, Bender, and Zoidberg, feverishly forming a chi spell. Professor Farnsworth opted to remain as far from Uncle as possible and stood on the pinnacle of the building with the others. Jackie stood on the roof, searching for Myotismon.

As the wind died down, Jackie was bathed in a shadow. He turned around to see Myotismon hovering in the air, holding Jade in his arms. The Bat Talisman glowed and was secured to his bat clasp.

"You're too late, Jackie Chan!" exclaimed Myotismon. "Jade is dead, and there is nothing you can do about it!" He hurled Jade onto the roof, where she skidded a few feet.

Jackie knelt down and saw every last ounce of spunk and vigor drained from her lifeless body. As he touched her cold, clammy hand to his warm, tear-stained cheek, the martial arts master felt anger boiling inside him, rage like he had never felt before. It was one thing to kidnap his only niece, but to kill her was another story. Fire flared in his eyes, and his blood ran hot through his veins. Every talisman he possessed glowed as they were activated one by one. Finally, he growled and lunged at the vampire, prepared to kick him in the face.

Myotismon dodged the kick. "GRISLY WING!" he shouted, spreading his cape and unleashing a million bats at Jackie and the others.

Jackie spat out fire from the Dragon Talisman, singing the bats' wings. The river of flame was mixed with the laser from the Pig Talisman, and ever last bat dematerialized into pieces of data, letting off unbearable screeches. Jackie covered his ears and stumbled around, then realized that he was about to lose his balance. Thinking quickly, he bounded into the air with the power of the Rooster Talisman.

Myotimson chuckled, then flew into the air after Jackie. Both were far above the Planet Express building and hovered in midair, prepared to give each other the shock of their lieves.

A beam of crimson light shot out of Jackie's eyes the second Myotismon exclaimed, "CRIMSON LIGHTNING!" The light and the lightning hit each other with such impact, they blasted Myo and Jackie into separate structures. Myotismon hit a neon sign, sending sparks flying out at him. Jackie, on the other hand, crashed through a billboard and would have died if not for the help of the Ox and Dog Talismans. Both attacked each other for ten agonizing minutes, either flying out of the way or surviving the impact. By that time, the sky was black and both were ravaged from battle.

The top of Myotismon's once-elegant uniform was ripped to the point of tatters, and his cape was nearly in shreds. He looked at himself. "You are more formidable than I anticipated, Chan," he remarked. "Maybe I should increase my power tenfold."

Jackie, whose clothes were not ripped but was bruised and beaten, growled through his clenched teeth and flew back to above the building. He knew what to do.

"CRIMSON LIGHTNING!" Myotismon unleashed ten bolts of Crimson Lightning, which cracked through the air and multiplied by the second. Jackie zoomed through them with the power of the Rabbit Talisman, flying with the Rooster Talisman.

Back on the balcony, Uncle's chi spell remained unfinished. While Jackie dodged the bolts, Myotismon saw that Uncle was working on a chi spell. "CRIMSON LIGHTNING!" The whip sent the cauldron and its contents crashing to the ground.

"YOU DARE ANGER UNCLLLLLE!" squealed the chi master, rushing out to fight Myotismon himself. Luckily, Fry and Leela restrained him.

"Magic must defeat magic, remember?" Fry remarked smugly. "Why do you think Jackie has those talismans in that bag?"
"Uncle knew that," retorted Uncle.

Myotismon laughed, knowing that Fry had made a huge error. As Jackie dodged the lightning, the vampire noticed a small bag attached to his opponent's belt. If he could destroy them…

"NIGHTMARE CLAW!" A wave of darkness was sent out at Jackie, and coldness and despair petrified him. He lost control and sank lower until the bag became an easy target. "CRIMSON LIGHTNING!" With one last whip, the remaining talismans were reduced to dust. Jackie hit the roof and slid onto the balcony, groaning.

"JACKIE!" shouted Leela. She noticed the dust. "The TALISMANS!" She clutched her purple ponytail. "Oh, this is horrible!"

Myotismon extended his hand, and Jackie, who had been drained of his energy, floated into the air. He felt a throbbing pain everywhere and was short of breath. His entire life flashed before his eyes again, and it was all like a horrible nightmare to him. Unbearable memories flooded his mind, and he squirmed from the pain. Suddenly, it felt as if his entire body were being split apart, like he was out in space, or something was trying to escape from under his skin.

Not my chi… please, don't take my chi… don't take my life… the world needs me!

Jackie could no longer think. Everything grew black and cold as he was enveloped in a shell of nothingness. He was dying… dying at the hand of Myotismon…

He heard Uncle's faint cry in the distance. It would be the last thing Jackie would ever hear as a rushing noise filled his ears…

"CAPTAIN BRANNIGAN! NEED I REMIND YOU THAT MAGIC MUST DEFEAT MAGIIIIIIiii…"

Meanwhile, outside Jackie's consciousness, Myotismon had drawn a whip of Crimson Lightning that was glowing so powerfully it looked like everything was drenched in blood. Everyone was petrified… except Zapp, who had pulled out a very large laser gun behind the vampire's back.

"Oh Myotismon…" he sang, cocking the gun. The vampire turned around to see a gun pointed directly at him, and it was at this point Uncle yelled at Zapp. "Nu mo bway fa fi di tao, JERK," he announced.

Myotismon's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates, and his irises became no more than specks.

BANG! The laser gun emitted a blast like a blue lightsaber. The blast of super-concentrated energy and radiation was beamed directly through the vampire's chest, and the same beam of light was emitted through the other end. Myotismon stood petrified, then dropped his whip of Crimson Lightning, which dissolved. Suddenly, chunks of data broke away from his body, beginning at where the laser ripped through him and going outwards.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" he shouted as he vanished into thin air, with no remnants except his bat-winged mask and his Bat Talisman. His voice was but an echo.

