Just as things seemed like they couldn't get any worse, the Munchkins come walking in singing their little ditty when they stop.
"Hey, this isn't Oz," one of the Munchkins' said.
"Yeah, and this isn't the yellow brick road either," another one stated. "It's not even yellow."
"This 'Tourists Guide to Oz' lied to us," a third one said.
They were interrupted by Randy Newman driving a steamroller, playing his song "Short People". The Munchkins started running but they weren't fast enough to prevent themselves from being flattened.
Randy Newman laughed and said, "I mean what I said in this song, those little bastards."
James Bond's car flew directly overhead the steamroller and just barely missed a Munchkin. However, it wasn't James Bond who was driving; it was former Country music singer Kenny Rogers behind the wheel of James Bond's car.
"Whohoo, this sure is swell," Kenny said.
"Yes, but try not to hit anyone while you're at it," Bond said.
"Hey I only hit someone once okay; and the last time I checked, I was driving, not Mr. Fancy-Pants over, got it?"
"Could I say something?"
"And another thing: I'm Kenny Rogers! I don't like it when people interrupt me."
"Yes but you're…"
"I am not finished; now as I was saying…"
The car smacked into something and Kenny swerved, nearly crashing into the side wall.
"What the hell was that?" Kenny exclaimed.
"I think you just hit Hillary Duff," Bond commented.
"Well, why didn't you say something?"
"I tried to tell you, but…"
"Ahhh, who cares about Hilary Duff anyway?" Kenny added.
Behind the car, John McEnroe took out his tennis racket and tennis ball bombs and aimed it at Bond's car. He swung and it looked like the ball was going on target, but it missed by a centimeter and hit a tree, causing it to blow up.
"YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!" John shouted as he threw his tennis racket at the ground.
"What the hell was that?" Kenny asked.
"I think it was some washed-up, has-been tennis player trying to get back into the public eye," Bond commented.
"Well if he wants to get back into the public eye, he should have his own Reality TV show like I did," Kenny exclaimed.
"Yes, we all know how well that worked out.
Meanwhile, Dr. Phil was consulting Madonna's severed torso.
"I don't know where I went wrong, Dr. Phil," Madonna said. "I try to be the best British person I can be but what do I get? I get cut in half by some rogue ninja."
"Well, what I can say is that you're retarded," Dr. Phil commented. "I mean, first you say you're Jewish, then you say you're British, I mean: make up your mind, woman. You need to stop living in the past and start being your own person.
"Also: stop steeling Abba's music rifts; if I catch you doing it again, there will be Hell to pay, both literally and figuratively. You don't believe me, ask Oprah."
The Kool-Aid man burst in through the wall and screamed, "OH YEAH!"
"And we need to talk about your over-activeness, young man," Dr. Phil said.
Four sliver bullets flew right threw the Kool-Aid man and he said, "OH NO!"
Magneto came up behind and said, "I'm sorry, but it had to be done. That Kool-Aid bastard needed to be silenced."
"Mr., that is not how we empower others emotional well being," Dr. Phil stated.
"And what are you going to do about it; sick Oprah on me? Everyone knows that I control Oprah."
"Yes Magneto, absolutely."
Kenny Rogers came over and said, "Hey look; free Kool-Aid!" Kenny started to get his flask out and get as much Kool-Aid in it as possible.
Over near the Bond car, Adam West was standing on top of a building with men in white suits trying to coax him down.
"C'mon Mr. West," one of them said, "you've gotta come down sometime."
"Never!" Adam shouted and he jumped off and landed into James Bond's car. "Hey, nice car," he said to James Bond, "Can I drive?"
"Sure, why not," Bond said, "It's better than letting Kenny Rogers drive."
"Then let's go," Adam said as he started the ignition and sped off out of town.
They were only gone for a few seconds when Rei Ayanami's Eva crashed onto Bond's car, causing the Eva's entry plug to eject and ejecting Rei out in the process. She landed onto the side walk where the Kool-Aid man was taken out.
"So…much…pain," she said.
"Tell me about it," the Kool-Aid guy responded.
Meanwhile, at Bond's wrecked car, the air bags had deployed, preventing any damage from happening to James Bond and Adam West.
"Thank God we were wearing our seatbelts," Bond said.
"And the air bags," West said, "don't forget about those."
The battle went on for awhile, at least for five days before the fighting stopped. Yes, this was the ultimate showdown; there were good guys, there were bad guys, and there were explosions that could be seen for miles. Many lives were claimed during this fight, but eventually there stood a champion.
Yes from a pile of bodies arose Red Forman, covered in blood. He was holding his fist up high with one hand and holding the head of Freddy Krueger in the other.
He lifted the head to eye level and said, "This will teach you to be a dumbass."
He threw the head down on the ground and solemnly walked away. As he walked down that road, Freddy's severed head smiled and winked.