"Aarrgghh!"
I heard the scream like it was from someone next to me. No one there. Scratch that, there is a figure in pink. "Who are you?"
"I am Superbeak. Who are you?" The voice was sweet, melodic and cute. Hmm...
"How can you be me?"
"Huh?"
"Me. Superbeak."
"How? Oh!"
"What?"
"I'm from the 2nd Universe. You're from the First."
"Oh-kay?" I'm not entirely sure about her. At least, I hope it's a she.
"I need your help."
"How?"
"A rip in my dimension led me here. I am the defender of freedom from... HIM."
"Interesting name."
"That's not his real name. It just hurts too much to say it."
"Gotcha."
"Come on!"
"I'm kinda busy in this Dimension. Why do I need to stop a crazed maniac in another dimension?"
"Because he plans to create an inter-dimensional empire."
All right. Fine. "Fine." So we flew off towards... the dimensional hole. Along the way, I hear people screaming.
"But it's not here anymore! Where'd it go?"
"I think I know." And like that, I fly off towards the hole. Downtown. With great difficulty, I get through the throngs of screaming people. X-Beak flies past, right for the hole. It's 6 feet off the ground. "What're you doing?"
"If it reaches the ground, out comes the invasion force!" 5 foot 9. I get under it and start lifting it. 6 foot 3. "What're you doing?"
"Lift." She's randomly pressing buttons on the control panel. "Wipers!"
"Why does an interdimensional portal need wipers?"
She ignores me. The portal starts lifting rapidly. The people below are cheering wildly. A news helicopter, 2, 3, 4; all come flying past.
"2675 and rising, sir."
"What is wrong with the portal?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Hmm." In the dim light of the cabin, the silouhettes of the crew can be seen. "Tell me, Buford, what is happening to the Maple crew?"
"Most of them are still missing."
"Hmm... Henri!"
"Oui."
"Out in front. You're going to shoot the troublemakers."
The balcony window opens. X-Beak rips the sniper off the balcony and throws him over her shoulder.
Meanwhile... At Alcatraz... "Almost there,sir."
"aaaaaaaaaaaaa"
Right before it hit him, the Regurgitator's intern said, "Dang it."
"Well, that was fun," she said, "But-" She was interrupted by one of the helicopters exploding. We looked back at the portal from the rooftop. A semi-robotic man was standing there with a smoking rocket launcher.
"It isn't over. Not by a long shot."