Jackie clutched his head. Though he had a splitting headache and felt as if his ribs were broken, he felt whole again.

"That was some fighting out there, meatbag!" Bender patted Jackie on the back.

"What about me?" asked Zapp, blowing on the smoking barrel of his laser gun. "Shouldn't I get a little credit? I mean, I destroyed Myotismon!"

"Yeah, but did you use kung-fu moves or were you tactical with the talismans?" retorted Leela.

"He didn't even weaken him, for God's sake! If it weren't for me, we'd be hauling his chi-free ass to the hospital—"

"JACKIE!" Jade's squeal caused Jackie to weakly stand up. Though his legs were as limp as overcooked pasta, he managed to climb onto the roof of the building with Fry and Leela's help. He saw Jade, whose color was returning to her face, little by little.

"Jade!" Jackie exclaimed, embracing his niece and kissing her on the face. "Jade, I thought I was going to LOSE you! Did you… did you die?"

"Jackie…" Jade whispered, extending her arms. "I… I felt like… like…" She stopped, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Jackie relished that as a sign of life.

Uncle knelt down. "Come, she is weak. We must heal her."

Leela picked Jade up and cradled her in her arms. Jade was almost like a daughter to her at that point… a daughter to her and Jackie. With Uncle holding the Bat Talisman and Bender holding Jackie (as he was the only one who could hold someone who was that heavy, but he was still afraid of being labeled as a robo-sexual), everyone trooped down to Dr. Zoidberg's office.

No one seemed to notice the mask watching them…

Several minutes later, in Zoidberg's office, Jackie had regained his strength. Jade, on the other hand, was too fragile to even move lest she die again, and this time, for good. Uncle was the only other one in the room, along with Professor Farnsworth and Zoidberg.

"Jade, I'm so glad you're all right again!" exclaimed Jackie.

"Jackie…" whispered Jade," … am I… going to die?"

"No," the archaeologist assured his niece. "Now, Uncle has created a rehabilitation potion that will get you up and moving. Huh?"

Zoidberg put his claw on Jackie's shoulder. "I hate to inform you, Mr. Chan, but Jade has gill fungus."

"Jade doesn't have gills," argued Jackie. "She's a human!"

"Really!" The lobster looked surprised. "I could have sworn she was a robutt."

Uncle approached Jade with a steaming vial of green liquid. "Drink up, Jade. It may not be the Horse Talisman, but it darn good medicine. Home remedy, with Uncle's personal touch." He poured it into Jade's mouth. The black-haired girl, too listless to cough and sputter, reluctantly swallowed it and made a face.

"What's… what's in it?" she wondered, beginning to feel herself growing stronger.

"Ah, I see you have discovered the mung beans!" exclaimed Uncle.

"Mung beans? What the hell are MUNG BEANS doing in a medicine?" interrogated Professor Farnsworth. "If you're trying to kill her, that's supposed to be the flesh-eating anteaters' job!"

"Mung beans are good for the brain! Uncle can tell that you have eaten NO mung beans in your life!"

"Or maybe mung beans are BAD for the brain, which explains why I have been nominated for the Nobel Prize and you were stuck rinning a cheap junk factory."

"IF YOU WERE SMART, YOU WOULD KNOW I MANAGE AN ANTIQUE SHOP!"

"Antique shops, BAH!"

Uncle was about to retaliate when his face fell.

"Can't think of anything, eh?" boasted the professor. "Looks like I win!"

Uncle was not paying attention. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Bat Talisman, which glowed crimson. White chi floated through the walls and were absorbed into the red bat symbol on the surface.

"AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! THE BAT TALISMAN IS ABSORBING CHI! MYOTISMON HAS NOT BEEN DEFEATED! HE IS GETTING MORE POWERFUUUULLLLLL!" He clutched his hair and ran around eratically. "WE NEED TO FIND OUT HOW TO DEFEAT HIM NOW!"

Uncle, Jackie, Zoidberg, and the professor ran into the lounge to see the others' eyes glued to the TV screen.

"IT WORSE THAN UNCLE THOUGHT!" screamed Uncle. "MYOTISMON HAS DRAINED THEIR CHI AND TURNED THEM INTO MINDLESS ZOMBIIIIIEEEES!"

"No," Jackie pointed out. "They're just watching TV."

A special report was on TV, and Morbo and Linda were the anchors. A graphic behind them showed a man in a hard hat looking like a zombie.

"This is a special report," declared Linda. "A code-red emergency has been issued for all humans, as sources say their souls are suddenly getting drained and—" She fell limp onto the table, then sat up. Her eyes were open and unblinking, and she announced, "MYOTISMON, LORD AND MASTER." She repeated it continuously.

Morbo started laughing. "Puny humans. Morbo shall form an alliance with this Myotismon, and the human race will be—" He fell onto the table and did the same as Linda. "MYOTISMON, LORD AND MASTER. MYOTISMON, LORD AND—"

Fry turned off the TV. "It was funny the first time!"

"Fry, you idiot!" shouted Leela. "Don't you know what this means?"

Fry looked confused. "That we're getting new news anchors?"

"NO! It means that Myotismon is still out there!" She ran over to the window to see a horrific sight. Myotismon's mask had raised itself ten feet above the ground not too far away from the building, a shadow of him around it and growing by the second. The others rushed over to see the shadow grow from ten feet to twenty feet, then fifty, then one hundred, and then towering above the skyscrapers. Suddenly, the shadow grew solid and became a more potent version of Myotismon than ever: Venom Myotismon. With his crimson wings and eyes that emitted the strongest laser beams ever, it was apparent that mankind was doomed.

"We're boned," stated Bender. "Yes, my work-related acquaintances, we are boned."

To be concluded…